SASHA’S POV
I walked into the Vega hotel and suite, feeling a sense of relief wash over me as I entered the quiet, elegant lobby.
It was located in a remote part of the country, and I had chosen it specifically because it was the perfect place for me to hide right now. I was exhausted, both physically and emotionally, and I just wanted to disappear for a while.
As I approached the reception desk, the receptionist greeted me with a warm smile. “Good day, ma’am,” she said, and I forced a smile back, trying to hide my fatigue and anxiety.
“Good day, I need a room,” I replied, trying to sound calm and composed. The receptionist nodded and began typing on her computer, her smile never faltering.
I waited for her, feeling a sense of impatience growing inside me. I just wanted to get to my room and collapse, to forget about everything that had happened in the past few days.
A few minutes later, the receptionist looked up and handed me a key. “Your room is 401,” she said, still smiling. I took the key and nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards her.
“Thank you,” I replied, and she nodded in response.
As I made my way to the elevator, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. I was finally going to be alone, finally going to be able to rest and try to process everything that had happened.
I took the elevator and got off on the third floor, finding my room easily. As soon as I walked in, I collapsed onto the bed, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over me. I sighed tiredly, trying to catch my breath.
But as I lay there, I suddenly realized that I was starving. “Shit, I’m so hungry!” I complained, holding my stomach. I had been on the run all day, and I hadn’t eaten anything since morning.
My stomach growled loudly, and I knew I had to eat soon.
I couldn’t delay any longer, or I would faint from hunger. My stomach was already protesting loudly, and I knew I had to find something to eat, and fast.
I got up from the bed, feeling a sense of determination, and began to look for room service or a restaurant in the hotel.
I tried calling the room service to order food, but my stomach was growling so loudly that I couldn’t wait a minute longer for them to arrive.
I was famished, and the thought of waiting even a few more minutes for food was unbearable. I felt a wave of frustration wash over me as I realized I had to take matters into my own hands.
I placed my hands on my stomach, feeling a pang of hunger, and slowly stood up from my bed. I dashed out of my room, determined to get to the restaurant as quickly as possible.
As I made my way to the restaurant, I thought about the best food to eat right now. I didn’t have much time to look at the menu, so it was better to know what to eat before getting there than fighting the battle of indecision when I arrived.
Maybe I should just have pasta and Mac cheese with my favorite milk choco shakes. “I hope they have my favorite choco milk shakes,” I thought to myself, feeling a glimmer of hope and excitement.
I entered the restaurant, my stomach grumbling again, and I quickened my pace.
I felt a sense of urgency, like I was running out of time. “Fuck, I’m so hungry!” I muttered to myself, feeling a surge of irritability.
As I approached the attendant, I saw a manly figure standing with his back to me, and he immediately reminded me of Sebastian. I frowned, feeling a pang of anxiety and unease.
Why was I suddenly thinking about him? That bastard couldn’t find me here, right? There was no way he would be able to track me down.
I felt a wave of fear wash over me, but I quickly pushed it aside. “No, no, no,” I thought to myself.
“I’m safe here. This is Vega hotel, it’s secure and safe. He won’t find me here.” I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.
I approached the waitress, putting the thought behind me. “Hello, what can we offer you? Would you like to see the menu?” she asked, bringing out the menu.
I smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. I was finally going to get some food, and I could forget about Sebastian and all my worries for a little while. “Yes, please,” I replied, taking the menu from her.
My eyes scanned the pages, searching for something to satisfy my growling stomach. I felt a sense of anticipation, knowing that I was about to indulge in a delicious meal.
“There will be no need for that miss, just give me a plate of pasta and Mac cheese with chopped chicken breast for protein and with a lot of veggies,” I replied, feeling a sense of urgency and hunger.
The waitress frowned, and I could sense a hint of confusion in her expression.
“Ma’am I don’t…” she tried to say something, but I cut her off immediately, my impatience getting the better of me. I didn’t mean to be rude, but I was so hungry that I couldn’t think straight.
“Sorry but I also want a cold choco milkshake too,” I added, trying to sound polite despite my growing frustration.
The waitress smiled, and I felt a glimmer of hope that I would finally get my food.
“Okay ma’am, but you can’t have what you requested,” she responded, and my face fell. What the hell was she talking about? I couldn’t have what I wanted? Why?
I felt a surge of anger and irritation, and I struggled to keep my cool. “What are you talking about? I can’t have what I want? Why?” I asked, trying to keep my tone even.
“Ma’am, what you are ordering is not in the menu,” she replied, and I frowned, feeling a sense of incredulity.
Why not? Was she trying to test my patience now? Why couldn’t I eat what I wanted to eat? Did I need to eat what was in the menu?
“You got to be kidding! Why do I need to order what is in the menu? Are you trying to test my patience or what? I’m fucking famished!” I yelled angrily, my emotions getting the better of me.
The waitress smiled at me, and I felt a wave of irritation wash over me. Why was she smiling so brightly? What was wrong with this lady?
“Ma’am, please, I don’t mean to make you this angry, but you can’t make an order beside what is in the menu. The boss is around, and we can’t go outside the rules guiding the restaurant, ma’am, please understand,” she tried to explain, but I tuned her out, my anger and frustration making me deaf to her words.
Why did I need to care about the fact that the boss was around? Why did I need to follow the rules? I was hungry, and I just wanted to eat. I felt like I was going to explode with frustration and anger.
“Why does that have to affect my order, huh? I will tell you what, you are just being cruel!” I exclaimed, feeling a sense of outrage and frustration.
“Because why the hell does that matter? Why does your boss matter in what I’m ordering? Huh? Just get me what I want!” I demanded, my voice rising in anger.
I sighed tiredly, feeling like I was at my wit’s end. “Ma’am, please understand me,” the waitress pleaded again, but I was beyond reason.
“You know what? Just forget about it. I don’t need the freaking food anymore. You’ve managed to lose my appetite,” I responded angrily, turning to walk away.
The waitress frowned, looking concerned, but I didn’t care.
“Ma’am, please,” she tried to persuade me, but I was already gone, my anger and frustration boiling over.
Just as I was about to storm off, a voice interrupted our conversation. “Let her have what she wants,” a young man instructed, and I frowned, wondering who this person was and why he was intervening.
The waitress immediately changed her tune, asking me to repeat my order. “Okay, sir, please, ma’am, what’s your order again?” she asked, and I chuckled, feeling a sense of vindication.
But as I turned to face the man who had spoken up, my eyes widened in shock. “Who is he? Wait, is he the boss?” I asked myself, my mind racing with questions.
As I approached him, my heart began to pound in my chest. There was something familiar about his voice, something that made me feel like I’d heard it before.
And then, I saw his face, and my eyes went wide with surprise. “Oh my gosh,” I gasped, feeling like I’d been punched in the gut. It was him. It was Sebastian. What was he doing here?