Favo Novel
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Kayla steps down from the cab, pays the driver and watches him drive away without wasting any seconds. She glance at the hotel in front of her eyes and she let out a muffled scream. The hotel is a five-star hotel and it has been booked for the night ‘just for her’.
Her shoulder-length hair is shining under the moonlight. Her long black dress sweeps the floor after her; the slit on her dress exposes her sexy long legs every moment she takes a step. She wears light makeup that you wouldn’t notice she is wearing unless she tells you. Her long fingers curl around her red purse.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.
A lady in a white long-sleeve shirt over a black pencil skirt walks up to her, she stops right in front of Kayla and bows slightly to her. Kayla had her eyes fixed on the lady’s leg and her mouth curved in a beautiful smile, seeing how the lady’s legs rest perfectly inside her black heels.
“Ms Dean,” the lady called, jotting Kayla out of her thoughts. “This way please,” she says in a British accent that makes Kayla’s head sparkle in admiration.
“Sure,” she clear her throat as she quietly follows behind the lady. “By the way, I love your accent… you sound like a princess in a fairy tale.” She says, complimenting the lady’s look. The lady giggle shyly and then shake her head as she lead Kayla to where her date was.
The lady halts on her track and turns around to face Kayla. The two can see a table from where they’re standing.
“Thanks for the compliment. But I think you’re more of a princess than I am.” she winks at Kayla, turns around and left.
Kayla’s cheeks grow rosy instantly, she watches the lady’s back until she’s completely out of sight.
“Now I’m nervous.” she exhales deeply, takes out a pill from her purse and throws it in her mouth.
“I can do this.” she beams. Did a cross sign and proceed to walk stylishly towards her date.
Kayla makes her way towards the table. The night is still young and the colour light emerging from the garden add more beauty to the surrounding.
Her high heels click brilliantly on the marble floor as she walks up to the table that has been decorated with flowers and candles.
“Oh my G-d!” she gasps, seeing Ben all dress up in a navy blue tuxedo with a red tie. His hair was styled in a way that would make you want to touch it.
“Hi,” he stands up from his seat, walks over to the seat across from him and pulls the seat for Kayla. “Please, sit.” he smiles, gesturing at the seat.
“Oh, yeah… Yes, sure.” Kayla stuttered, she mentally slaps her cheeks to keep herself sane. She sits on the seat that has been pulled out for her, she thanks Ben with a smile and he returns it with a charming smile ever.
“You look drop-dead gorgeous in that clothing, my lady.” Ben smiled, sitting back down on the seat.
Kayla’s cheeks once again turn rosier at the slight compliment from Ben. She feels like a high school girl that just got noticed by her crush.
“So… Let’s start with the wine.” Ben hitch his nape nervously. He’s kind of nervous and doesn’t seem like he understands anything he’s doing anymore.
He picks up a bottle of wine and pours it inside two cups; one for Kayla and one for himself. He hands over a glass to Kayla and she accepts it with a look that says ‘What are you doing, Ben’?
“My dad had a viniculture, he studied Oenology in the university and I get to know more about wine from him.” he clears his throat, and Kayla’s mouth an ‘oh’ and she picks up her glass ready to take a sip when Ben raises his hand in the air, stopping her from drinking yet.
“What?” she chuckles, carefully dropping the glass on the table.
“That’s not how you drink wine if you want to enjoy it,” he smirked, stretching out his palm, and taking Kayla’s hand in his.
“Here,” he places her hand on the glass, raises it and twirls it a little. “If you take a closer look at this you’ll see the colour is a little thicker than before.” he chuckles, sliding his palm off the glass.
Kayla’s breath returns to normal the moment Ben slides his palm from hers. She never knew she has been holding her breath until she felt him release his palm from hers.
How long has it been? Two minutes? What if it takes longer than that, would she have held her breath for that long and probably died in the end?
‘G-d!’ she cried inwardly.
“You good?” Ben waves his hand on her face. Kayla blinks rapidly, thinking of a way to escape his question.
She picks up her glass and gulps down the wine. “This wine taste great. I wonder if you know who made this.” she raises the glass to his face, before filling it up with wine.
Been chuckles. “That’s a 1986 wine. It was invented by my dad. I would be cheesy and say you can only get this wine in this hotel.” he smiles, staring at the tall building in front of them.
“Do you perhaps know the owner of this hotel? You sound so sure.” Kayla’s face gleams under the light.
“I own this hotel,” Ben says, rubbing his sweaty palm as he talks.
Kayla drops back her glass with her eyes almost rolling out of its socket. “You own this place for real? This big place.” she takes her gaze to the building, feeding her eyes in its wilderness.
“I’ve always wanted to be a hotelier but my dad was against it, he wants me to be a cop and help people. But here I am having a cool hotel in my employee’s name so as not to raise an alarm…”
Ben was cut short by a beeping sound. Kayla grabs her purse and realises the noise is coming from the bug. She takes out the bug and fixes it in his ear.
“Oh no, Melanie is in danger!” she gasps, standing up from the table with force. “I’m sorry Ben, I have to go.” she quickly says and grab her purse and Ben’s car key from the table.
Ben also stands up from his seat, he’s a little confused by her action but he doesn’t know how to react, he fucking has no idea about what’s going on.
Kayla dashes off from the garden in her heels. She run as fast as she could, totally forgetting about Ben and their date. What matters to her at that moment is ‘Melanie’.
“Ms Dean, can you at least tell me what’s happening? Why are you leaving in a rush? Did something happen?” Ben yell after her.
He gets to the parking lot and watches Kayla speed off in his car.