Devilish Affection [18+]

6- The Key Had Arrived.

He had picked us up from a dump and drove us a treasure. The driver pointed to money being shown on the screen. "Card or cash?"

I pulled my wallet from my bag as Betty got out of the car and I pressed my contact less card against his machine which pinged and he smiled as I thanked him and got out of the taxi. Instantly he joined the traffic as Betty and I stood outside the hotel, both of us having our heads tilted.

"I don't even think I can see the top." I said to her as she grabbed my hand.

"Come on, let's go see where the key leads us to." She smiled brightly at the doorman who opened the door for us, muttering something in his ear piece in a different language.

I glanced back at him as he glanced at me and then said something else which I couldn't understand at all. "Holy fuck." Betty stopped and I stumbled into her back but my eyes widened as we stood on the massive red carpet that was to wipe our feet.

The floors were gold tiles, as if Pixie dust had been scattered into the tiles. A massive, the biggest glass chandelier I had ever seen hung on the high ceiling, lighting up the place. Red coloured couches were placed opposite the reception, the waiting area.

My body instantly froze as I saw the woman behind the desk at the reception, her eyes on me as she said something and pressed her own ear piece.

I spun around, gripping Betty's hand. "She's the woman from the supermarket, Betty." I hissed under my breath, watching as a couple walked through the glass door, in a three piece suit, looking us up and down before walking around our bodies.

"What?" Betty spun around and faced me. "It's a girl who's giving you the gifts? Shit. How do we tell her you don't swing for that team?"

"What if it's not her?" I said, glancing at the doorman, who's eyes kept flickering towards me. "What if they're working for someone? Look, they keep saying something while looking at me."

My heart was racing in my chest as the doorman pulled the door open, ready to walk inside. He would crush my soul and head in a single headlock. I gripped Betty's hand and quickly started walking towards the desk.

I glanced over my back and the doorman stopped walking inside. Turning back towards the desk, I smiled at the woman. "Hi, can I ask what your name is?"

"Laura." She answered, amusement clear in her eyes. I didn't find being stalked amusing. "What can I help you with?"

I put the key onto the desk. "Which door does this open?" I questioned as Betty continued looking around, watching as the elevators on the left side of the desk opened and a group of hot suited men walked out. I blinked at them as they smiled at us, walking past us both as Laura typed the number on the key.

"Penthouse one, Miss Brooks." She glanced at her computer. "It's been fully paid for in your name and you can move in whenever you wish."

"Have you sent me the money? Did you send the key?" I blurted out.

Laura blinked at me, confusion in her eyes. "I'm sorry, what?"

Betty squeezed my hand. "How much does the penthouse one cost for the night?"

Laura scanned the computer screen with her eyes before answering. "Two thousand, five hundred and forty dollars per night. It's under your name, Emily Brooks-" she turned the computer screen to me, and I saw a screenshot of my ID under payment.

"How do I stop the payments?" I questioned. Two thousand dollars was my rent for a whole month and that was because it was Nick.

"Unfortunately as your plan-" she pointed to the screen. "The penthouse is booked for a whole year. After that, you may cancel the payments and wish to leave."