Foreign

11

"He's going to be pissed." I nodded my head. "I don't care. I just-hope I forget him when I'm back in Paris." Jade pouts pulling me into a hug. "I love you okay? You're strong, don't think you're not." I nodded my head. "I love you too: I'll call you when I land." We slowly pull apart and I walk inside the tunnel to the airplane.

I take my seat and get as cozy as I can, pulling out my laptop and plug in my headsets.

Four months later

I nodded my head as my manager spoke to me in rapid French. Apparently there was someone big coming to the hotel, actually the hotel owner himself. And from the look on everyone's faces he's someone to be wary of. "Havana, s'il vous plaît tendre à eux." I nodded my head and smiled.

The poor woman looked so exhausted and worried. "Bien sûr." I smiled and bowed to her as did all the other works. The woman grinned, clapping her hands. "Se rendre au travail!" We all went to our stations and ready ourselves.

"Ready for a hectic week, Ava?" I laughed, looking at my friend and coworker Celestine. Her dark brown short hair was up in a small bun. "Good luck with the owner and his fiancé. They are completely horrible." I smile. "I've dealt with a lot of horrible people. I'll manage." We went our separate was as I moved with my group to greet the owner.

With my few years working here I haven't had an encounter with the owner. And he doesn't have pictures hanging of himself either. I was expecting an old French man with a young fiancé.

I wore a paneled skirt, it was navy blue with a white tshirt tucked into it. My hair was straightened and slicked back into a pony tail. I wore heels that made my feet hurt but I sucked it in and smiled as I heard. "Hello, Mr. Moreau. Welcome back." My heart dropped to the floor. "Havana." My manger whispered harshly into my ear. I slowly turned, my throat dry. Even as I desperately gulp, trying to gain some water into my mouth.

Tears collected in my eyes as I turned around, I slapped on a fake grin. I stared into his eyes, bile rising in my throat as I look towards his fiancé.

"Please, come with me and I'll show you to your rooms." I grabbed their bags and gently turned walking at an even pace towards their room. I held back sobs, blinking back my tears. I caught an empty elevator and slipped in. My heart hurt as it slammed against my rib cage. "I hope your flight was alright." The fiancé, in all her beauty looked me over with judging eyes.

"It was alright." She spoke gracefully. I nodded my head, feeling his stare on me. I gripped the carry on bags, my throat aching at the dryness.

I glanced at the elevator numbers, closing my eyes and wishing this thing could go faster. And finally it did. My heels tapped against the floor. They had the whole floor to themselves, I pulled out the key and had it scanned against the pad. I opened the door for them and placed the bags down on a table.

The fiancé looked around. She was tall and slim, her features gorgeous and perfect. Her black hair stopped at her shoulders. Her makeup wasn't over bearing and she had a certain glow to her. They turned to me, I bowed to them slightly. Presenting them to their keys, "I'm at your service. Anything you need." She smirks, tilting her head as she grasps the keys. "Good to know." She flicked her head to the door and I gladly rushed to it.

I pressed my hand to my stomach, I held in a sob as I quickly slammed my finger against the elevator. "Please, please." I begged quietly. It dinged open. As I turned around and slipped inside I watched as he leaned against his hotel door. Staring at me with a cigar in his mouth. We stared each other down until the elevator door closed.

"When is their...wedding?" I chocked out, seeking an answer from my coworker.

"In about a month is the rumor. Both their parents are eager to have this union so it might come quicker. That's why they're in the city." I nodded slowly, staring off.

"Havana. You must bring up the food. Hurry, they'll hate it if it's cold." I nodded and grasped the silver tray and walked to inside the elevator. My face stayed stoic as I walked to the door and stood right in front of it. I knocked twice, letting it be known I was coming in.

I let myself in, gasping as I saw Miss Ayami's naked body. "I-I'm so sorry, M-Miss Ayami. I didn't knock loud enough, did I-" She cuts me off, wrapping her robe around her.

"It's fine. It's not like you were some teenage peeping Tom." I kept my eyes cast down. Her hair was wet. "Um, your dinner." She smiled at me, "You can put it down there." Her eyes watched as I made my way to the table. "What's your name?" She asks as I set the tray down carefully. "H-Havana." I tell her. She hums, leaning over me to lift up the cover on the tray. Steam hitting both our faces.

"Havana, do you think my fiancé is sexy?" I coughed. "I shouldn't say..." She jokingly rolls her eyes. "Just say it. I won't attack you, it's an obvious answer." I lick my lip, looking down at my heels and then back to her. She looks at me expectantly. "Well?" She raises her eyebrow. "Y-yes. He's a very handsome man." She tsked, "I didn't ask that. I said is he sexy." I took in air. "Yes." I mumbled.

She chuckled, "Yes what?" I bit my cheek. "Yes, he's sexy." She smirked, nodding her head.

"That's all. See you." I nodded, "H-have a good night." I walked off. Waiting for the elevator to open, and when it did. Of course the only one standing in there was Dante. I put my head down, I took a step back but my arm was grabbed.

"Don't think I forgot what I said. And who you are to me." I shuddered, tears in my eyes. I pushed him away gently. My bottom lip wobbles and tears filled my eyes so much I could barely see his face.

"You-you made me be the other woman." I gasped out, wiping my eyes. "You have a fiancé." I brush past him and move into the elevator door. I close the door, leaning against the wall as I let out my sobs.

I leave quickly, my manger takes over tending to them once my shift is over so I had nothing to worry about.