Summary: You have just been robbed and some girl offered you a place to stay.
Josh McLachlan thought that this "runaway" vacation will help him cool down after a series of bad luck happened to him in the city but find himself in another bad situation, will he lose his cool this time? and when a girl named "Ms. Reeves" with a wounded heart offered to help him. Will Josh agree to stay with her and will they both enjoy this vacation? Can they help fix each other from their own bad lucks and wounds? find out the story of these two lost souls finding an escape in the beautiful island of Hawaii.
This is a short story......
Hawaii...
"This is beautiful!" I stretched my hands up and sniffed the salty air of the island. I feel refreshed and relaxed for the first time again.
I looked at my watch it was already 8:30 am and a monday. Got to find a place to stay I mumbled to myself.
So what am I doing in Hawaii on a monday? When I should be in a cubicle in the office and typing all the bullshits that my boss wants me to do.
I quit my job. Sounds like an irresponsible adult. But I'm not, just sayin!
Well I'm fed up to wake up in early in the morning, take the cramp subway, type, file, take ridiculous orders from my boss and treat me like shit and forcing to like my job which in a million years I will never ever love.
Oh and I forgot, my girlfriend -cross that - ex-girlfriend broke up with me and ran away with my fucking best friend -cross that again - ex best friend Because I was dull and I'm not the "reckless and exciting" boyfriend for her. Couldn't get any worse!
"Ouch!" I felt a stinging feeling on my foot and saw a boy tripped in front of me. "Sorry, sir!" He was picking up pieces of shells and I bent down to help him. "No worries" I smiled and the boy gave me a wide smile. After putting back all the shell in a net the boy sped off with his friends.
"Ok, let's start the hotel hunting!" I said optimistically. I walked around the town and I found decent hotel near the beach.
Ok ok. Before you shout at me. This is not a planned vacation more like runaway vacation. I woke up at wee hours of the morning, took a cab and went straight to the airport and took the earliest flight to Hawaii; my 10 year over due "on my list" vacation.
I entered the hotel and went straight to the reception. A petite woman with the perfect tan smiled at me. " Good morning Sir, what can I do for you?" She gave me a professional smile. "Hi! Do you have any available room for 1?" I asked. "Let me check sir" she started typing in the computer. After a few minute, she glanced up at me "we have the standard room for $ 130 per night" she informed me. "I'll take that" I said looking around the painting behind her. "How long do you intend to stay?" she asked. "Uh-4 days" I smiled back and she returned to the computer, she asked me necessary information and summed up my total bill. " Sir, that would be $616, cash or card?" She asked me. "Card, wait" I reached for my backpack and I started to rummage my bag. I can not find my wallet. Great!
"Is there a problem Mr. McLachlan?" she asked with her right eyebrow now arched. "I-uh-I'll be right back" I smiled apologetically and she gave me a small smile. I hurriedly went outside to look for my wallet. I went back to were the bus dropped me off.
I looked for my wallet everywhere and I totally lost it. Then I remembered the boy who tripped over, SHIT! That's why they were laughing and looking back at me mischievously. They were pickpockets! DAMN those little rats!
My wallet got stolen, I spotted a bench and sat there, palm on my forehead. All my money, ID and credit card was on that wallet. "Argh! Fuck! What a disaster getaway!" I said, I picked out my phone and called the bank to inform them that my cards were stolen, I ended the call and let out a big sigh.
Looking down and realized that this was a disaster, I thought that this trip will let me unwind from my total dick boss and the cheating ex-girlfriend but it adds to my piled up-ready to explode stress.
"I can give you a place to stay" I heard a female voice at my left side. I looked up and there she was. Raven black hair, brown eyes, an olive skin stone and a kinda chubby built. She was also holding an overnight bag. "Ah no, thanks" I politely declined her offer and smiled. "You know it is not safe here at night" she said nonchalantly. "I think I can manage myself, so thanks again" I asked, ok this girl is starting to get on my nerves "I want to stay in this hotel but it is only for couples and you don't have any place to stay so it is a win-win for us" she said in a monotone voice.
What the heck! She doesn't get it that I don't want to go with her. "Why don't you just get another room instead?" I scoffed and smiled at her. She was looking at me intently "my friend recommended it to me, saying it was special of some sort and best hotel." She said playing the handle of her bag. "Don't worry, I will pay for the place and all." She added. I looked at her in disbelief, what kind of excuse is that? she really doesn't want to give up.
"ok ok, I will come with you" I threw up my hands; surrendering to her offer, since I don't have any friends or family back home that I can lend money to. "Good" she looked up at me and smiled.
Her smile was different, I felt this sadness and brokenness, like a fragile glass was dropped like a hot potato. It was shattered and empty...
We hailed a cab and she gave the direction to the driver, after half an hour we reached the hotel and it was beyond amazing!
We entered the lobby of the upscale hotel and went to the reception desk. "Oh Good afternoon Ms. Reeves what can I do for you?" Another petite receptionist smiled at us, they chatted for a while. Seems that this so called "Ms. Reeves" is familiar in this hotel. I heard her getting our room. "The usual room, please" she said and the receptionist typed in her computer. She summed up the total bill for the room, My eyes went wide when I heard the receptionist said that the 4-day use of the room was between 60-75,000$. What in the hell is wrong with this girl. Wasting money on a frivolous hotel room.
We got our keys and walked to a path with artistically placed stepping stones. "I don't mean to pry or anything, but wasting thousands of dollars on a hotel room?" I asked in disbelief. "Hmmm, I don't know and correction it is not just a hotel room it's a villa" she clicked her tongue and crossed her arms under her chest. She seems to know the way to the "villa" she put the card key in and opened the door. I swear to all holy that my jaw dropped. It was bigger that my apartment and office station combined, hell it is was like bigger that the row of apartments where I live in.
"Wow!" Is all what I can say. " I know right" she said in a dead pan tone. "You can choose the room that you like, I'll be at the other side. I'll rest for a minute" Instead of going straight to my bedroom, I went outside to see the beautiful beach, white sand- crystal clear water which is by the way only a few steps from the villa and beach lounge chairs and table was placed everywhere. It was very private and secluded from civilization.
I went inside the villa and checked all the rooms that are available. I chose the room on the other side of the colossal villa with a king size bed. I plopped down and holy moly this is the best bed ever. Wonder if I can take this home since, she paid helluva a money on this suite. I laughed and I relished the comfort of the bed. I looked at the ceiling and suddenly I thought about my life back in the city. I should get a job; a job I really want, an architectural job.
So why am I working at an office set-up and not an architectural one? Simply because of recession. They got this bullshit freeze hiring and instead they are cutting jobs. So I got no choice and was stuck with the clerk job, the job pays well and I can pay bills and have a little left to save but I'm not happy with it. My boss was (again) a total dickhead and it just pilled up in my genie bottle and exploded, one fine day. All of my thoughts ate me up and I drifted of to sleep.
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I woke up and reached for my phone on the bedside table, it was already 8:30 pm. I groaned; wow I slept really long and then my stomach grumbled. I reached for my backpack and look for bills that I stuffed inside my bag; only a $100, great! I can totally survive with my money for food. I went outside and all the lights were off and I decided to open all of it. Then I reached "Ms. Reeves" room, it was slightly opened and being a curious cat, I looked inside, she was sleeping and opened the door enough for my head to peek in. She was only on her bathroom robe, there were bandages on her wrist and she was patched up on different parts of her body, she started to moan (not the sexual way, you perv) but in a nightmarish way. I decided to knock.
She peeled her eyes open and rubbing it, she sat up and weakly smiled at me and she asked me to come inside the room. I stood a few feet from her, her robe was slightly opening, I can make out that she's not wearing anything underneath. "Hey" she said softly. "Hey" I said back my voice came out a bit dry and I tried to look away from her body. Before I enter the room, money was sprawled over the bed; a lot like she was bathing in it. "Uh what's with the money? Not that I'm interested or anything."
I waved my hand dismissing the question. She gave me that empty look again. "My lover gave me a million dollars as a termination fee" she said. "Wow, that's a lot for a you're-fired fee" imitating Donald Trumps voice, trying to lighten up the atmosphere. She chuckled "terminating me as his lover..no...mistress, he learned that his lovely wife was pregnant with his child and he was guilty for it and that's when he gave me this money so I can shut my mouth". "Wow, that's wow" I let out a breath and I can not say anything.
Her lover must be a big shot. "It disgust me, him giving me this money. I hate it, I hate him" she said standing up and she looks like she is going to cry. Then the strings of her robe was untangled, she was standing inches from me, her robe was inches apart in between the valley of her breast. She was wearing a black lace panties, her raven black hair was on the sides, it was beach wavy kind.
I admit even though she was kinda chubby and not some Victoria Secret Angel, she looks beautiful and hot. "I should leave, Do you want to go have dinner with me?" I asked and she nodded as a response. "I'll wait for you at the living room and yeah I should get going" I went outside and smacked my perverted head. Ok what a messed up invitation!