Without Suffering
Rachel
Night fell, bringing darkness with it. I was lost in my thoughts. Memories of different moments in my life continued to haunt me. I couldn't rest after the long flight from Monaco to Seattle. The journey was still affecting how I felt.
I wasn't hungry and didn't want to eat that night. I decided to be alone, facing bad feelings. I felt sad for ignoring the people around me in the past few weeks, especially when they tried to warn me about my sister's difficult situation.
But something surprising happened and changed things. My phone rang, breaking the silence of the night. It was Orion Demetriou, a wealthy and influential man I had met in Monaco. He was interested in me as a potential partner, someone he could marry for mutual benefit. I felt uncomfortable around Orion because he was conceited and arrogant. However, due to my tight financial situation, I decided to set aside those things and focus on his wealth.
I brushed aside sad thoughts because it was time to take control of my life. I quickly went to the bathroom to freshen up. I tried to hide the signs of crying and searched the internet for simple ways to reduce the swelling on my face.
After taking a shower, I put on one of the soft robes the hotel provided. I began to carefully apply makeup, paying attention to the details. I finished with a burgundy lipstick. Only when I was satisfied with the makeup did I decide to continue.
I chose a short, tight black dress that accentuated my curves. I left my long hair loose over my shoulders. All of this had a purpose: to make it clear what I wanted from the person I would meet that night.
I put on black high-heeled shoes and grabbed a black purse. I looked at myself in the mirror and was pleased with the result, knowing that I had achieved this on my own, as I didn't have money to spend on such services.
At that moment, in perfect synchrony, my phone rang, and as I imagined, it was Orion, letting me know that he was already waiting for me in front of the hotel, but I didn't hurry to meet him. He could wait for me.
I left the room calmly and walked through the corridors with confidence, even though the people in the hotel were not exactly the type I was looking for. After all, the hotel was not as luxurious as I would prefer. Still, I kept an open mind to all possibilities.
I reached the lobby a few minutes later, and as I approached the reception, I noticed a man leaning on the counter. He reminded me of someone I wanted to stay away from. But I quickly dismissed that crazy possibility.
What would Enrico Bianchi be doing in Seattle, amid the Formula One season, and in such a modest hotel? There was no chance it was him.
I didn't care to take a second look at the place and just continued on my way down the wide sidewalk, seeing a Royce Rolls in the distance that I was sure could only belong to Orion. It perfectly matched his arrogant and bold personality.
As I approached the vehicle, a man quickly exited from the front seat, wearing a typical chauffeur uniform. After circling the car swiftly, he opened the rear door for me, gesturing for me to enter.
“Good evening, Miss Mitchell” the man greeted me “Mr. Demetriou awaits you in his suite at the Lotte Hotel.”
So, Orion wasn't in the car as he had led me to believe over the phone, and we weren't going to dinner at a restaurant, which left me a bit upset. I tried to disguise the discomfort and followed the driver's instructions, getting into the vehicle and sitting in the spacious back seat.
The journey was short, and as expected, the driver took me to one of the most prestigious neighborhoods in Seattle, where the city's best and most expensive hotels and restaurants are located.
“Mr. Demetriou is waiting for you in the presidential suite, Miss Mitchell” he gives me another instruction — You just need to identify yourself at the hotel reception.
I look at the extremely luxurious facade, as well as some people entering the lobby at this moment, and once again, I feel discomfort with the situation.
It wasn't what I was expecting for that night, but I could turn the tables; it was just a matter of using the right strategy to definitively win over that arrogant jerk Orion.
After briefly identifying myself at the reception, I was informed that Mr. Demetriou was already waiting for me in the presidential suite and directed me to use the private elevator that led to the top floor of the building.
In a few minutes, I was face to face with my current target, who smiled satisfactorily at me, standing in the refined suite's living room.
“I see you went all out, didn't you, dear?” Orion insinuates with a malicious tone and a cynical smile.
“Of course” I confirm, smiling back “Only the best for you, darling.”
“I'm glad to hear that” Another smile full of malice “Sit down, dear.”
I accepted Orion's suggestion and settled into an elegant armchair in the living room of the presidential suite. The atmosphere exuded sophistication, but behind the luxurious appearance, I knew I was there for a very clear purpose. I needed to achieve a goal and, to do so, I felt the urge to relax a little and perhaps have a drink. It was important for me to continue with my plans to attract that influential man, a real "shark" in business, exactly the kind of person I was looking for.
My intention was not to get emotionally involved with someone and end up suffering, as love often results in. I desired someone like Orion, someone rich enough to provide me with luxury and a life full of the best things money can offer. However, that would be it. No love, no suffering.
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