The five-star hotel Lawrence had booked for them was an embodint of luxuries.
They walked to their adjacent rooms while Lawrence loudly chatted with Zyair. Skyla was behind them, she was texting Doran and letting him know they had reached the place.
They were in high spirits after signing the deal, the company was headed to new heights.
"Miss Skyla," Zyair’s soft voice had her halting in her steps and lifting her head.
"We will head out for dinner in three hours. Would you like so refreshnts before that?" He asked, knowing they hadn’t had any lunch.
"No, sir, I will take a nap and get freshened up. Dinner it will be," she calmly answered feeling slightly tired.
"Get so rest, Miss Skyla. Let’s et soon. I am right next door and so is Lawrence in case you need us." Just like their offices were, Skyla’s room was between Zyair and Lawrence.
"We are going to party for the next two days. I have everything planned." Lawrence rubbed his hands together in excitent.
"I am looking forward to it." She politely nodded with a smile and went inside her room. The bellboy had opened it and placed her suitcase inside. She paid him a tip and he thanked her before leaving, closing the door behind him.
The room was spacious and the huge bed in the centre made her forget everything. It had been a while since she had slept in one so kicking her shoes off she jumped on the comfy-looking bed and spread herself on it.
The soft mattress hugged her aching back and she almost moaned at the pleasure it provided.
"Ahhh! This is heaven," she mumbled to herself while rolling in the sheets. She didn’t even bother to wash her face or change her clothes, only took off her suit jacket and hurled it on a chair nearby. Her head hit the pillow and she went into deep slumber.
A soft knocking on the door woke Skyla up. For a few seconds, she didn’t realise where she was. She rubbed her eyes and left the bed to go answer the door. Her senses were still drowsy when she opened it and ca face-to-face with her fully-dressed boss. He was standing back against the opposite wall.
Donning an all black, dress shirt and chinos, with a white coat jacket. His hands thrust deep into his pockets as if dressed to kill.
A sharp gasp left Skyla seeing her boss standing outside her door and that too all ready. That only ant she overslept.
"OMG!!! Is it ti??? I am so sorry I didn’t..." she began to panic and his eyes twinkled at her dishevelled appearance.
Skyla was cute, too cute. Her cheeks were so pink right now because of how soundly she had been sleeping, that he wanted to pinch them.
’In all due ti,’ he thought to himself.
"Miss Skyla! Relax," he spoke with a chuckle. A wave of ease washed over her and that wave of panic subsided.
If Doran had been standing in his place, he would have ridiculed her with his re words.
"I apologise, I don’t know what happened," she lowered her gaze.
"No apology is required. That lazy-ass Lawrence is never ready on ti and he never even apologises. We will wait for you." His eyes drew close as if smiling in amusent at her. She deeply inhaled and was hit by his oceanic immaculate scent. It had this nostalgic feeling to it she couldn’t place.
"I will be quick Sir, just give ten minutes," she apologetically smiled at him and he blinked his eyes in understanding. Skyla slowly closed the door and then rushed towards her suitcase to get her clothes and change.
This damn bed had her screwed but her body was thanking it and no matter how much she cursed, she knew she had a blissful sleep.
Hurrying along she washed her face and changed into an erald gown, she combed her hair, lightly styled them and pinned them back. Putting on light makeup and heels, Skyla was ready to rock this dinner.
She grabbed her phone and shoved it into her bag before rushing out in embarrassnt. Zyair and Lawrence were waiting for her.
"I am sorry, I am late," she rasped, stopping near them.
Lawrence waved it off as if it was nothing.
"Nah! It’s just going to be a boring professional dinner. The real party will start afterwards."
Zyair was lost watching Skyla, the dress complinted her deep green eyes, which seed to capture nature’s grace with such intensity.
"This dress suits you, Miss Skyla." Zyair didn’t wish to weird her out but he couldn’t help from complinting her.
"Thank you, Sir. My mother-in-law gifted this to ." She stared down at her dress.
"She has a fine choice. We should proceed." He let Lawrence lead the way with Skyla and walked behind them. His eyes stayed on her softly curled fiery hair. They never ceased to amaze him and he wished to comb his fingers right through them.
Lawrence was showing so Instagram reel to Skyla and both of them were laughing at it. They exited the hotel lobby and there was a black limousine waiting for them.
"Sweet," Lawrence squealed in excitent and opted to sit in the front.
The chauffeur opened the door for Skyla and she settled inside on the comfortable white leather seats.
Zyair entered from the opposite side and perched himself opposite her so there was a respectable distance between them.
The doors closed and both of them were left in a comfortable confined space as the limousine began to move towards the restaurant where they were supposed to have dinner with Hughs.
Seeing her sitting quietly, Zyair initiated the conversation and randomly asked.
"What is your favourite food? Miss Skyla. Sothing you love to eat."
Doran had never bothered to ask such questions. He never had ti for her, and he had always made it abundantly clear that she didn’t an anything to him. Skyla thought for a few seconds and replied.
"I eat almost everything except pineapple and broccoli pizza." Zyair laughed at her answer, rembering their previous conversation.
"But, I love coffee ice cream a lot. It’s sothing I can eat anyti, anywhere, any day," she replied with a gleeful chuckle.
"Ice cream is love. If soone doesn’t like it, there has to be sothing wrong with them," Zyair softly added, observing how her eyes were shining with excitent.
"Which flavour is your favourite?" It was Skyla’s turn to ask.
"Mint Chocolate Chip. Although I have a sweet tooth, I can gobble any ice cream I find."
She was learning fast about his sweet tooth and wondered how he kept in shape with so much sugar. She would double in size if she was eating this much.
Their conversation was interrupted when the car ca to a halt in front of the restaurant and the doors were opened so they could alight and head inside for their dinner reservation.
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