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Kenneth Cole (POV) Reflecting on a Week before his vacation. I drowned myself in work. It was the only thing that felt familiar to me. Evan came into my office. "Hey buddy, did you go home last night? That's the same suit you had on yesterday! Man! What's happening to you? I know something's off when you don't change your clothes! You are known as one of the sharpest dressers in Aussie! Look, you've been through a lot, man, and you just returned here and dived right into work! And I admire that, but you need to give it a rest. When will you take that vacation everyone thinks you need?" "I don't know. When I get finished with this project." "Look! If you don't get out of here on your own. I'm going to drag your butt off to the airport and make you go on vacation!" Evan said, laughing. I smiled, too. "In a week, I'll get out of here, I promise. I’m just tying up some loose ends." "Alright, now go take a shower and put on a new suit. We feel scared around here. It’s bad enough; your
Ken's (POV) Now that I've thought about everything from front to back. It had to be Jeff who got things twisted in some way. I don't think he did it deliberately. But wait! The guy was petrified of me before. There's no telling how badly I treated him before the accident. Is he getting some sort of revenge on me? No, no, let me calm down. I need to think about what to do next. I look at the line, and it is not as long anymore. I looked through my phone to see who in the business world Kenneth Cole, aka Lyle Sever, knows in the hotel business industry on this part of Baha Mar Island. Scrolling, scrolling, I come across a name. Kane Klien. I quickly searched for this dude, and surprisingly, I recognized his face; I saw that he owned this fancy resort/and hotel I was sitting in that evening. I need reservations. Maybe this can be helpful information in pulling some strings. Let’s see if I can put Kenneth Cole's work into action here. What would the old me say in these circumstances to
The stress of being in a decision-making position: Kita brushed her hand across her forehead; she didn’t know what to do after having exhausted all other options. She called a brief meeting with the other clerks. The clerks whispered among themselves back and forth, waiting to see how Kita would handle this situation. Here she has a good-looking man who had no accommodation and couldn’t leave the hotel or get a flight out of there because of a typhoon threatening to hit the island! On top of that, he is Mr. Kane’s friend and their boss. So, Diane, who Kita believed was her friend, came up with a suggestion. Kita was at wits end on what to do. But she wasn't sure if she should ask to hear Diane's idea either. She had recently found out from others how Diane felt about her getting the manager's position. She learned Diane thought it should have been her title and position since she had the most seniority! It was told to Kita that Diane felt she should have declined the position when of
Kita saw that he had awakened but looked startled. “Sir are you okay?” she asked, looking at his suspicious gaze and behavior, that made her nervous.Kita reminded herself 'show no fear and remain professional.' Lyle didn’t answer her because he was too busy trying to make a call! Sticking his phone out the window boot to get a signal. He had no service! Lyle took in a deep breath calming down. Then he looked up and made eye contact with Kita as she opened the car door and got out. Lyle refused to leave the car; he calls her from the open window. "Hey! What are we doing here? Where are you going?" He asked. Kita stopped and turned, replying in a curt tone. "Sir, I don't have time to waste! It's late, and I'm tired. So, get your suitcases out of the trunk before it starts pouring down and raining again." He slowly got out of the small car. His eyes made a brief canvass of the neighborhood. Lyle looked down from one end of the row of houses clear to the other end suspiciously. Hi
He snuggled under the down comforter with a warm and naked body. He feels the softness of her sleeping in his arms. The scent of her shampoo lingers on his pillow. Smiling, his body responds predictably to her nearness. He's hard and ready to claim her. He moves his hand from her flat belly up to cup an entire breast, toying with the nipple that awakens instantly to his touch. Wanting to see her and watch her reactions, he opens his eyes and is slapped in the face! That it wasn't real! Lyle set up in bed instantly! He looked around the unfamiliar room, putting his arm over his eyes as the sun poured through the window. Lyle fell back against the pillows, staring up at the ceiling, which was painted white. "The typhoon must have decided to go in another direction. Good! I don't need anything else ruining my vacation!" "Why was I dreaming about her?" He asked himself, puzzled. "What time is it?" He rolled over to focus more closely on the clock. He sat up in bed, surprised that he ha
He kept flipping; he saw several more pictures! Then he put two and two together and figured she was the girl everyone had been talking about! He stepped back and sat on the arm of the sofa in a state of shock! "This can't be right! It can't be her!" He put his hand over his face in deep despair! I wanted to find her, but not this way! And not under these circumstances! This is horrible!" "What will she think of me staying here? I know she must hate me!" Now that he knew for sure it was her! She is the one! In a panic, Lyle put the photo album back on the shelf. "I gotta get out of here!" Lyle went to the room and began packing the few unpacked things. But then it dawned on him. He had nowhere to go! Not even transportation now. "Think, think! Okay, first things first, she must never find out I'm Kenneth Cole! Ever! Though I'm not Kenneth Cole any longer. But that won't matter because I legally still carry that name for business purposes. So that still means I'm Kenneth Cole! All of
They arrived at the grocery store. Kita walked to the area where the baskets were located. Speedwalking to catch up, Lyle told her he would love to push the basket. Gazing at him curiously, Lyle could see that she was trying to figure him out. "Trust me, I'm not trying to be strange, but I feel a gentleman would push the basket for a lady. It's just the way I was raised." Then he took the basket from her grasp and began rolling it away. He turned in her direction, smiling, and asked. "Which aisle do you want to go to first?" Puzzled and slightly impressed by him, Kita said. "Hmm...... Let's get vegetables and fruits first. Sir, what Country are you from?" Lyle chuckled. "Please call me by my name. I'm starting to feel very old and like I'm imposing myself on you." "You're not imposing at all. If you were at the hotel, I would refer to you as sir or Mr........" "That's nice and very professional of you. But I'm permitting you to call me plain Lyle; I bet we're around the same age.
Lyle smiles, stating, “Your hands are so soft and small.” Kita ignores him and the tingling sensation she felt from this action. She takes the cold water and splashes his eyes, then places the towel in his hand. “You're okay now, Mr. Sever?” “Please, please, can you just call me Lyle once?” He said with pleading eyes, as before he dried his face and hands. “Okay, Lyle. Are you alright?” she asked with concern in her voice. “I'm doing a whole lot better now. Thanks for helping me. I can't cut up onions, but if you give me something milder like carrots or tomatoes, I promise I won't cry.” He said, grinning, showing her those excellent straight white teeth. Lyle finally got a genuine smile out of her. She handed him the colander of carrots and parsley leaves. He successfully chopped them up. They had salad and beef veal cutlets over parsley rice. When it was time to sit down at the table, he did his usual talking. Mentioning to her how much he was enjoying the meal and the iced tea.