Anastacia's Pov
The rays of the sun rests on my face causing me to open my eyes. I open my eyes to see Sophia still sleeping peacefully and I leave her to sleep.
I walk into the bathroom that is situated at the end of the corridor and I have my bath and get ready for the day's work.
I decided to wear one of my denim trousers and a tank top, something not too faded to get on with my day.
The sound of the television playing downstairs startles me and I wonder who is watching Tv. My mother is usually working by this time, and my father usually leaves the house before anyone wakes up, the only time we ever get to see him is when he comes back in the evening and decides to throw a tantrum in the house, so it seems a bit odd.
I decided to head downstairs to figure out what was going on, and there the figure was, the dejected figure, sleeping away on the couch with the television on.
I decide to turn my back but someone clears their throat behind me, and I know it's not my father, it is a masculine voice, but not that of my father.
I turn around to see a masculine figure, he is about 6 feet tall and has a muscular tanned body, his dark hair compliments his hazel green eyes that are soul piercing. I didn't realize I had been staring so much until he cleared his throat again.
"Ummm… hi" I say, almost in a whisper
"Hey, I'm guessing you are Anastacia" he says, with a deep voice and stressed out his hands for me to shake.
His look is intimidating and I'm wondering if I should be scared and run to my father for protection. I take a glance at the man on the chair and he doesn't even bulge.
"Well, yes… who are you… and how…. Did you…. Get here?" I stutter, scared to speak.
"Oh!" My father says, clearing his throat and standing up to meet the figure standing there.
"Anastacia, this is Bruce Williams, your soon to be husband" my father introduces.
I take a look at Bruce and then my father and without thinking, I walk away.
"What's wrong?" Sophia yawns and asks after she seems me pacing in the room
"I genuinely thought that if I slept and woke up, it would all be a dream… but honestly it's true…. He's getting me married" I say, pulling my hair backwards, expressing my frustration
"Wait…..what?" Sophia says, rubbing the sleep off her eyes
"Bruce…. His name is Bruce and he's downstairs" I say in defeat…
"He's gonna run away when he sees the kind of crazy sister you have" she tells me and proceeds to stand up
"What are you going to do?" I ask her
"Just wait and see," she says, almost a threat.
She walks out of the room and I make no attempt to follow her.
I seat on my bed, wondering what the fuck I was going to do because reality was already dawning on me.
"At least he's good looking" my subconscious tries to tell me but I immediately shrug the thought off.
I take my phone off the table and decide to head to work. I leave my room and I see Sophia walking towards me.
"And????" I ask curiously, eager to know what had transpired.
"Girlllll, that mother fucker is handsomeee as fuck!" She exaggerates, forgetting the whole point of going down the stairs.
"Really?" I sigh, disappointed with her response.
"Oh… not the point" she says
"Don't tell me you didn't take an attempt to threaten him" I warn
"Well, I can get married on your behalf! He looks ruthless and all that but I know people like him, they're softies on the inside" Sophia says, trying to cheer me up.
"You just saw the guy, I'm not even sure you had a conversation with him, and there you are, drooling" I scowl.
"Yeah right! But maybe this can't be that bad" Sophia says.
I give her a stern look before walking away.
My walk to the hotel where I work is a boring one as the morning sun burns against my skin.
When I get to the hotel, " Avendaa Lounge," the familiarity makes me sigh.
I walk straight to my compartment and change my shirt to the one assigned to me by the hotel.
"Good morning" I greet a customer who walks up to me.
"Hey, can I get some napkins? I don't have any!" She asks. I open up one compartment and hand her a napkin.
"Thank you" she smiles and leaves.
"Room 409" one of the receptionists tells me, handing over the key to me and walks away.
I stare at the key number, 409! It's one of the rooms that I never get to see because it's for people of high ranking and a lowly cleaner like me doesn't get to clean it, but I guess today is my lucky day.
I sigh, contemplating my choice of getting married to a billionaire, maybe then I wouldn't be disrespected.
I take out the necessities and place them on my cart as I find my way to room 409.
I place the keep on the door and it gives a beep and I walk into the room….. something just a little bit like this would be good for me even for a day.
The room speaks elegance and luxury, and it's nothing like mine, the furniture are rich and soft, creating a harmony to the cream colored walls. The bed is king sized and is adorned with plush pillows and soft blankets. It is cozy and inviting, despite the fact that someone had just checked out from the room.
The flat screen television is mounted in front of the bed, suitable for entertainment.
The window is adorned with heavy curtains, preventing the sunlight from entering into the room. I stand by the window, opening the curtain to reveal the breathtaking view of the city. The sunlight that comes in adds a touch of magic to the room.
There is a table right beside the window, suitable for a working desk. A mini fridge is situated under the table, an easy access to a relaxing drink during work, above it is a cabinet that has things for coffee in it.
The bathroom is no less impressive, it is made of marble floors and features a shower and a bathtub, it's amazing!
I work here everyday if my life but I can't get over how beautiful this building actually is. The toilet and sink is opposite each other and the bathroom is twice as big as my dining and kitchen combined together. I smile in awe, and for now, I pretend that this is my house.
Basic toiletries are placed on the tabletop that is provided, shampoo, soap, luxurious bath salts are available, and all other necessities.
I walk out of the bathroom and sigh when I see my cart of cleaning equipment waiting for me.
I decide to lay on the inviting bed, an escape from my home, and the four corners of my room. The softness of the bed caresses my skin and causes me to moan in satisfaction.
"It's all going to be a dream come true, someday" I mutter to myself.
I have no idea when I close my eyes, but I wake up to the banging of the door and I jump up from the bed.
"Fuck fuck fuck!" I say to myself and smack myself mentally.
I walk to the door, fear is evident in each step I take and I open the door to reveal one of the cleaners.
"Did you fall asleep??" She asks, shocked.
"Umm…. Fuck" I sigh.
"You need to get this room ready" she says and walks away.
The closing of the door is stopped by the hands of someone. I take a glance at the person, and of course, it's him.