1. Juliette
Chapter 1 Chapter 1 Juliette The bustling city streets whizzed by in a blur, the vibrant energy seeping into my veins and keeping me wide awake despite the weariness from my journey. I sat in the backseat of the luxurious Mercedes Romanz sedan that my company had sent to pick me up from the airport. Glancing out the window, I couldn't help but be captivated by the twinkling city lights that illuminated the darkening sky. A group of statuesque figures dressed in dazzling gowns and fur coats caught my eye. At first glance, they appeared to be elegant women, but upon closer inspection, I realized they were drag queens, exuding confidence and charisma. In front of a grand hotel, two shirtless men showcased their talents, mesmerizing passersby with their prop tricks. Accompanying them were three showgirls adorned in shimmering costumes, complete with extravagant feather headdresses. Well, hello there, Las Vegas! I thought, a mix of excitement and trepidation coursing through me. It was my first time in this vibrant city, and I wasn't here for a mere visit. My contract was for one year, and I was eager to embark on this adventure. I yearned for something new and exhilarating, and this opportunity seemed to hold the promise of just that. "How was your flight, Miss Scott?" Summer, the young woman in the front seat, asked. She introduced herself as my new executive assistant, her blonde curls and bright blue eyes giving her an almost doll-like appearance. The management had assured me that she was the best assistant I could have, and her warm smile and polite demeanor made me believe it. "They flew me in business class, so the flight itself was quite relaxing," I replied. "But the airport was chaotic, and the lines were stressful. Overall, it was tiring, but I'm incredibly eager to get started here." Summer's smile widened. "That's wonderful! We're all thrilled to have you on board." "Thank you," I said, returning her smile. "I feel the same way." The timing of this offer couldn't have been more perfect. We took a right turn, leaving behind the bustling Las Vegas Strip, and entered a less crowded area. This part of town was filled with quirky shops, vintage stores, and an array of restaurants. As we passed by the shops, I found myself enjoying the sights when my gaze fell upon a row of wedding boutiques. My heart skipped a beat, and a lump formed in my throat. Initially, I wanted to look away, but I forced myself to face it. I needed to confront this feeling head-on. A radiant young woman twirled in a flowing wedding gown in the window of one of the boutiques. Her joy was palpable. A dark cloud seemed to cast a shadow over my previously high spirits. An unwelcome image flashed in my mind, but I quickly pushed it away. Next to the boutique stood a small white wedding chapel, boasting its 24/7 availability. That's Las Vegas for you, I thought bitterly. Thankfully, Summer was occupied with her phone, oblivious to the turmoil within me. I wanted to distance myself from anything related to weddings and relationships. Soon, we arrived in a lovely neighborhood adorned with beautiful two-story houses. It was an upscale area, with spacious sidewalks adorned with greenery. Families and children enjoyed a nearby park. I had only seen pictures of the house where I would be staying during my promotion and year-long contract. So when we slowed down in front of the beige house with its expansive windows, driveway, and front yard, I was awestruck. It was a significant upgrade from my modest apartment in Ohio. And it's already six-thirty in the evening. I wonder how it will look in the daylight. Despite its supposed ten-year age, the house appeared well-maintained. Managing a space this vast would be a challenge, especially with my demanding work schedule. "Don't worry," Summer chimed in suddenly, as if she had read my thoughts. "Part of your package includes a weekly housekeeper to assist you with maintenance." "Wow, that's great," I exclaimed, grinning. "Are you a mind reader or something?" She laughed. "Just a lucky guess based on the expression on your face." "Hmm...they weren't kidding when they said you were the best assistant," I remarked. The driver opened the door for me, and I stepped out, ready to embark on this new chapter of my life.The cool night breeze whispered against my skin, causing me to question how those showgirls managed to strut around in their skimpy costumes without freezing. Their bravery was commendable, I thought, as I pulled my favorite blue trousers tighter around my legs and adjusted the thick blazer over my lacy tank top. The printed scarf draped around my neck added both warmth and style to my ensemble, making me feel confident and professional. Suddenly, a distant dog's bark broke through the silence. I turned my attention towards the sound and spotted a small, adorable Maltese running towards me from the neighboring house. It approached me with a wagging tail, as if welcoming me to the neighborhood. Bending down, I gently patted its head. "Hello there. Thank you for the warm welcome," I greeted the furry bundle of joy. The little dog then darted off to greet my friend, Summer, who had joined me outside. Its excitement was infectious, and we couldn't help but laugh at its playful antics. A short whistle pierced the air, causing the dog to abruptly change direction and run towards the imposing gray house beside mine. My eyes followed its movement, leading me to the master of the house - a tall, handsome man with an enigmatic aura. He had broad shoulders, slightly long, wavy black hair, and a pair of eyeglasses perched on his nose. As our gazes met, he gave me a strange look before disappearing inside his home without a word. "Gorgeous, but definitely weird and unfriendly," Summer remarked, her laughter tinged with curiosity. I nodded in agreement, unable to shake the somber energy that emanated from the man. "You're right, Summer. I think it's best to steer clear of him." We shared a chuckle, trying to brush off the encounter as we continued our walk towards my new home. Before entering, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the car window. Despite the long journey and lack of hair brushing, my recent treatment had left my locks soft and shiny, cascading in perfect waves. The chocolate brown color with subtle highlights added a touch of elegance to my appearance. Though most of my makeup had faded away, it didn't bother me. Tonight was about celebrating this new chapter with my new assistant, most likely. Summer led the way to the double front door, handing me the keys with a smile. "You deserve this, Miss Scott. Congratulations!" Returning her smile, I accepted the keys and approached the door. With a sense of anticipation, I inserted the correct key into the lock on my second try. As soon as the door swung open, a burst of light flooded the room, revealing a grand living space with high ceilings and a winding wooden staircase leading to the second floor. "Congratulations, Miss Juliette Scott!" a chorus of voices cried out in unison, causing me to freeze in surprise. For a moment, I questioned whether I had entered the wrong house. None of the faces were familiar to me, but then one stood out amongst the crowd - Phoenix Cox, the former CEO of Luxe Linen whom I was set to replace. While we had only interacted online, her friendly face was instantly recognizable. "Welcome to Las Vegas, Juliette," she greeted, her smile encouraging and warm. Although caught off guard by the unexpected welcome, I couldn't help but feel flattered by the gesture. The friendly faces surrounding me eased any lingering doubts. As I had been told, my new team was composed of talented individuals who radiated both intelligence and friendliness. It was a definite plus. "Oh my gosh, Phoenix!" I exclaimed, unable to contain my excitement. "You shouldn't have! I'm... I wasn't expecting this. Thank you, thank you all so much!" "I apologize if this caught you by surprise," Phoenix admitted. "We only planned it a few days ago. We wanted to give you a proper welcome, although I understand if you're exhausted and just want to crawl into bed." I shook my head, a surge of energy coursing through me. "No, not at all. I'm genuinely thrilled, and despite the fatigue, sleep can wait. And wow, this house is absolutely incredible! Thank you!" Taking in the grandeur of the high ceiling adorned with an elegant chandelier, the crackling fireplace nestled beside a cozy sofa set, and the open dining and kitchen area, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. "Don't worry, we haven't explored upstairs yet. I personally selected this house for you as part of your CEO promotion package," Phoenix explained. "Thank you, truly!" I gushed, gratitude filling my voice. "This is a tremendous blessing." Phoenix chuckled. "Enjoy this moment while you can because come Monday, work will have you swamped!" A chorus of laughter echoed her statement, and I joined in wholeheartedly. "I'm ready for it!" As introductions began, Phoenix took the lead in acquainting me with each member of the team.The exclusive gathering consisted of Luxe Linen's top brass, including executive officers and department heads. I anticipated meeting more colleagues in the coming week. "Prepare yourself for another welcome party on Monday," Summer announced with a mischievous smile. I raised an eyebrow in surprise, my lips curling into a smile. "Oh, really? I'll keep that in mind." As the intimate celebration gained momentum, I immediately felt a sense of belonging. So far, I had been getting along well with everyone. This year was shaping up to be extraordinary, just as I had predicted when I accepted the job. New job. New city. A fresh start. Later, I ventured upstairs to inspect my bedroom. It exuded coziness, complete with a spacious bed and elegant lamps. An attached walk-in closet heightened my excitement. Taking a sip of the red wine in my hand, I strolled casually over to the window to admire the view. To my surprise, I glimpsed into my neighbor's backyard, where his adorable pet frolicked. Through a large window, I could see what appeared to be an expansive home office. A thought struck me. "What a marvelous idea," I mused. "I shall convert one of the second-floor bedrooms into my personal office." Suddenly, a shadow flitted across the neighboring window. Someone paced restlessly back and forth. As I peered closer, I caught sight of the enigmatic, drop-dead gorgeous man. His physique was impeccable, and his face boasted chiseled features adorned with a hint of stubble. I observed him as he settled behind his desk, engrossed in his computer. "I wonder what he does..." I whispered, captivated by his mysterious and alluring aura. I felt an inexplicable desire to know him better. Abruptly, the music blared louder from the poolside, mingling with laughter and chatter. The man next door, likely in his mid-thirties, rose from his seat. He glanced out the window, and our eyes met. Even from a distance, I could discern the hostility etched on his face. What the hell, I thought, though I forced a smile his way. If he chose to be a disagreeable neighbor, that was his problem. He glared back at me, leaving me dumbfounded. What an asshole! He turned away, returning to his computer. I decided to join the festivities by the pool and dismiss this jerk from my mind. I refused to let him tarnish my perfect day and the fresh start I had embarked upon. Though love had dealt me a devastating blow, it had propelled me to the position of CEO at the very company I had dedicated myself to since university. Relocating to Las Vegas was another step towards emotional recovery, even if it meant leaving behind my loved ones. I needed this! And no one would be allowed to ruin it for me. Later that evening, as we immersed ourselves in a lively card game, the doorbell rang. The music volume lowered as Summer went to answer the door. Curiosity piqued, I followed her, only to find a police officer standing on the threshold. Apparently, my handsome yet grumpy neighbor had called the cops on us. Ridiculous, considering there were just twelve of us and it was a Saturday. And honestly, I didn't think we were being excessively loud. Summer handled the situation with finesse, and the officers departed. We were all adults enjoying some social drinking and harmless fun. The thought that this peculiar individual would subject me to such annoyance irked me. I would have to tolerate him while residing here! "Perhaps you should consider a change of address," one of the women suggested. "Goodness, I couldn't bear living next to someone like that!" "Maybe he's just overly sensitive," someone chimed in. "Well, precisely! Then Juliette will always have to accommodate him!" another added. I took a deep breath, maintaining a calm smile. "Let's see what the coming days and weeks bring. For now, let's enjoy ourselves." We continued our revelry indoors, with the sliding doors closed and the music playing at a lower volume. It was absurd, really. I felt like a teenager, adhering to my father's rules or tiptoeing around to avoid disturbing the neighbor. Phoenix grinned mischievously. "One thing's for certain," she declared. "You're in for one hell of an adventure here in Sin City!" The others cheered, clinking their wine glasses together. I laughed and raised my glass. "Cheers to the beginning of an extraordinary adventure!"
2. Roy
Chapter 2 Chapter 2 Roy A bagel slathered with cream cheese and a steaming cup of plain black coffee. The perfect breakfast, especially on a lazy Sunday morning. Normally, I'd go for a run, but last night's sleep was restless thanks to the commotion from my new next-door neighbor. Just the thought of it made my blood boil. I specifically chose this neighborhood for its tranquil and pristine surroundings. I cherished the peace and quiet at home, a luxury I rarely experienced while working in the chaotic world of hotels and casinos in Las Vegas. Peaceful was never a word associated with the entertainment and hospitality industry, which is why I craved it during my downtime. This was supposed to be a haven where I could mind my own business without anyone interfering, a place where no one would recognize me. I always preferred being anonymous rather than being thrust into the spotlight. After finishing my breakfast, I headed out to my backyard to relax by the pool with a book in hand. The tall fence surrounding my property should have shielded me from any view of the neighbor's yard or pool area. However, as I looked up, I caught sight of her opening what appeared to be her bedroom window. An irritation began to simmer within me, but my curiosity as a man couldn't resist stealing glances at this stunning woman dressed in black lace nightwear. Her long golden brown hair cascaded down her shoulders, barely concealing her ample cleavage as she stretched her arms. "Good morning, Las Vegas!" she called out cheerfully, unaware of my presence. Someone was certainly in high spirits. It almost made me chuckle. But at the same time, I couldn't help groaning at the realization that I would have to endure this eccentric woman for days, perhaps even months or years to come. I heard her shriek, followed by what sounded like jumping on her bed. At least, that's what I assumed, as I could only see her head bobbing up and down through the window. Crazy, I thought, shaking my head. I wonder what brought her to this neighborhood. She's probably not originally from Las Vegas. After a few minutes, the sound of her voice faded away. Finally! I crossed my legs and reclined on my favorite chaise lounge, opening my book and preparing to immerse myself in its pages. It was a popular marketing book that had proven quite helpful thus far. I had read a few pages and was getting lost in the text when a blast of dance music erupted from the neighboring house. It seemed to be coming from the first floor, indicating that she must be playing it while cooking or something. My pet dog Emery, a teacup Maltese breed, suddenly appeared and began barking ferociously, fixated on the house beyond the fence. "Oh, well," I muttered under my breath. "You two seem like a perfect match. Noisy and eccentric." Emery was a gift from Jillian, a dear friend whom I considered a second mother during my time at the orphanage. She insisted that I needed some company since I tended to keep to myself. She also decided to gift me a female dog because she despised the fact that I couldn't maintain a girlfriend. I casually dated, but it was infrequent. I simply felt it was a waste of time and energy. Naming the dog Emery seemed fitting after my recent visit to one of our casinos on The Strip. I rose from the lounge chair and decided to finish my reading in the living room, where I could savor my tranquility. True enough, when I closed all the doors and windows, the outside noise vanished. However, just an hour later, a steady rumbling sound emerged as I entered my home office. It wasn't particularly loud since I was in an enclosed space, but it was undeniably bothersome. Initially, I tried to ignore it as I checked my email. But after a few minutes, I stood up and peered out the window, wondering what could be causing the commotion. Eventually, I ventured outside to investigate the source of the noise. "It's Sunday, for God's sake," I muttered with a groan. To my dismay, the deafening noise that assaulted my ears in the yard originated from next door. I had reached my limit. Though I typically avoided socializing with the locals, I had no choice but to confront this unhinged woman. Before heading to her house, I showered and changed into a fresh shirt and khaki shorts. As the clamor persisted inside, I had the urge to cover my ears. It was like the grinding of cement or some similar sound. I rang the doorbell and waited. When the door swung open, the sight of the woman whom I had only glimpsed in the dark and through the window caught me off guard. She looked even more dazzling up close, despite wearing a simple sweatsuit that hinted at an intense workout. She gasped upon seeing me, her expression shifting from shock to annoyance. "Yes?" she curtly inquired, neglecting to greet me. A smirk threatened to form, but I restrained myself. Sarcastic remarks danced on the tip of my tongue, but I held them back. Instead, I fixed her with a steely gaze and politely said, "Could you please cease whatever activity is causing all this noise? This neighborhood is meant to be peaceful, especially on Sundays." My voice remained devoid of emotion, yet her eyes narrowed at me. I couldn't help but notice how her deep brown eyes matched her hair. "I have a permit, so maybe you should invest in some earplugs or something," she spat, making no attempt at politeness. Evidently, she still harbored resentment towards me for inadvertently interrupting her little gathering the previous night. I scoffed but refrained from saying anything further. "If you continue like this, you'll find yourself evicted from this neighborhood sooner than later," was all I uttered. Her mouth fell open in disbelief. I couldn't help but notice how supple and moist her lips appeared, momentarily distracting me from my irritation. Before she could conjure a retort, I turned and walked away. The door slammed shut behind me, and a chuckle escaped my lips. I had a feeling this encounter was just the beginning of an intriguing relationship between us.
3. Juliette
Chapter 3 Chapter 3: Juliette's Journey Luck seemed to be against me as I found myself amidst a flurry of wedding talk at work. Department heads chattered about caterers, motifs, and hairstyles, completely oblivious to the turmoil it caused within me. Behind my facade of busyness, I longed to scream, to tell them all that weddings were nothing but illusions. Then came the dreaded question, piercing through my charade. "What about you, Miss Scott? Anyone special back in Ohio?" someone asked, their curiosity laced with ignorance. I raised my eyes from my electronic tablet, a forced smile plastered on my face. "No one," I replied, my voice steady. "I'm your typical workaholic." Silence hung heavy in the air. Perhaps they assumed my answer was logical, that I fit the mold perfectly. Little did they know the depths I had traversed. Throughout my first week, I fought the urge to break down. I buried my pain beneath a brave facade, immersing myself in work. I had made a promise to leave my shattered heart in Ohio, to start anew in Las Vegas. My efforts did not go unnoticed. Summer, a fellow colleague, offered kind words of encouragement, assuring me that I was well-loved and admired by everyone in the office. I set the bar high, arriving first and leaving last, establishing a reputation for unwavering work ethic. In just a month, I shattered sales records alongside my dedicated team. It was a monumental achievement, one that reignited the flickering flames of confidence within me. As the following month rolled in, I embraced a healthier routine, starting my days with early morning workouts at the nearby gym before immersing myself in the demands of the office. Caught up in my treadmill run, a voice interrupted my thoughts. "Juliette Scott, CEO of Luxe Linen," the voice declared. I slowed my pace, glancing at the mirror to find Paul Phillips, a gym acquaintance and esteemed sales executive, grinning at me. A chuckle escaped my lips as I caught sight of him. "Hey, Paul," I greeted, finally coming to a stop. I turned to face him, still slightly breathless. His smile widened as he gazed at me. "I know you have to head to work now, Juliette," he began. "But how about meeting for lunch later?" My smile faltered, unsure if I had heard him correctly. I had grown wary of men seeking romantic pursuits. I yearned for friendship, not romance. "As friends?" he added, his confidence unwavering. Not wanting to dampen his spirits, considering our blossoming friendship, I nodded cautiously. "Sure, we can ask Lana and Alex to join us too." A hint of disappointment flickered in his eyes, though he concealed it well. "Sure, let's see if they can make it." "Great," I replied. "I'll ask them myself." Unfortunately, our other two gym acquaintances had lunch meetings scheduled that day. I suggested we postpone our gathering until another time when Lana and Alex were available. "I apologize, Paul," I said. "I just remembered I have a lunch meeting with one of our clients. Let's reschedule, okay? When Lana and Alex can join us." "Sure," he responded, though his demeanor hinted at slight disappointment. Hours later, I found myself engaged in conversation with an attractive older man, the owner of a renowned hotel in the city. He divulged the details of his recent divorce, subtly hinting at spending time together outside of work. Uncertainty gnawed at me. How could I decline without offending him, a loyal client? I had to choose my words carefully, navigating the delicate balance between professionalism and personal boundaries. "I'm glad you assumed Phoenix's position," he remarked, his voice laced with nostalgia. "She was a dear friend of mine." I nodded, attempting to maintain a neutral expression. If I declined his dinner invitation, it might bruise his ego. If I accepted, it could lead him on. So, what was the right course of action? "Dinner on Saturday?" he repeated, leaning forward and capturing my hand in his. I knew what I had to do. With grace and tact, I politely declined. "I'm sorry, Roman," I began, choosing my words cautiously. "While I'm inclined to say yes, I believe it's best for us to maintain a professional relationship, a client-supplier dynamic... However, we can certainly be friends, just as you were with Phoenix. Luxe Linen is grateful to have you as our client, and we genuinely value the business you bring us..." I skillfully diverted his attention, offering a generous discount on their contract renewal and the opportunity to be the first to try our latest linens.Relief washed over me like a cool breeze on a sweltering summer day when he finally gave up on asking me out. It was clear he had caught on to my lack of interest, and for that, I was grateful. After just two months as the company's new CEO, I found myself both exhausted and satisfied. I had exceeded expectations, even though it meant sacrificing certain things along the way. My body yearned for rest and rejuvenation, so I made plans for a spa session with my newfound friends from the office. We were a group of four, enjoying the luxury of a large private room while receiving massages. "You mean you haven't dated anyone since you started here?" Summer asked, curiosity lacing her words. "No, not interested," I replied nonchalantly, my voice calm and collected amidst the soothing atmosphere of the spa. "Why?" Faye, one of the top executives, inquired. "Rumors have been swirling about you turning down date offers left and right. People seem to think you're either a lesbian or nursing a broken heart." Oops. Faye hit the nail on the head. "I wish Paul from the gym would ask me out!" Alison, one of our stellar account managers, exclaimed with a touch of longing. I chuckled at her plea. "I'll pass along the message," I said, a mischievous grin tugging at my lips. "He only has eyes for you," she pouted. "And yet, you won't give him the time of day!" "Even if you were a lesbian, you'd still have to date someone, right?" Faye chimed in, her words laced with humor. Laughter bubbled out of me. "I swear, I'm not a lesbian! And I promise I won't be asking any of you out...ever!" Our laughter echoed through the room, a joyful symphony of camaraderie. "So, is it because you're nursing a broken heart?" Summer asked, her voice gentle and compassionate. Outside of the office, we were friends who cared for one another. "Spill it, Juliette!" Faye encouraged, her eyes filled with genuine concern. "Come on, spill the beans!" Alison joined in, her curiosity piqued. I nodded, my gaze drifting to the floor. "It was a broken engagement," I finally confessed, my voice tinged with a mixture of pain and determination. "And it's part of the reason I accepted the offer to move here and work." "Oh, my..." Summer gasped, a hand flying to her mouth. "I'm so sorry. It must have been tough, but you're a strong woman, and it's undoubtedly his loss." "A big loss, girl," Faye agreed, her tone filled with conviction. They knew better than to pry further, sensing my reluctance to delve into the details. "But that's all the more reason for you to go out and date around!" Alison exclaimed. "Don't let your beauty and brains go to waste." Laughter erupted from me once again. "Maybe I'll start dating when I'm ready. Just not right now." Summer nodded, a knowing smile gracing her features. "Well, yeah! Who needs men, right!" "I do," Faye unabashedly admitted, causing us all to burst into laughter once more. After our spa session, we reconvened at my house for drinks. In the midst of our merriment, I momentarily forgot about the unfriendly neighbor. We were tipsy, laughing and splashing around in the pool, carefree and uninhibited. What did I expect? It didn't take long for the doorbell to ring. Initially, I didn't think much of it. Dressed in a white robe over my red bikini, my hair still dripping wet, I opened the door with a wide smile adorning my face. But as soon as I laid eyes on him, my world seemed to crumble, reality crashing down upon me. His lips, a delicate shade of pink, were pressed together in a firm line, his handsome face etched with disapproval. Behind his glasses, his eyes widened with surprise, likely due to my half-naked state. Quickly, I wrapped the robe around my body, concealing myself entirely, and frowned at him. "Let me guess," I spoke without inhibition, the effects of alcohol emboldening me. "You're here to complain about the noise because you're a lonely introvert who detests parties and wants to keep to yourself all day, every single day." The initial surprise on his face shifted into irritation and disdain. "Yeah, that's me. So, can you please tone it down if you don't want me calling the cops again?" A whistle sounded from behind him, resembling a catcall. It was then that I noticed three intimidating men, grinning and observing us from the road. Leaning against a green pickup truck, they exuded an air of menace. "So, you called them instead of the police?" I blurted out, disbelief coloring my voice. He turned away momentarily, silence hanging heavy in the air. When he faced me again, he simply said, "Cut out the shrieking and partying. We're not teenagers anymore." With a scoff, he retreated back to his house. I wanted to yell at him, but the presence of the thugs silenced me. Bewilderment mingled with a hint of fear as I watched them follow him inside. Returning to my friends, I felt a newfound vigilance, my sobriety restored. I was about to regale them with the tale of my encounter with the neighbor when a notification on my phone interrupted me. With bated breath, I read the message that had just arrived. It was from my ex-boyfriend, Tate, informing me that he had boarded a plane to Las Vegas. What the fuck!
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Chapter 4 In my neighborhood, I reveled in the blissful ignorance of those around me. No one knew the true extent of who I was, and I relished in the privacy and anonymity it afforded me. The gossiping neighbors could wonder all they wanted about me; their speculations meant nothing. Even in my own hotels and casinos, the guests remained oblivious to my identity. I blended in seamlessly, purposely dressing casually to avoid any unnecessary attention. The employees were well aware of my preference for discretion, offering nothing more than a nod as I passed by. Their focus remained on their duties, undisturbed by my presence. Bodyguards and assistants were a rarity, reserved only for specific occasions. Drawing attention was the last thing I desired, so I typically navigated through life without them. Seated cross-legged in the lobby of the Prime Luxent Hotel, I opened a book with feigned interest, using it as a guise to observe my surroundings. Most employees paid little mind to my presence, allowing me an authentic glimpse into the daily operations. It was during these moments that I could identify those deserving of recognition and salary raises. My attention was abruptly diverted by a commotion nearby. A middle-aged woman forcefully dragged a terrified six-year-old girl towards the exit. The child's eyes welled with tears, her fear palpable. The woman, consumed by anger and disappointment, even resorted to pinching the girl. "Shut up!" Her hiss cut through the air, drawing disapproving glances from those nearby. "You don't deserve anything. You're ugly!" A wave of icy bitterness washed over me, resurrecting painful memories from my own past. The urge to shield the child from her mother's wrath was overwhelming, a testament to the scars I carried from my own childhood. Thankfully, the mother's outburst ceased, and they hastily departed from the hotel. Yet, the thought of what awaited them in the confines of their home was too unsettling to dwell upon. The incident served as a haunting reminder of my own upbringing, marked by the torment inflicted upon me by two foster parents. My mind drifted back to that fateful day when I was chosen by the couple who visited the orphanage. At eight years old, I had spent my formative years under the care of strangers who became the closest thing to family. But deep down, I knew that each child had to eventually leave the institution and find a real home. Hope blossomed within me as I envisioned a life with a genuine family. Little did I know that the years that followed would become the darkest chapters of my existence. Shoving aside the memories that threatened to consume me, I rose from my seat and made my way to the hotel's central kitchen. My focus shifted entirely to the inspection at hand, meticulously examining every detail and engaging in conversations with various staff members and officers. From there, I ventured into the rooms and function halls, delving into the housekeeping facilities and other areas. Progress was being made, with only a few areas in need of improvement. Nonetheless, the overall operations ran smoothly, upholding the high standards I had set. As I neared completion, strolling through the refreshing breeze of the swimming pool area, a familiar voice shattered my concentration. It was the same voice that had berated me countless times in the past. The same voice that accompanied the physical abuse I endured at the hands of my foster parents. My body froze, a tremor coursing through me. Even after all these years, I could recognize that voice and face anywhere. My chest tightened, the blood in my veins turning frigid. My palms grew clammy. Your past is behind you, Roy. She is no longer a part of your life. You are safe now, and you hold the power to control your own destiny. The words reverberated in my ears, grounding me amidst the rising tide of negative emotions. I took a deep breath, then another, regaining control over myself. Apologies flowed from the staff member's lips, but the woman continued her tirade, oblivious to the presence of others. Her actions mirrored the fear and degradation she had inflicted upon me as an adolescent. "Mrs."Anita Jones," I declared with unwavering resolve as I approached them. Internally, I still felt a twinge of unease, but I reminded myself that things were different now. This hotel was mine, and she was merely an annoyance. As soon as I uttered her name, she halted in her tracks and turned to face me. I couldn't discern if she recognized my voice, but the shock on her face could've been due to the fact that I called her by name. "May I inquire as to the nature of the problem?" I asked, devoid of any emotion. She placed her hands on her hips. "And who the hell do you think you are?" "My name is Roy Simmons, and I am the proprietor of this hotel," I replied simply. Typically, I refrained from divulging such information, but the circumstances demanded it. Given that my last name had changed, I had no idea if she would even contemplate that I was the little Roy she and her husband used to confine in a dark bathroom for hours, subjecting me to their anger-fueled abuses. "Well, Mr. Simmons, you better ensure your staff is properly trained," she retorted with a haughty tone. I detested that condescending manner of hers. "This girl has no manners. She insisted that I pay the swimming pool fees in full when I haven't finished using it yet." "I apologize if you feel that way, but she is simply adhering to protocol and doing her job," I stated matter-of-factly. "If you persist in flouting our rules, Mrs. Jones, then I suggest you find alternative accommodations for your leisure activities." She was taken aback, her eyes widening. Perhaps she was on the verge of shouting at me, but I couldn't care less. "How dare you speak to me in such a manner! And how do you even know my name?!" she exclaimed. "You've been engaging in this behavior for years, attempting to portray yourself as a socialite, maxing out credit cards, utilizing hotel facilities, and then evading payment..." I began. I could feel the anger and pain swirling within me, but I strived to conceal it from showing on my face. She stood there dumbfounded, rendered speechless for a moment. "And when you find yourself in trouble, you take it out on little Roy. And when you and your husband argue, it's the young boy who suffers," I continued. "What the hell are you talking about?" she shouted, capturing the attention of some guests. I maintained my composure and offered her a cold smile. "That little Roy is now the owner of this hotel and many more. However, I changed my family name to sever any connection with you and your husband. So, I suggest you leave before I summon the guards to escort you." Suddenly, realization dawned upon her. There was a distinct shift in the way she regarded me. For the first time in my life, I witnessed my abuser appearing bewildered and frightened. It brought me immense satisfaction. I anticipated that she would put up a fight, but instead, she straightened her posture, gathered her belongings, and departed. Exhaling a sigh of relief once she was gone, I resumed my work as if nothing had occurred. As I returned to the lobby, preparing to leave, I noticed my next-door neighbor breezing through the entrance. For a moment, I found myself captivated. Memories flooded back of the time she had opened her door, clad only in a red bikini beneath an open robe. Her alluring curves, defined abs, and long, slender legs had immediately seized my attention. Of course, I concealed any indication of my interest. Flushed from alcohol and with her long hair still damp, she exuded an irresistible allure and radiated beauty. In that instant, a powerful surge of attraction coursed through me. Now, she appeared like a completely different person, dressed similarly to the night she moved in. Today, she wore a matching white blazer and skirt ensemble, along with a printed pastel scarf. She exuded a sense of respectability and professionalism. My curiosity was piqued, prompting me to observe her from a distance. To my bewilderment, she was actually meeting with one of my hotel executives and the housekeeping manager. They sat around a table, ordering coffee. She proceeded to open a laptop and distribute brochures. It seemed fitting for her to be in control. She exuded confidence and possessed a striking intellect. As I drew closer, I overheard her speaking as though she were an expert in the realm of linens. She answered questions with great depth and supported her responses with factual evidence. Perhaps she truly was an expert. Could she be a sales representative or something of the sort? The executive from Prime Luxent rose from his seat, likely heading towards the restroom, when he spotted me. We engaged in conversation, during which he mentioned the new linen technology being presented by their current supplier."What's her name and company?" I inquired, stealing glances at the captivating woman with an enchanting smile. My eyes caught a glimpse of the dimple on her right cheek as she effortlessly brushed her golden brown hair behind her shoulders. "Her name is Ms. Juliette Scott, the new CEO of Luxe Linen, our current supplier," the executive responded, clearly impressed. "She's proposing an upgrade to their latest linen technology." "Juliette Scott...CEO?" I repeated, masking my astonishment while feeling it surge within me. "Yes, Sir," the executive confirmed. "She seems to possess even more knowledge than the previous CEO, whom I had the pleasure of meeting only once. This one is undeniably hands-on, Sir." I nodded, lost in contemplation. "Interesting," I murmured. She appeared too young to hold such a prestigious position, which meant she must be exceptionally bright and skilled. The meeting continued for a while longer. Although the executive extended an invitation for me to join, I declined, opting instead to observe from a distance. My eyes and thoughts remained fixated on Juliette. There was no denying that she was a captivating and multi-faceted woman, possessing one of the most exquisite faces I had ever encountered. And it seemed I wasn't the only one who thought so. As the meeting adjourned, Juliette gracefully rose from her seat and exited the hotel. I watched her through the glass walls of the building, my gaze unwavering. An older man with a distinguished mustache and beard approached her. Intrigued, I moved closer, narrowing my eyes as I observed their conversation. It became evident that his words had flustered her. They were alone in that moment. Suddenly, he brazenly squeezed her buttocks and leaned in closer. Reacting swiftly, she spun around and pushed him away. He grabbed her hand, but she fought back. He was larger and appeared intoxicated. I no longer hesitated. Urging the nearby staff in uniform to call security, I swiftly made my way outside. "Leave her alone," I commanded, my voice resonating with authority. The man regarded me as if I were the one who had lost his mind. "This is my wife, and she's coming home with me!" he bellowed, his wild green eyes betraying more than just intoxication. He must've been under the influence of something stronger. Juliette appeared agitated, yet she maintained her composure, putting on a brave front. It was clear that she recognized me, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief. I addressed Juliette directly, seeking confirmation. "Is this your husband?" She shook her head vehemently. "Definitely not. I don't even know this man. He approached me out of nowhere, spouting nonsense." "She's lying!" the man shouted, his eyes flashing with anger. He attempted to drag her away, but I positioned myself between them. "She says she doesn't know you, and it's evident she wants nothing to do with you. Leave now and do not cause any more trouble." Despite his larger stature, I felt no fear. I had grown accustomed to dealing with men like him during my younger days. Suddenly, confusion washed over him. He stared at Juliette for a prolonged moment before finally uttering, "You're not my wife!" "That's what we've been trying to tell you," Juliette responded, giving him a strange look. Clearly, this individual was unhinged. As the security personnel approached, the man's fear became palpable. He took a step back, muttering an apology, before hastily retreating. I turned toward the security team and nodded, signaling that they could stand down. They reassured the concerned spectators that everything was under control. Juliette wore a puzzled expression on her beautiful face. Rather than being shaken by the incident, her focus seemed to be on me. I could sense her curiosity, wondering who I was. "Are you okay?" I asked, genuine concern lacing my voice. "Yes, I'm fine," she replied quickly, smoothing down her clothes as her car finally arrived. "Thank you..." "My name is Roy," I offered, extending my hand. She hesitated briefly, staring at my hand before shaking it with a quickness that sent an electric jolt through my skin upon contact. I was taken aback. "Thank you, Roy," she said formally. "I'm Juliette." "You're welcome, Juliette." No further words were exchanged. She refrained from inquiring about my presence or involvement with the security personnel. I could sense her curiosity, but she held back, simply leaving in her car without a backward glance. A tinge of disappointment washed over me. Nevertheless, our paths would likely cross again, especially given our shared neighborhood. I found myself eagerly anticipating those future encounters.
5. Juliette
Chapter 5 Chapter 5: Juliette The weekend had arrived, granting me a much-needed break. I made the spontaneous decision to forgo the renovations I had planned for Saturday, my way of silently thanking my next-door neighbor for coming to my rescue at Prime Luxent Hotel. As I stared at my trusty vacuum cleaner, I couldn't help but acknowledge the noise it would undoubtedly make. However, I reasoned that closing all the windows and doors would contain the sound within the confines of my property. With determination, I set out to tackle the cleaning tasks I had assigned myself for the day. Yet, despite my best efforts, my mind kept drifting back to Roy. His striking face when he confronted that rude man lingered in my thoughts. The memory of his touch, the jolt it sent through my nerves and the rush it ignited within me when we shook hands, remained vivid. I found myself wondering about his purpose for being at the hotel that day. I had always assumed he had some nerdy job online, but now doubts crept in. That look he had given the security personnel, an air of authority and command, sparked my imagination. Perhaps he worked as the head of security there or maybe, just maybe, he was a secret spy. Amused by my own thoughts, I couldn't help but giggle at the image of Roy in a spy outfit. Undeniably, he would look captivatingly sexy in one. Suddenly, I was jolted from my reverie, realizing that I had been vacuuming the same spot on the carpet repeatedly. Embarrassed, I reprimanded myself and let out an awkward laugh. An hour later, I finally completed the cleaning of the entire first floor. I moved on to decluttering my bedroom, but my curiosity about Roy persisted. For the eighth time that day, I found myself wondering about his profession. Peeking out the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, I noticed his car parked outside. However, he seemed to be nowhere in sight, neither in his backyard nor his office. Just as I was about to turn away from the window, a chorus of squealing voices reached my ears, emanating from Roy's area. Intrigued, I followed the sound and laid my eyes upon a group of women with extravagant hairdos and vibrant, shimmering outfits. Their cheerful chatter, laughter, and jokes filled the air as they made their way to the backyard, congregating by the pool. To my bewilderment, I realized that these women were not women at all; they were drag queens. I discreetly observed them behind my curtains, fascinated by their presence. After some time, Roy emerged, exuding an undeniable charm in nothing but a pair of drawstring pants. The sunlight accentuated his tanned, well-built torso, and he sported a pair of dark sunglasses that concealed his eyes. Despite his casual attire, there was a seriousness in his expression that intrigued me. Unable to tear my gaze away, I watched as the drag queens surrounded him, swooning over his presence. To my surprise, they broke into a song and dance number, their performance dedicated to him. The whole scene felt surreal, leaving me unsure of how to process it. Once the performance concluded, Roy engaged in conversation with the drag queens, their expressions shifting to a more serious tone. Though I couldn't overhear their words, their undivided attention indicated the significance of his words. Eventually, Roy retreated inside, and the atmosphere lightened once again among the drag queens. From my vantage point, I witnessed him entering his home office, taking his usual position behind his computer. However, after a few minutes, two thugs barged in. Clad in matching leather jackets and pants, one of them even sported a gold hoop earring on his left ear. My breath hitched as one of the thugs turned, revealing a gun in his hand. I couldn't determine whether it was real or fake, but I desperately hoped for the latter. Fear gripped my heart as I watched the unfolding scene. Yet, to my relief, no altercation occurred. Eventually, the thugs departed, leaving me with a sigh of relief. Perhaps I had allowed my imagination to run wild. Roy, however, became increasingly enigmatic and captivating with each passing day. Just as I tried to regain my focus, the doorbell rang, startling me. Reluctantly tearing myself away from the captivating scenes outside my window, I answered the door. To my surprise, it was my neighbor from the other side of my house. Although her name escaped me, she always greeted me with a smile and wave each morning when I got into my car. "Hi, Juliette!" she exclaimed with enthusiasm, looking as if she had just stepped out of a shower, while I, on the other hand, resembled a cat that had been dragged through the dirt. Her long blonde hair cascaded perfectly, complementing her pristine white dress and boots. "Oh, hey, uh..." I hesitated, momentarily forgetting her name. "It's Elowen," she filled in for me, her tone understanding. "Don't worry about it." "Hi, Elowen," I greeted sheepishly. "Thanks. Come in, come in." She handed me a paper bag, inside of which lay a box of delectable doughnuts from a famous bakery downtown."Thank you," I said graciously as we settled into the cozy living room. "You really didn't have to..." "Oh, it's my pleasure," she replied with a smile. "My cousin owns the bakery, so it's no trouble at all." "Wow, that's great!" I exclaimed. "Their bread is absolutely delicious." Without skipping a beat, she launched into the latest neighborhood gossip. She spoke of the elderly man with his pack of dogs down the street, the young girl who seemed to have a new boyfriend every week, and the religious couple on the brink of divorce. I nodded along, feigning interest. Gossip wasn't really my thing, but I wanted to be a good neighbor. Besides, this woman always seemed bored, with no kids and her husband frequently away on business trips. Perhaps chatting with the neighbors was her way of passing the time. But then she mentioned Roy. That caught my attention. "He's been living here for years, but nobody knows anything about him," Elowen shared, her eyes wide with curiosity. "Hmm," I murmured, my mind drifting back to what I had witnessed earlier. "Have you noticed anything strange about him, being his next-door neighbor and all?" she leaned in, eager for any information. I hesitated, then decided to spill the details. She gasped. "Oh my goodness! What do you think he does?" I shrugged. "Honestly, I have no idea." Before either of us could say another word, a commotion outside grabbed our attention. We hurried to the living area window to see what was happening. To our surprise, a limousine pulled up in front of Roy's house. Five stunning women emerged, dressed provocatively in skimpy outfits and high heels. They strutted like models, making their way to the front porch. "And now these ladies..." Elowen commented, her tone full of suspicion. "Maybe he's a pimp or owns a club!" I chuckled, realizing how absurd it was for me, a respected CEO, to be gossiping like this and playing the role of a spy. But I couldn't deny that it was a welcome source of entertainment on an otherwise mundane Saturday. "We'll find out someday," I speculated. She looked excited. "I hope it's something thrilling!" Laughing, I dismissed her discreetly. I had plenty of work to attend to. But Elowen didn't take the hint. Instead, she hurried upstairs without my permission, attempting to catch a glimpse of Roy's house from the open rooms' windows. "Oh my! They're undressing in his office!" she exclaimed eagerly. "What?" I gasped, rushing to join her at the window. To my shock and immense embarrassment, Roy appeared at his window at that precise moment. He stared directly at us before swiftly closing the blinds, blocking our view. "Oh, no!" Elowen blurted out, echoing my thoughts exactly. My heart raced, unable to believe that we had been caught spying on him like foolish teenagers. But what was he doing with those women? "They're probably having an orgy," Elowen giggled. "I wouldn't mind being one of those girls. Roy is incredibly attractive." I laughed, but I kept my thoughts to myself. I didn't want to imagine what was happening behind the concealed window of his home office. "Maybe he's a porn artist, or he makes adult films!" Elowen speculated. "What do you think, Juliette?" "I honestly have no idea," I confessed. That night, I slept soundly but had vivid dreams. In one, I found myself dressed like one of those women, passionately entangled with Roy by his poolside. Then, the scene shifted to a church. I stood at the altar in a beautiful wedding dress, looking like a princess, but Roy gazed at me with pity while my ex-fiancé waved goodbye from the entrance. My heart felt heavy as I begged Tate not to leave, but he only grinned maliciously and continued waving. I turned to Roy, but he vanished into thin air, leaving me alone, tears streaming down my face. I woke up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat, my heart pounding. The pain of the past still lingered, haunting my thoughts.
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