“She’s enjoying this a little too much,” Sabine points out.
“Hey, you watch it with your judgy voice. He’s married to me. He signed up for this shit,” Madelaine quips, causing us all to laugh.
Sabine stands, too, and they both head out of my suite side-by-side. They were a huge help today, and I can’t wait for everything to come to life next week. Finn might not think I can plan my dream wedding in a week, and while I haven’t done it all alone, I’m going to have everything I want.
Finn’s out tending to business, so I shut my phone off and put it on the nightstand. He was able to get the hotel to agree to a week lease here as long as we’re in the suite, so this is our home away from home until the wedding.
He won’t be back for a while and since things haven’t been as crazy lately, he’s said I can do a few things as long as they’re around the hotel. I found out we have a private rooftop pool exclusively for club members, so I bought a sexy little bikini. Maybe I can go up there and relax for a little bit? It would be nice, especially after a stressful day of wedding planning.
Figuring it can’t hurt, I strip out of my clothes and put on the blood-red bikini, slide on some sandals, and head to the elevator. Within a couple minutes, I’m on the roof. There are already towels out here and everything is so lovely. Man, relaxing will be so easy.
I sit back on one of the patio chairs and let the last of the day’s rays hit my skin before I head into the water. It’s maybe an hour or so that I have my eyes closed, simply breathing, relaxing for the first time in so long, and soon enough, I’m falling asleep.
By the time I wake up, it’s pitch black outside and I take a few minutes to compose myself. I stand from the chair and walk on the concrete until I hit the edge of the pool. Then I sit down and stick my legs in. The water is warm, telling me they probably have a heater, so I slide in and pinch my nose as I dip my entire head under the water. The way it moves across my body is so refreshing, and I’m so weightless in here.
Moving my hands in swimming motions, I rise to the surface and wipe my hands over my eyes, then pull my hair out of my face.
“I’ve been looking for you,” a familiar voice states, but I can’t see who it is. I blink my eyes a few times, but water is still in them, so I swim over to the edge to greet this person, but the moment I’m at the side of the pool, I’m shoved underneath.
I scream in shock and, in doing so, inhale a lungful of water. I kick and scream and move my hands. I do everything I can think to rid myself of this person, but I can’t. The pressure suddenly goes away, and I rise to the surface, coughing harder than I ever have in my life. I swim to where I think is the shallow end, but now my eyes are filled with even more water.
Everything is blurry, and I mean everything. The roughness of the concrete below the water hits my feet as, and I continue walking forward, only my entire body is met with pressure now. I go from being able to breathe air, to having something, or rather someone putting all of their body weight on me.
This can’t be it.
This can’t be the way I die.
I kick, scream, and try to fight for my life, but as much as I fight this person, I inhale more water and the coughing grows worse. I push at someone’s body and hope it would be enough for me to get away, but it isn’t. Instead, I only grow weaker and have a hard time staying awake. Soon enough, the darkness is all I see, and here pain doesn’t exist.