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Je Vous Aime (I love you).....Part 3

Uncle Leonard and Aunt Helena drove us there, with myself sandwiched between Marcus and Gabrielle in the back seat. I suddenly felt very awkward. Maybe I shouldn't do this. I have to spend an entire week with them. They might get sick of me.

One hour later and Aunt Helena was crying outside of the airport.

Me: It's only a week, Aunt Helena. I promise to call every night.
Helena: Okay, love. Marc, take care of my girls.
Marcus: Will do, Mrs. C.

We all kissed goodbye and Marcus, Gabby and I boarded the plane. Thankfully I was placed next to an old woman instead of being sandwiched in between those two love birds. I had window seat for the next 10 hours. I leaned to the side and spotted Gab and Marcus smiling my way from the other end of the plane. I smiled and turned back around into my seat.
I slept most of the ride and decided to watch some TV as well. When we arrived in California, it was bright and sunny. I had horrible jet lag and I barely stumbled out of the plane. I didn't understand how Marcus and Gabrielle managed to stay so fresh faced and happy.

Gabrielle: Hey! Long time no see. Enjoy the ride? 
Me: (Grumble)....Tired.
Gabrielle: (Laughs) Aww let's get to the hotel.

We got into a waiting taxi and arrived at the fancy, posh hotel, Hyatt. It looked like the place kings live at. A palace.

Me: (Gasp) It's beautiful.
Marcus: I know right? Cheap too.
Me: (Raises an eyebrow and shakes my head)

We walk into the lobby and I continue to look around, dazed. I didn't realise Marucs was talking to me.

Me: Sorry, what?
Gabrielle: (Waves a hand in front of my face) Hello? Wakey wakey, Cam.
Marcus: I was just saying that you have your own room in the floor above us. It's on the top floor, next door to the penthouse.
Me: Wow, thanks Marcus.

Marcus smiles and turns to the hotel receptionist.

Marcus: Bonjour mon nom est Marcus...
Receptionist: I apologise, I don't speak French.
Marcus: Ah oui oui! I'm sorry. I'm from Paris. Hahaha.
Receptionist: Oh hahaha. Marcus Bloomingwood?
Marcus: Correct.
Receptionist: That's three people....Comes to a total of $5000. 
Me: (Gasp!)
Receptionist: (Laughs) You two are Floor 56. Room 200. (Hands him the keys and faces me) You're Floor 57. Room 59.
Me: Thankyou.

Gabrielle and Marcus head to their room and I wave goodbye.

Gabrielle: Have fun! See you at 7 for tea.
Me: Bye.

They close the door and I attempt to pick up my bags. Damn they're heavy. I smile at the good-looking employee that notices me and walks over. He extends a hand and smiles.

?: Excuse me, miss. May I help you?
Me: Why thankyou....(reads his name tag) Christopher.
Chris: You're welcome, ma'am.

He takes the bags and walks me to the elevator. We enter and I gaze curiously at the many numbers. Chris presses the numbers like he knows them off by heart.

Me: So Chris, how long have you been working here?
Chris: For two years now. My father owns this place. When I turn 35, i'll become part owner.
Me: Wow, that's something. Do you (blush) have a special someone to share it with?
Chris: (Smiles to himself) Nope. I just haven't found the "one" yet.

I blushed again and the elevator opened to almost hundreds of people outside my room.

Me: What the....?

To be Continued....
(Hope it's making some sense so far! I promise it will get better in the next few parts. Thankyouuu!)

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