Twin Tormentors By RARE

Chapter 22

LEIGH-ARI

The anticipation of what waited for me in First Class cabin was suffocating, and as soon as I stepped into the First Class Terminal, my whole changed! It was as if I had stepped into a whole new different world and it’s crazy how the adventure started right even before I boarded the plane. My poor self always thought First Class is on in the cabin.

I walked to the check-in where I quickly dealt with the process and even before I could turn to leave, a neat poised gentleman with a khaki pilot suit and white fabric gloves was waiting for me patiently and stoically. He ushered me to walk and that’s what I did, he walked in well-manicured and practices steps in front of me, leading us to the doors which revealed a giant airport lounge as soon as he opened them. Now this wasn’t just an ordinary airport lounge.

This lounge was astoundingly smashing! There were comfortable luxurious loungers and chairs, as well a sa huge ass large spread of gourmet food waiting to be devoured. The space between chairs and loungers gave one the benefit of utmost privacy and I couldn’t help but fall head over heels. Since I was flying Emirates, the décor was a mixture of deep shade of maroon, mosaic khaki and white. The tiles, ceramic counters and tables gave a classic view of luxury, art, and opulence.

The gentleman politely called me out and that’s when I realized I had frozen by the door for quite some time now. I picked my jaw from somewhere on the floor and followed him closely. Looking around the lounge made me feel slightly underdressed but I didn’t want to show it. Although I didn’t buy this situation, I was going to own it.

With that, I held my chin up, puffed my chest and then added an extra sway of my hips in my walk. Yahp! That’s what first-class does to you.

I sat down near the giant windows and instantly got succumbed in the picturesque scenery in front of me. Awe and admiration filled me when I watched steel-birds marring the outside of the windows. There were small, big, average sized planes with different colors and brands; some held high the flags of their respective countries, proudly screaming to the world the pride they took in serving their country.

I have seen planes before, many aircrafts and had admired them. But seeing them from this height was something foreign to me and I just couldn’t help but smile with pure bliss. The respect I held for those who monitored the planes, those who created the steel-birds, those who flew them up above the milky clouds

skyrocketed. I was in pure awe.

Minutes ticked by and I settled with some refreshments to kill time. My flight was in a few minutes but things looked different here so I decided to bite my tongue and sit down. I took a sip of my hot chocolate and continued my intense stare outside the window.

Right on the clock, the same gentleman who brought me in here approached me and gave me a gentle smile;

“It is time to board the plane!” He announced and waited for me to gather my paraphernalia and once again, ushered me out the door. We walked until we left the airport building and arrived in an exclusive parking where a shiny black Porsche was waiting. The chauffer opened the door and I slid in. my weird ass stopped myself from grinning like an idiot.

The Porsche whooshed pleasantly and comfortably to the craft which was waiting and I took yet another exclusive private door into the pale. The interior was exactly how I imagined it to be. Insanely beautiful.

Like the lounge, the décor was the same shades of hue and it was really beautiful. There were 8 small cubicles which I assumed were the seats. And it turned out just like I had thought. The stewardess

opened my cubicle and ushered me in. I wasted no time reclining into a comfortable seat and just died a little.

The rest of the journey was spent lazily in the deluxe surrounding, enjoying the snacks, mouth-watering food, the delicious wines and the world’s class service!

Soon, we landed in Istanbul and it was a little after 6pm. I planned on getting the cab to the designated hotel where we were going to sleep with the rest of the crew and hoped that they were already there. Life however had different plans, Right outside the exit stood a man in a black suit carrying a board with my name engraved with bold letters on it. Although it was very strange and a little unexpected, I was thankful that I wasn’t going to wait for the cab, especially at the place I wasn’t familiar with.

I walked to the man and introduced myself as Dr. Leigh-Ari Montreal. We exchanged some greetings and h e offered to carry my luggage for me and that I did not refute. No one denies a gentleman. We walked to a black Mercedes Benz W206 and I couldn’t believe my lucky star. The universe seemed to be playing a weird prank on me but I fuckin’ loved it. First class cabin, Porsche ride and now the newest Mercedes? Wow! Just wow.

The gentleman opened the door for me and got in to the driver’s seat. The ride to the hotel was short and soon, we were inside the grand hotel that breathed money and deluxe.

I explained to the receptionist that I was here with some doctors who may have arrived earlier before me. She was happy to accommodate me and gave me my keys. The maître d arrived on the clock and escorted me to the elevator. We rode it in comfortable silence and stopped 18 floors up, then walked down a small hallway and stopped in front of a black door. I tapped the card key on the small scanner and the door gave out a soft clink. I pushed it open and stopped dead in my tracks!

“Ahhhhhm, I think there is a bit of a confusion in regard to my stay here.” I called out to the maître d with furrowed brows.

“Pardon me madam but there really is no confusion. This is your room and you will be staying here until the end of your workshop.” He explained briefly but didn’t help anything.

“This is a penthouse!” I pointed out with my thumb, gesturing the already jaw-dropping room.

“Yes madam.”

“And the hospital didn’t book the penthouse for me.”

“Yes madam but we were given strict orders to give you this room.” What? By who?

“By who?” I asked, confusion settling in harder. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

“By me!” The deep heavy accented voice called out from the inside and I turned to find none, but Lorenzo Neighbor Dearest Cattanio in his majestic mighty glory. He was wearing a navy blue suit, no tie and the first two buttons undone. It took me a second to realize I had been shocked to mute.

“I can take it from here sir. Thank you.” He addressed the maître d who made a small bow and the turned t o leave.

“Cat caught your tongue?” The sinfully hot creature in front of me intoned arching a brow, his sharp jaw ticking slightly

“You!” Was all I managed to squeak.

“Me? What about me?” He asked with a glimmer in his voice.

“What are you doing here and what the hell is all this about?” There was no way this was happening. I could have sworn I left him in his apartment in Cyprus. So it had to be some voo-doo shit that he was standing here in front of me. In Turkey to be exact!

“I am the sponsor of the workshop and the investor in the project. I donated the shitload of money to your hospital and the management thought it would be a good idea to grace you with my glorious presence.” The narcissist replied moving his big arms around.

“Well that’s insane!” Indeed it was!