I was tossed out of the building by my coworkers, but was lucky enough to keep the three piece suit the hotel had provided me. The pockets were empty, but the suit would soon give me an advantage I hadn’t anticipated. I surveyed more and more people strolling by, heading toward the front entrance of the Markson where the fight was set to begin soon. Suddenly, I noticed a motorcade of black Escalades begin to pull in front of the Markson. I quickly bounced off of the bench and darted across the busy street, getting honked at by several cars whizzing by. I saw what seemed to be dozens of well-dressed gentleman pour out of the Escalades, followed by several women in short sparkling dresses. I made it across the street and continued to watch the passengers exit the four different SUVs. Just when it seemed like the vehicles had completely emptied out, Carlson Fedder stepped out in an expensive polo and sunglasses. He seemed larger than life as the paparazzi’s camera flashes lit him up. His entourage formed a large circle of protection around him as they all headed for the side entrance of the Markson. Without hesitation, I pushed myself up against the back of the entourage circle, my head dipped down behind my collar hiding. My feet scuffed along the granite pavement as I tried to cling on to the entourage chain without being noticed. As I moved in through the entrance with the rest of the group, I noticed one of the security guards that had thrown me out earlier. I continued to hide my face behind my collar and narrowly escaped being recognized by him.
The side entrance led to a private lobby area in front of the boxing arena. Multiple chandeliers swung from the ceiling and a Greek figurine shot out water from its mouth into a fountain. I quickly dipped my hand into the fountain and brushed the water through my hair, giving my messy hair an instant suave makeover. The entourage spread out and filled the lobby with the noise of conversation. I noticed the godlike Carlson strut over to a tall young brunette. He ran his fingers through her hair and I saw a gorgeous white smile spread across her face. I carefully moved to give myself a better angle of this mystery girl. Her face was soon revealed to me and I instantly recognized her from my dreams.
She was model Victoria Selman. I had seen her many times in various beauty and sex magazines. She was considered one of the most beautiful people in the world and Carlson was lucky enough to have tamed her. Her dark brown hair stretched all the way down to her shoulder blades and her light blue eyes lit up the room even from a distance. She wore a silky red dress that flaunted both her long tan legs and cleavage that teased to the point of no return. My eyes ran all the way up from her matching bright red heels to the red rose decorating her hair. I had never seen anything or anyone more beautiful in my life.
The smile from Victoria’s face faded and she pushed Carlson’s hand away from her hair. The discussion they were having was inaudible, but seemed to have turned sour. Victoria’s face turned red with anger and she slapped Carlson right across the face. The bodyguards from Carlson’s entourage bolted over to where they were standing to aid him, but Victoria had already stormed away from Carlson. Carlson smiled, rubbing his palm over his freshly slapped face. Carlson lifted up his right hand and waved his middle finger at the exiting Victoria. Victoria left the lobby out of another side entrance. My gut instinct was to follow her and I did.
“Excuse me, Miss?” I asked.
Victoria was turned away from me, but I could see her try to rub tears off her face. I approached her from behind and lightly touched her bare shoulder.
“Hey, are you o.k.?” I asked.
She turned towards me and we locked eyes. Her eyes were even more spectacular from up close.
“Um, yes thank you,” she replied.
I wiped my knuckle over her soft wet cheek to scoop up her tears.
“You know, I’m sure you get this all the time, but you are the most stunningly gorgeous person,” I confessed.
I was rewarded with another sweet smile and an enchanting giggle.
“I do get that sometimes, but it’s still very sweet of you to say,” she gleefully answered.
“So what exactly happened in there? Are you really alright?” I asked.
“Oh, it’s not your problem. Don’t worry about it,” she reasoned.
“Well, it may not be my problem, but I do have a problem with seeing the most beautiful girl in the world upset. I can’t stand it. No one should ever bring a tear or a frown to that face. It should be a crime,” I said.
“You really are sweet. Would you like to come with me?” she asked.
“I would go anywhere with you. Yes, of course.” I quickly answered.
“Come with me then,” she whispered in my ear.
She grabbed my hand and led me around to the front entrance of the hotel. This time the security guard that threw me out earlier saw me.
“Hey asshole! I thought I told you to never come back here!” the security guard belted at me.
The security guard sprung at me, but was halted by Victoria.
“Hey! He’s with me!” Victoria snapped.
The security guard instantly recognized Victoria and backed off.