All Chapters of Cold: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Humming a tune known to nobody but herself, yes she was that kind of girl, she focused on the job at hand. Mopping and scrubbing floors had never been her cup of tea growing up. However, she was helpless in the face of destiny, just like we all are.  There she was at one of the world's most renowned Hotel; La Vida, down on her knees, scrubbing the tiled floors of the bathroom suite belon

Something about the baritone voice shook her in a way that she could not pinpoint. For the first time in her life her heart thumped so hard against her chest just as chills trickled down her spine down to her toes. The feeling was very foreign and completely unexpected.  And in that moment she found herself thinking that being caught red-handed was not such a great feeling after all. And

"Natie!" Anelia called out to her sister, who was in her bedroom. She moved about the kitchen, as she finished up preparing their supper.   The kitchen was a rather small space that consisted of, well just the basics. If you could call it that. A four-plate stove stood by one corner, just behind the door which led to the dining room. 

Anelia stood at the far end of the conference room and paid attention to what their manager was saying. Mr Furler was currently stood on the small stage on the other end of the room, a mic in his right hand. His voice boomed in the room, as he addressed the entire hoard of staff about an important matter.  "Now, I know it's completely short notice but there's so much one can do when grac

With the soft rhythmic music playing on the radio, Anelia rubbed the lavender flavored soap onto her head. She massaged her hair while humming along to the soft tune of a Bruno Mars song playing on the stereo.  Mrs Hally had swatted away her concerns, convincing her to take a bath in the guest room. She had once again overruled her decision to get back to work. The woman could not really

"Go on to the guest bedroom, Dexter. You'll find yourself a change of clothes in there. I won't have you looking like you're in a meeting in my house," his grandmother ground out as soon as she saw his dress-code.  He scanned his pristine white shirt and the tailored black pants he had on and frowned. What did having breakfast with her have anything to do with his attire?

Mrs Hally lifted the small cup in her hand and sipped her tea. She smiled at the prospect of her plan actually working out. Her plan was not fair per se but she was done playing fair where those stubborn grandsons of hers were concerned.  If it meant having Dexter come to her suite under the pretence of having tea, in order to meet Anelia, then so be it.

Anelia had managed to talk another girl into swapping their tasks for the day. She was aware that she could possibly lose her job for neglecting her actual task, which was cleaning the penthouse, but the memory of what had taken place between that man and her was still fresh in her mind.  She couldn't risk meeting him again. At least not today because she knew that she couldn't keep on s

"Hey, hey," Emma placed her hands on her friend's upper arms and shook her gently. She was quite frankly concerned about her. Anelia was worried about her job and even more, actually keeping it and that could only prove to her that something had happened at La Vida. She just didn't know what and that said a lot. Usually, she was always up to speed with occurrences that unfolded at the Hotel, minor or not. Call her a gossip monger and all but it was a fine truth. She had a talent of staying informed with many ordeals at the Hotel but that wa

Fridays were Anelia's sworn power day. She would wake up a tad bit earlier than needed, prepare breakfast as well Natalie's lunch, packing it for her and taking a shower long before her time to head on to work was overdue. It was a day unlike any other.  She would almost always religiously wake up livelier than a person subjected to a cold shower on a cold winter and normally, her spirits would be uplifted at the mere prospect of staying at home on the coming weekend. At the prospect of indulging herself in cheap junk and a steamy nove