He scrambled towards the bathroom door, trying to maintain the so little posture that he has, while picking up his clothes on the way. Louis didn't even give himself time to breathe by the time he reached the bathroom sink. Leaning over, along with dropping his alcohol-scented-clothes onto the floor, He huffed and puffed, sweating profusely, as if he just came back from running a marathon. Hangovers on this degree, take large tolls on him, both mentally and physically.
He clenched onto the sides of the sink as he tried so desperately to catch his breath. This is a sign. A sign that he’s……..believe it or not……..physically out of shape. This thought loomed over him, putting him in even more of a bad mood. Yea, he's ripped with almost-an-8-pack protruding along his abdomen, having a muscular chest, thighs, and arms too, But it doesn't change the fact that he’s struggled to walk a couple of feet just because he's dealing with the backlash of yesterday. As he tried to catch his breath, he took a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. After having that shit show, he glanced at himself in the mirror, quickly looking away. This happens every time, where he's too ashamed of looking at himself in the mirror. Whatever the case may-be, he still needed to get the fuck out of there and quick. Like a flash, he managed to get dressed without losing his balance.
After buttoning up his shirt, he wet his hands and slicked his hair back. He noticed a cup that lay next to the sink, that contained the following;
-A toothbrush
-Another toothbrush
-And whitening toothpaste
Fuck, not even the minty kind.
Both the toothbrushes were unwrapped and looked used, as if the bedroom maids, or how ever you call them, did not change them out. Louis wasn't going to take any chances but He easily could've called room service to get him a new one, but that would've took too long and his patience was running thin. ‘Fuck it’ he declared mentally, as he grabbed the tube of toothpaste and squeezed it over his finger. His eyebrows creased, having a look of displeasure on his face. He hated the circumstances he was in, but had to put his pride aside as he began ‘finger brushing’ his teeth and tongue: one thing is for sure though, he's taking this to his grave.
Shortly after, a lingering disgusting scent, hovered under his nostrils, immediately causing him to gag. “What the fuck is that smell?” he hissed, as he grabbed his shirt and took a deep whiff, his face immediately turned sour. He opened one of the cabinets, scavenging for any items of perfume or cologne. He gasped, as he managed to find one at the very top. Louis felt as if he had been saved, tears streaming down his cheeks as he slowly turned it over to read the label. It was a holy grail moment, a light beamed onto the bottle as white doves scattered behind the light, and a song from the heavens started playing.
He opened the cap, and sprayed it onto his clothed body, not missing a single area. He closed the bottle and put it back where it lay, as he was humming to himself. Then, another smell smacked him in the face, that perfume smelled like grandma farts. He clenched his fists in anger, as he slowly made his way to the door, while ripping his keys and wallet off of the counter-top.
Today was not his day, even though he was feeling a little better, these minor inconveniences made his blood boil and steam shoot out of his ears, making him fume even more.
‘ But so be it.’ he thought, this would have to do for now. Before leaving, he made sure he wasn't leaving anything, besides his pride. He walked over to the counter-top, leaving a hefty amount of cash and the room key, hoping that this unknown woman, pays the motel, instead of pocketing the cash.
Before leaving, Louis peeked his head into the room, glancing around once more, taking in the faint smell of cigarettes, yesterdays sex, and Japanese cherry blossoms. He sighed, turning around and walking out the door, down into the hallway.
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Louis speed walked down into the valet area, immediately requesting his car for pickup the moment he arrived. He didn't have time to take in the details this motel offered, but in Louis’ book of standards, this place was mediocre either way.
Not even five minutes have passed, but Louis’ patience was running hairline thin. I guess you could say this is a bad habit of his. He didn't care anyway. He crossed his arms and began to tap his bicep with his fingers, and bounce his leg, as he anxiously awaited for his car.
“FINALLY” he groaned loudly as his Mercedes-Benz Maybach Exelero, in black, pulled up into the front of the hotel. Louis angrily made his way to his car, tearing the door away from the valet driver, while giving him a scornful look as if telling him the get the fuck out. And so the valet driver did.
Louis was interrupted by the valet driver.
Louis was practically a ticking time bomb, who was about to explode any minute from now.
As the man tapped on Louis' shoulder once more, causing him to pause and slowly turn his head, giving the valet driver the look of death.
“What do you want?” Louis shouted furiously, it suddenly went quiet, as he caught everyone else's attention that was within the area. “ I said, what the FUCK do you want???” Louis impatiently demanded an answer.
“I-I w-w-w-was gonna a-ask for some t-tip sir.” the valet driver stated nervously. “This is what you bother me for? Do YOU KNOW who I am???” yep, Louis just pulled that card, and his disgustingly snobby attitude was making an appearance. Louis knows very well that he shouldn't be acting this way, especially since he's the president and face of a multi-billion dollar beauty company. But, he couldn't help it. He felt so frustrated and diluted, that he ended up taking it out on an innocent valet driver guy, who is simply just doing his job.
“Y-yes sir. Wait n-no I actually don't know who you are, but a tip w-would be greatly appreciated.” you can tell this man was intimidated and frightened, waiting anxiously for Louis’ answer.
“You want fucking money? I'll give you some fucking money.” louis growled as he snatched his wallet from his pocket, opening it up and grabbing a couple hundred dollar bills. “ I hope you’re fucking happy.” He threw the money at the guy, and hopped in his car, hurriedly driving off. He glanced into his rear-view mirror, seeing the guy defeatedly pick up the money.
Louis sighed as he slowly came to a red light, placing his head onto the steering wheel. Felt horrible and he knew better than to treat anyone like shit, but he decided not to second guess it and just move on from this experience.
A few streets down, he pulled over into the nearest parking lot. Louis put his phone to charge and waited a couple of minutes for it to turn back on again. Once that happened, his phone would not stop buzzing from all the missed calls and messages he was receiving all at once. Some messages or missed calls being from random guys or girls he's hooked up with in the past, others from his secretary or ‘boss’. “Oh fuck!’ he exclaimed as he immediately clicked callback.
The phone rang for a few seconds, but shortly after, it would send him straight to voicemail. “Fuck!!” he yelled as he punched his steering wheel and kicked his legs. He decided to call a couple more times, still, no answer.
After awhile of frustratedly raging at anything and everything, he pulled up his gps to head home. He desperately needed a shower and a change of clothes, and so, he pulled out of the parking lot and made his way to his home.
On the way there, he got an incoming call from the boss. Hesitantly, he answered.
“Goodmorning, mom.” louis cleared his throat as he began to mentally prepare himself. “Is there something wrong?” he questioned, but received nothing but silence. “Hello?” he stated loudly before his mom answered in a loud and booming voice.
“Louis Leonard Aabis, you don't understand how upset I am with you! Come to the office this instant!” clearly, she was upset, and she added on, “ I don't understand how a fully grown man like you could be so childish!!! I should've listened to your grandmother and disciplined you! You’re always acting so spoiled and i'm tired of it!!!!” Her screaming caused an obnoxious ringing in his ear.
“OKAY MOM, geez. Is this what you're calling me for???? To bitch, moan, and groan????” he growled.
“No! I called you for other important matters that we must discuss, in person. Regardless, I can still bitch, moan, and groan, because I am YOUR MOTHER. Come to the office immediately. NO EXCUSES.”
“But mom! I have to get re-” in the middle of louis speaking, she abruptly hung up the phone.
Whether louis shows up late or not, it would still be the same outcome. So he made the choice to go home.
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