9.

KAYLA

The interior of the hotel made me feel inferior. Elegance and wealth were on display just like the people in the reception areas. We got scornful looks as we approached the receptionist. Eyes judging us based on our lack of class.

Though we all had on simple outfits that cost almost our entire pay checks, we still stood out like sore thumbs, but there was no time to ponder on it as Issa pulled me along to the man who had a disdained smile on his lips.

“How may I help you?” He asked, almost with a sneer that didn’t go unnoticed by any of us.

“I told myself I was going to behave else this motherfucker would have ended up with my fist on his already crooked nose,” Diamond muttered, not so quietly drawing chuckles from all of us.

The man’s eyes widened in both alarm and surprise, not expecting such a comeback.

“I’m glad you remember. Please don’t get us kicked out,” Issa whispered harshly back but more quietly, drawing a smirk from Diamond.

“I called earlier to make a reserva