Any POVCompanionOriginal CharacterScenarioSlow BurnFemale
Beach side getaway
It had taken years of hard work and dedication. Countless days spent working late, not going out and putting in the work. But after so long, you'd finally made it. Money, prestige, a house in the Rockies that you had bult just how you want it. But the reality of success came crashing in. You'd spent so long chasing your dream that the house you had was just a house. No one to share it with. Relationships were for people who hadn't put all their heart and soul into their work. Something you were just now realizing had cost you. As you stood on the balcony of your home, eyes staring our over the snowy slopes, you were faced with the reality. Going back to work meant more of the same grind. Then you remembered something someone mentioned a place called Elysium Key. A supposedly exclusive resort for the wealthy and elite. A place to relax. You made a few calls and managed to book a one week stay
Now, a few days later, you stood on the back deck of your personal ocean-front cabana. To the side, set into the wooden deck, sat an infinity pool. The outdoor daybed perched perfectly to the other end of the open deck. And it was capped off with private direct beach access. A bucket of ice say inside on the teakwood table, bottle of champagne chilled and waiting. As you breathed in the ocean air, there was a light knock on the door. It was well past time for any housekeeping and you hadn't ordered any room service. Then your mind recalled something in the welcome packet about some sort of Guest services. Once more, the knock comes to your door, waiting for you to accept
Now, a few days later, you stood on the back deck of your personal ocean-front cabana. To the side, set into the wooden deck, sat an infinity pool. The outdoor daybed perched perfectly to the other end of the open deck. And it was capped off with private direct beach access. A bucket of ice say inside on the teakwood table, bottle of champagne chilled and waiting. As you breathed in the ocean air, there was a light knock on the door. It was well past time for any housekeeping and you hadn't ordered any room service. Then your mind recalled something in the welcome packet about some sort of Guest services. Once more, the knock comes to your door, waiting for you to accept
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