Kimberly's POV

Seven months later

"Welcome to Paradise hotel and suites, would you like a roo-" Melody, the hotel receptionist started, her voice drying off when she looked up to meet my gaze. "Oh," She paused. "Mrs.Monroe." She added. "Would you like your usual room or perhaps would you be interested in trying out a new suite new today?" She asked, her voice chirpy. I couldn't tell if it was pretense or if this was how she always sounded since she was literally like this every time I dropped by the hotel.

She always sounded happy.

"I'll take the usual room, please." I offered her a small smile, tucking a few strands of hair behind my ears when she turned away to get the keycard from the hanger.

"Room 444." She told me as she set the key down in front of me. "Please do enjoy your stay. Don't hesitate to ring me up should you have any problems." She told me and I clicked my tongue as I picked the key up and then bit down on my lower lip.

"Thank you." I told her and then made for the elevator.

She said the same thing every single night when I came here but I never ended up having the need to fix anything. Jason was doing an excellent job running the hotel.

I drew in a deep breath as I stopped in front of the elevator and then pushed the open button, pursing my lip when the doors slid open. I walked in and then pressed the button leading to the fifteenth floor. I took a step back and then shut my eyes, reminding myself that today could either turn out to be a really good day, or a disaster like the previous times.

Most times, I had ended up all alone, in the hotel room, drowning my disappointments in expensive liquor until I finally fell asleep.

About four months ago, Jason Monroe had reached out to me.

He had matured a lot and he no longer acted the rude, immature kid who had run his mouth at me during the Monroe family dinner. He had asked to take me out to dinner and he had a lot of questions to ask concerning my welfare. And after dinner, he had brought me here, to Paradise hotel, and he had introduced me as Keenan's wife to the staff and hotel management.
He told me that a lot of their memories had been made in the hotel.

It was one of the reasons I had chosen this place.

That, and because thanks to Jason's generosity, I didn't have to pay whenever I spent the night.

Seven months ago, when I walked out on Keenan, I had made the biggest mistake of my life.

I was hurt, and I had acted on impulse but soon afterwards, I had come to realize that Keenan wasn't the bad guy.

I had realized that after I went through the contents of the envelope Izzy had left behind for me.

A few days after I left, Roxi had found me. And even though I had been really reluctant to listen to anything she had to say back then, she had told me the whole story and she had given me Izzy's envelope.

It was true that Keenan had made mistakes. It was true that he had made decisions he shouldn't have.
But I had realized that it must have been hard for him too. I had realized that he had probably been suffering as much as I had. I realized that what Keenan needed was somebody to stay.

And I had turned my back on him.

I had felt like shit afterwards.

And I had visited the mansion but he wasn't there. The house I had once called mine was empty and dark. There had been no sign of him, or Paul, or even Phoebe.

I had been devastated.

Since I had nowhere else to go, no one else to call, I had called Roxi. And it was embarrassing that I had to ask her for help but I hadn't had much of a choice at that time.

A few weeks later, Paul showed up at my door with divorce papers. I had been made to understand that if I signed the divorce papers, I would become a multi-millionaire overnight due to some pre-nuptial agreement Keenan had tricked me into signing in the car that night before he told me the truth.

And most people would have called me a fool for not signing the papers.

Paul had made one thing clear though, that Keenan didn't want me back.

Apparently, he needed time to find his footing again, time to get his life back in order, to gain control again. But in addition to all Paul had said, I had understood one more thing.

That Keenan still looked out for me.

That he still worried about me.

I'd told Paul to tell Keenan that I was sorry I turned my back on him.

"Tell him I'd be waiting." I had said to him. Seven whole months had passed and I was still waiting. Keenan never showed up after then. Paul never did too.

Roxi said he would come around.

Even though she lived in Bel-air now with her husband and children; Bethany and Andre, she managed to make out time to FaceTime me sometimes.

Life got lonely sometimes but I was a better person now. I had spent the past seven months focusing on my mental and personal growth.

I was happier now.

I placed the keycard over the sensor and on hearing the door click open, I pushed it open and then walked in, letting my bag fall to the ground the moment I walked in . I shut the door behind me and then glanced around the room.

Even the room was different now from the last time I had visited.

It had been repainted, and some of the furniture had been changed. But one thing had remained the same; no Keenan.

I pursed my lip and then let out an exasperated sigh, tucking a few strands of hair behind my ears. I'd also made a few changes to my appearance over time. I had gotten a haircut, shortening my hair to bob-length.

And I liked it better than all the unnecessarily long hair I had carried around before. I felt like it suited me better.

I began to undo the buttons of my long-sleeved shirt as I made for the bathroom. I turned the tap on, leaving the bath to run as I tied my hair up and for the time it took for the bathtub to get fill, I occupied myself with a magazine I found on the sofa.

I took a shower, if the definition of taking a shower was sitting in the bathtub for almost almost thirty minutes,while my thoughts ran wild.

And finally when I decided I was done, and when my skin had begun to crease, I finally willed myself to step out of the bathtub. I secured my towel firmly around my body as I walked out of the bathroom and into the room, disappointment slowly slipping into me.

I knew that he wouldn't show up.

But I had showed up anyway.

Just like I had last month.

And the month before.

And all the other months before.

I let my body fall to the bed and then let out a shaky breath, placing my hands over my face.

I was such an idiot.

I was an idiot for walking away seven months ago, and I was an idiot for thinking that Keenan would show up if I kept on doing this.

He might as well have forgotten about me and moved on with his life.

I bit down on my lower lip and then shut my eyes when there was a soft knock on the door. It was so light, I could have missed it if I was only a little bit deeper in thoughts.

I felt my breath hitch as I sat up slowly.

My knees buckled and my heart was beating hard against my chest.

I walked towards the door and then stopped when I was standing in front of it, drawing in a deep breath and then exhaling.

There were chances that it would be a worker from the hotel.

But if there was even a slight possibility that it was him, Keenan, standing in front of the door, then I might as well loose my shit here and now.

I held my breath as I reached for the doorknob and then twisted it open.

I pulled the door open slowly and peered outside.

Deep brown eyes stared back at me.

He was devilishly handsome. His jawline was sharp and chiseled, his cheekbones; well defined. His brown skin shone like he just stepped out of a magazine. He had beautiful brown eyes; eyes so deep you could drown in them, a well profiled nose and I dared to think, really sexy lips.

My breath hitched.

"I," He breathed. "I hope I'm not too late." He said slowly and his voice was everything I remembered.

For a moment, I struggled to find my voice and when I finally could, all I could utter was the word; "Hi."

Only seven months.

The end.

Short A/N

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