Matched for Life - Book #1 (Completed on Ream)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Stepping out of the transporter, I gasp at the tall building in front of me. The Clear Water Hotel. Six-nine story's high. Each Match gets their own floor. Why they need a whole damn level is beyond my comprehension. 

Our town my be small, but in no means did we have outdated buildings. This behemoth of a building was build for one reason and one reason only, the night Matches arrive and claim their Pet.

I feel the sweat on the back of my neck roll down my back. Being in my swimsuit, I feel completely naked standing here with these four body guards.

Why didn't I grab my shirt? Well that's easy, you were scared shitless to even think about grabbing clothing to cover up your tiny swimsuit. It covered my goods, but still, a two pieces was a two piece. String and all.

Marching through the front door, I try to keep my head down and watch where I'm walking. We head into an elevator near the front entrance. No one speaks to us and the people waiting at the elevator door step away and let us take it all by our quiet selves.

My lip starts to throb as I bite down on it with pressure the closer we get to the top floor. At least that's where I believe we are going as the front guy had to swipe his wrist across the panel on the wall. 

I've heard of the implants in the wrist. They are coded chips placed into your blood stream while in the womb. As you grow they multiply. Once you meet your Match, he or she will upgrade them with a bit of his blood. Being a Pet your body will only be allowed to rooms, which he or she deems fit. Like the bedroom.  

Once we reach level twenty-five the door slides open and I'm ushered out into a halway. Which might I add leads to one door and one door only.

No escaping now. 

The guards stop in front of the door and once more the front guy swipes his wrist over the panel in the wall and within a few seconds the red light on the door clicks green.

As he brings his hand out to usher me inside, I realize I won't be able to leave this room unless one of the guards or my Match lets me out. Prisoner already. This isn't looking to good on my end. 

Chrissy, take a deep breath. You can do this. You can face your Match and tell him to shove his marraige proposal so far up his ass that it will...

"Miss. Smith if you wouldn't mind sitting down on the couch, they will be with you in a moment," the same guard speaks sharply. He gave no notice to see if I had followed his direction as he walks out of the room and through a door. The remaining three follow soon there after.

"They?" I whisper to myself. Who are these they, he is talking about? I thought I was to meet my Match? If not him, then who?

Not wanting to infuriate anymore royal guards, or a Royal Match for that matter, I head on over to the couch and plop down. My body instantly sinking into the plush navy blue cushions.

Many things may have changed over the decades, but they mainly got upgrades. Like television for example. The TV's are no longer placed on a stand or stuck to the wall. Oh no that would be far to medieval. Now days, you sit at one end of the room while the three walls facing you are the actual TV. There is no button to turn it on or off. It searches your mind to know what you want to watch and pulls it up. Pretty nifty if I do say so myself. 

We have 21D to this day, but it isn't like what our ancestors used to watch. If the bomb blows up, you are kissed with warm around you. If it's pouring down rain, you smell the fragrance of the newly wet dirt, or cement. Or if by chance there is a car chase? Your seat moves with the vehicle. The people are literally standing in front of you. As if it was on a stage.