Chapter 13: Natalie's regret

~~~The previous night~~~

In a club a few meters from the hotel, Natalie Romano was sitting on a sofa with a half bottle of expensive whiskey in front of her. She reached for the bottle and poured herself another glass and gulped it down.

“Damn you! Alfonso!” She exclaimed in a drunken voice, "Am I not pretty?!” She poured herself another glass and gulped it down.

Natalie has been obsessed with Alfonso since childhood, but the arrogant bastard never spared her even a glance. She used to do all stupid stuff, even putting her life in danger, just to have him come to her rescue. However, recently she found out from one of the guards she paid to report all of Alfonso's daily activities to her that Alfonso was seeing someone again after the previous one.

She got pictures of them being intimate. But yesterday, she found out he proposed to the girl. She had wanted to find that bitch and kill her. But she didn't want Alfonso to hate her. Unable to take more of the pain, she escaped from home, and here she was. She wants to lose herself and her innocence; maybe that's why Alfonso doesn't like her because she is a freaking virgin.

Natalie stood to her feet, intending to go to the dance floor where she could fish a handsome man. However, she was hit with a wave of dizziness; before she could fall, two strong arms caught her, studying her.

“You alright, Miss?” Natalie smiled, holding the man's gaze as she thought inwardly, ‘He will do,’ and said

“Thank you; I think I took a little too much of that.” Lucas smiled and replied.

“I can tell, do you need me to help you out of here?”

“Yeah, but I can't go home looking like this, my grandfather; he's a handful.” Natalie said.

“Okay, then what if you stay in my suite, upstairs?” Natalie nodded, somehow nervous. Did she have to do this? She has been keeping her innocence for Alfonso; now she was going to give it to a total stranger. Natalie thought, burying her face in Lucas' chest when he carried her in his arms.

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Lucas lowered Natalie on the bed and took her heels off her feet. However, his fingers began to trace up the woman's legs, disappearing under her skirt. Natalie arched her back when Lucas' finger rubbed her clit through her panties. In a swift move, Lucas ripped her panties, thrusting a finger into her.

“Ahhh,” Natalie moaned from the pain of being penetrated the first time.

“You're a virgin?” Lucas asked surprised, and she nodded. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

“No, please. I want you to fuck me,” Natalie said drunkenly. Lucas looked at her face for a few seconds and nodded.

“You would love every bit of how I fuck you.” Natalie nodded in anticipation. Lucas reached for her skirt buttons, opened them, and pulled down the skirt, leaving her in red lace panties. He made her sit up and pull off her blouse, reaching behind her and unclasping her red lace bra.

Taking off the bra, he latched his mouth around her nipple and began sucking her; he would lick, suck, and bite.

Natalie grabbed his head, her fingers intertwining in his hair, and her back arched from the pleasure she was feeling. Lucas switched to her other breast, sucking and licking, leaving bite marks, while kneading her ass. He pushed her on the bed, hovering over her; he unbuckled his belt, taking out his hard dick. He spread her legs and began rubbing her clit with the head of his cock, making it penetrate her tight entrance and start rubbing her clit again.

He repeated his actions, and when Natalie least expected, he penetrated her.

“Ahhh," Natalie cried, tears falling down her face as the reality of her action settled heavy on her like a dark cloud. ‘What has she done?’ Tears of regret started to fall down her face as Lucas started to move inside her. She lay there, allowing Lucas to finish; she was no longer enjoying it; all she felt was pain with every thrust. ‘Alfonso, I'm sorry.’

Lucas, on the other hand, was oblivious to Natalie's emotion as he kept thrusting into her; he threw his head back as he felt his release approaching. He grabbed her hips and angled her as he pounded into her; after a few ruthless thrusts, he cummed filling her up. He dropped onto Natalie, breathing hard as he recovered from his orgasm.

“Did you enjoy it?” he asked, and Natalie nodded with a small smile. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her to him and said, “I'm glad you did. Now let's get you a soothing bath.”

“No! I mean, I'm sleepy; I want to sleep.” Natalie said, and Lucas nodded.

~~~ The next morning ~~~

Inside the dimly lit CCTV monitoring control room, Alfonso, who had his eyes on the entrance of the suite where his boss and Reina had spent the night, phone lying on the desk rang with a notification.

With a furrowed brow, he reached for the device, swiping his finger across the screen to check the notification. However, when the image loaded, his heart skipped. There was his Natalie, the woman who always made his day with her bright and carefree smile, but what made his breath hitch was the sight of her in another man's arm as they entered a room together. The pain of betrayal struck him like a lightning bolt, igniting a surge of anger within him.

Without a second thought, he dialed the number, his fingers trembling slightly. “Where is she?” He asked, his voice laced with frustration when the call connected; he couldn't contain the urgency in his voice. “When did you take it?!” he demanded, the words tumbling out more like a plea than a question.

“Last night,” the person on the other end said.

“Has she come out?” Alfonso asked.

“No, boss,” the person on the other end answered.

“Send her home when she comes out.” Alfonso instructed, and the person on the other end replied with

“Copy that boss.” Alfonso looked at the picture once again, but this time his eyes shot red were on the man holding Natalie. He was going to kill that bastard for touching what was his.

He looked up at the screens only to see people with cameras entering the room his boss was in. “Fuck!” Alfonso cursed. “How the hell did reporters gain access to the hotel?” The reason why their hotel was ranked as a top hotel is because of their interest in providing their clients with top privacy.

He reached the men in the lobby and instructed them to escort all the reporters to the conference room and take away their cameras.

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“No, it's unlawful to take our cameras.” One of the reporters protested angrily. At the man’s words, the remaining reporters began to support him by protesting angrily.

“Yes!”

“How rude!”

“Yes, that's unacceptable!”

“Who the hell do you think you are?!”

“Yes, give us our cameras back!”

Just then, Alfonso, draped in his long black coat, entered the conference room with an air of nonchalance and sat in the chair ahead. All the reporters shut their mouths seeing Alfonso in the room. Everyone knew who he was. The personal assistant of the devil, Xavier Romano. Rumor has it that working at the side of the devil after years, he became a demon himself, almost as ruthless as his boss.

“How did you gain access to the building?’ Alfonso asked in a surprising calm voice.

“I was tipped by an unknown ID to come to the hotel. I got the room number and also a passcode to access the private entrance,” one of the reporters said in a respectful tone.

Alfonso looked at one of the bodyguards, who nodded and approached the reporter, who just spoke and said.

“Please, your phone.” The report pulled out her phone and handed it to the bodyguard, who opened the phone and went through it but found nothing. “Boss, there's no message.”

“what?! No, give me the phone.” The reporter said, taking her phone. She went through it, but the message really wasn't there, and she didn't delete it either, so how? “Sir, you have to believe me; I really got the message.”

The remaining of the reporters took out their phones; they also received the same message; however, they were all astonished to find it wasn't on their phones.

Alfonso smiled, realizing what had happened. Whoever sent those messages had hacked back into their phones and deleted it.

He knew exactly who it was, but they might have underestimated his abilities.