A long night with him

Vivienne POV, 

My eyes fixed on the man I just laid down on the double-sized bed. I exhaled heavily, wiping sweat off my forehead, and rested my hands on my hips. I was sweating just from carrying the man, not as if I carried him myself, which was ridiculous.

But as soon as I found the nearest cheap hotel around, I booked a single room for the drunk man and the manager of the small hotel helped me to get him out of the car to the room which was on the second floor. He was already sleeping, and I wondered how a grown man would be so careless.

“Ms…do you need anything?” while lost in thoughts taking in the man's facial features which were rare for a man. The manager's voice jerks me back to reality and I instantly turned around, and he was looking at me with that facial expression that said 'I was a gold digger more like a slut bringing a man to a hotel'

“No… Nothing,” I answered him with a faint smile, and he nodded before he shifted his gaze to the man sleeping on the bed and then back to me. A girl who was dressed like a savage, with her toned belly showing. Beautiful red hair tied in a ponytail with a killer cute face that shouted, I love all men. Well, that was my reputation even at school. These people judged me at first glance. The man's behavior since I came in was the same with disdain and disgust. I waited for him to leave, and only when the door closed did I let out a long exhale of frustration.

“Damn everyone,” I muttered, feeling anger circulating in my body, making my blood boil. I failed to understand why all these people chose to see me as a characterless girl just because I was exceptionally beautiful, as they said. Yes, I was just 19 years old and about to finish high school, I was a little crazy with a tough personality, but I had to be this way, intimidating because unlike others I had no older brother to protect me from society. No father to defend me if ever I made a mistake at school and no mother to teach me manners or how to act like a lady. It was my brother as well as my parents. 

I had to be tough in this cruel world even if I was painted bad for the way I looked. My hair was naturally red and curly, they said I was beautiful naturally and my smile was something that attracted people to me, especially men even older ones, but I wasn't like that. I had a goal in life and that was to be successful, build my empire until I became the best, I had no time for boyfriends.

Unlike other girls I didn't wear a lot of makeup or dress to impress men or people, I was myself, Vivienne Payton never imitated anyone.

Putting such thoughts aside, I stood beside the bed and lowered down to make sure the man was comfortable. I had already taken off his shoes, and now I was debating on what to do with his money. I wasn't a thief, yes I lacked money and I had a lot of problems that could lessen if I took all the money he gave me back at the restaurant.

“Okay, so mister…you seem like a careless man…you got so drunk,” I said and took my backpack which was lying on the floor, and dug in to get my notepad. I was a thorough person, I knew math more than anything because it was my favorite subject” so I'm going to charge you for all this…look here, sir…I worked for you just now…I brought you here, and it required great skills to drive a car like yours"I pointed out dropping on the bed beside him and smiling as I made calculations on my notepad. 

I listed all the services I rendered to him, carrying him with his heavyweight there was a fee. Driving him to the hotel had its fee and adding to the tip I deserved for serving him at the restaurant the total amount was $50. I know I was being greedy with everything, but I was so tired, and he already wasted a lot of my time attending to him.

“And 10 and another 10 equals $50,” I counted from the tip he gave me and carefully put the remaining money together, and I climbed on the bed to get his coat which I had put on the other side since I wanted his wallet. Without knowing my body slid on top of him and I sneezed and he stirred a little. I grabbed the coat and prepared to pull back when suddenly a strong arm draped over my back, flipping me down and dragging me beneath him that I was lying on my back with him on top of me. I grew afraid realizing the situation I was in. 

I was jinxed because now his entire weight was on me, and he was snuggling on my exposed belly like a harmless child while his hands tasted on my chest.

On my chest, the darned man had his filthy hands touching my breast and no man has ever done that.

“Oh no,” I cried out as I looked down, and his breathing was low, he seemed to have relaxed a bit and the tension I saw on his brows earlier disappeared. Looking at his face he was cute. His hair, which, I thought, was black back at the restaurant, was brown and curly, a bit longer because he had tied it in a small bun behind his head and I guessed he had messed it up by running his fingers through it constantly. 

I was bothered as I tried to keep him off or at least remove his hands from my poor breasts, but he gripped me even more tightly than I felt embarrassed, irritated and ashamed because the manager happened to walk through that door. Then his assumption about my character will be confirmed. He already thought I brought a drunk man to the hotel for something disgusting.

“S-sir please…this is sexual harassment,” I muttered and shifted a little, unfortunately, that was a bad idea because now his parted lips were on my belly and I could feel his wet soft lips brushing on my skin and I automatically sucked in my breath not sure what to do. I was trapped but I had to leave.

While lying there with a strange man on top of me. I managed to get his wallet from his coat, struggled to get it open, and when I did, a card slipped out, and I grabbed it with my other hand. It was a business card and when I turned it to the sides. There was a name engraved in gold black writings.

“Victor…Ellison…oh so my troublemaker is Victor…wow sexy and cute,” I said out loud not forgetting to chuckle to lighten up my situation. The man was Victor, his name sounded familiar, but I had no time to think where I heard it from. As I prepared to get out of bed, the man muttered something and unexpectedly grabbed my arm.

“No,” he shoved me down the bed and lowered himself on me. His head rested on my chest while he held my hands in place.

“This isn't happening,” I tried to make him move to no avail. He was sleeping soundly on top of me.