Chapter 5

Cassians's

"She isn't her, she isn't your secretary" my head buzzed with various thoughts of how I'd fuck this girl in front of me.

Her voice kept ringing into my ears and it took all my rationality to not pin her down on the door front.

I never thought I'd be ridiculed to the extent of being dragged all the way from the first floor of a restroom to the last floor of a  seven-star hotel.

Nevertheless, I was grateful, I'd rather be dragged by this nimble soft girl to her room than fall to the scheme of that secretary.

And when my head had hit the stoppage at the door, I flung my eyes open to see her hovering over me, dropping my legs in the instant to the floor.

I grunted in pain, watching as she spoke to me. Her hair flowed rhythmically with her every movement. She knelt beside me and I could just watch with my eyes wide open.

And I could swear that she looks cute when she was mad, the way she'd changed her words from me being a piece of shit when I gave no response to her words. 

" You this piece of handsome shit," she had sworn at me. I almost burst into laughter when she thought that I was in the state because I was gay, she couldn't see the smile on my face she she stood back up to the bathroom, striping the clothes she wore and that had broken the last straw of resistance I'd left.

Her hips swayed and from behind her, I could see her breasts, the pink bud of her nipples when she raised her hands to put her hair into a bun and walked into the bathroom.

" What was a night of being drugged without consequences," I thought and stood up from the ground she left me on to the bathroom door.

I knocked on the door, and another flush of heat rushed to my groin when she opened the door, her face dripping with water, a small patch of her chest skin exposed to my view. I knew I was a done man tonight.

" What do you want," she asked looking at me.

Her face was devoid of makeup, and the way her round lips moved when she talked made me unable to bear it anymore.

I held her head in my hand, pressing my lips on hers, my other hand pushing the bathroom door open to fit my figure. I could have sworn that I hated long hair but at this moment I could almost say I had a fetish for long hair, I pulled her hair down from the bun she'd tied it in, holding my hands across her waist and she held her legs on my waist, both of us regressing to the wall.

Her hands trailed over the buttons of my shirt, and I could tell that she had no experience of it with the way the way her hands ran over my chest.

" This is going to be a long night," I said, apologizing beforehand.

I felt her body stiffen for a moment, she didn't want this, the effects of alcohol waded her senses.

I could stop but I chose not to because she was drunk and I wasn't, I was just drugged and I knew if I wanted to, I would.

But I was gone too far into it, let it be done anyway, I muttered to myself, unbuckling my belt when she was unable to, a small gasp of Surprise escaping her lips before she drew down the briefs.

I turned off the shower and carried her into the bedroom, a little smile when I remembered that she'd told me to sleep on the bed because she paid a wholesome amount to get the room.

I placed her on the bed, slowly nibbling on her body, I trailed kisses from her neck to her cleavages. She moaned in return and I wasted no time in entering her, going as ravishingly as I could, the heat that spread through my body fueling me to do more, and the thought of that secretary getting these expressions out of me pushed me over the cliff.

I fell back on her body and watched as she looked at me with Misty eyes, before I stood up against her, taking her into my arms, we had sex until daybreak.

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I opened my eyes to see the girl I'd spent the night with yesterday, her body littered with the marks I'd made on them, I took out my phone and made a call to Judy.

" Bring a billion dollars to the hotel across the street, immediately," I said and hung up, walking into the bathroom. I changed into the clothes in the room just in time for her to wake up.

The adrenaline was cleared and it was time for her to face reality.

" Good morning," she greeted.

" Morning," I answered, buttoning the last piece on my shirt.

" Are you leaving already," she asked.

" Why do you care," I replied dryly.

" But we had sex last night," she said trying to get off from the bed but fell back.

" Listen, young Lady, I'd accept that we both made use of each other last night, I'll be paying you for the night and I need you not to appear in front of me ever again," I said.

" Wait, what, you think I had sex with you because I wanted your money," she asked looking appalled.

" For what other reason should I assume you did it, because you love me?" I asked with a smirk.

There was a knock on the door, and I knew who it was.  I opened the door and took the briefcase from him and threw it to her on the table.

" We had unprotected sex last night, so I need you young lady, to flush your insides, I do not want to set my eyes on you again, for no reason should you appear in front of me, and most especially, I don't want you coming back months later to tell me You're carrying my child," I said again to her dismay.

" What, you think I'm just some pick-up girl, I helped you, mother fucking bastard, and now you think you can just buy a night with me, I don't want your fucking money," she screamed.

" To think that you act so good, anyone, my dear, I say anyone will be willing to spend a night with me, so do not delude yourself that you're special and heed my warning, do not appear in front of me again," I said and turned to leave the room.

She stood up from the bed, trying to chase after me but fell back to the ground.