Chapter 3 - A Greek God in a Suit

Stacy finally reached the destination. She paid the cab and as soon as she turned around, her breath hitched. The royal hotel certainly lived up to its name. 

The hotel reached the sky as its glass windows glittered in the moonlight. Inside of the hotel lit with golden lights giving it a royal vibe. There was tight security and she saw many armed men standing surrounding the building. She had never been to any royal suits before. 

But it seemed very unusual to have this many armed men. 

She went toward its entrance as two men in black attire, weapons attached to their hands came near. She stepped back instinctively as one of them asked, "Can you show us your ID, ma'am?"

She nodded as she took out her ID and gave it to the tall man. The men gave it back after scrutinizing it as he nodded to her companion. He smiled which never reached his eyes as he said, "We apologize for interrupting you. Our boss is coming, thus we are making sure there is no threat."

Stacy nodded as her heart was pumping loudly. Something about these men made her really cautious. They felt like they wouldn't care before killing someone and they had no emotions on their faces as their trained eyes looked at every pedestrian and every corner, missing nothing. 

Whoever was their boss must be some wealthy and dangerous man to appoint them. 

They were trained no doubt and Stacy felt her confidence draining more as she took each step toward the reception desk. 

"How may I help you, ma'am?" One of the receptionists asked with a smile, her beautiful face shone in the golden light. From tip to toe, she looked just perfect and more presentable than her. For a moment, Stacy thought she should have worn some more make up and now she knew why Mikaela had worn a gorgeous dress and did that much makeup. 

"Um... I... My boss said to wait in the room no. 706. A few clients will be coming and I was told to be there by 8." Stacy said as her heart thumped and she fisted her palms against the coat. 

The girl nodded and asked, "Do you have any names who will be coming?" 

"Yes but the room is booked by my boss, Miss Mikaela Tylor. She gave me a paper... I mean, a pass and she would be coming to join us later." 

Stacy took out the paper which they called a pass and handed it to the lady as she nodded. "Yes, we received the booking five days ago. Thank you for coming Miss?" She asked, hanging her sentence in the air.

"Miss Stacy Cyrus..." 

"Yes. Can you please provide us with some ID proof or DL?" She asked as Stacy took out her ID and they scanned it in the computer before giving it back. 

"Please take the lift and the room is on the seventh floor." She said as she gave her a small white card and Stacy left the reception table. She went for the lift, her body tingling nervously. 

With her, another two people entered and they left as their floors came. The lift halted at the seventh floor and Stacy came out. There were a series of rooms starting on both sides of the lift. 

She took the right side and looked out for the room number. 706. Or wait, was it 706 or 607? 

Stacy halted. She forgot to check it in the pass. Mikaela said 706, right? She couldn't remember and it seemed the receptionist gave her the card of 706. 

If the receptionist gave her the keys of 706, it meant she checked the papers. Without wasting another moment, and not giving it another thought, Stacy searched for room no 706.

As she found the room, she swiped the white card and the doors opened. She entered and saw there was no electricity and saw there was a holder beside the door which looked like the card's size. She put it on the holder and the room lit with light. 

A smile spread across her lips because it was the first time she entered a royal suite. 

The room suddenly looked royal. White paint with designer carvings on the corners of the walls. The bedroom was detached from the drawing room and there was an open kitchen. The whole room had golden lights and the couches looked classic with the maroon color. It was very beautiful. 

She took a seat on one of the couches and waited as her heels tapped on the floor, making sounds. She hoped the clients would come after Mikaela arrived. But there was no sign of both Mikaela and her client.

She was losing patience as she brought out her phone to dial Mikaela's number and suddenly she heard the door opening. 

She quickly put the phone on the table and stood up to greet the client. 

The door opened and a man in a tuxedo appeared and it was a damn expensive suit. It adorned him perfectly as if it was tailor made. Both of their eyes met and she almost felt her heart skip a beat.

He looked like a Greek god in a suit. Gray dazzling eyes which portrayed shock and suspicion together, high cheekbones to die for, dirty blonde hair on the perfect sculptured face which had a frown and his tall daunting frame which made Stacy gulp as she felt her throat dried in his presence. 

"How did you enter?" He asked, his voice was husky yet it had a strange domineering vibe which made Stacy's mind go numb.

"T—through the door?" She said. 

He arched his brow as she corrected, "I—I had the key." Her eyes went to the card holder and the man's eyes followed it. 

"That I can see..." He asked, "When did you arrive?"

"Ten minutes ago?"

He nodded as he closed the door behind him and Stacy thought why did he lock it?

"Um... M—my bo—" she wanted to tell that her boss would be coming in a moment but he cut her off as he said, "I have to say, I am not really impressed."

His displeased eyes moved tip to toe on Stacy making her feel as if she wasn't wearing anything. She was about to hide herself with her arms but he said, "I thought they would give me the best one." 

He put his hands in his trousers' pockets and leaned on the wall just beside the door. She couldn't deny he looked hot as hell but currently her mind and feet froze. What did he mean? She didn't even start to say anything about the project. How could he judge her without giving her a chance?

"I think they are mocking me by giving a simple looking one." He said and Stacy couldn't understand a thing he was saying.

"I—I am really sorry about your displeasure. But let me at least do my part. I am sure you wouldn't be displeased." Stacy said as her blood pumped out of fear that Mikaela might lose this deal because of her. 

The man looked at her for a moment with a straight face as if he was giving it a thought. He nodded. "Alright. Be sure to do your best otherwise I won't pay a single cent to your boss."

Stacy nodded and suddenly her phone rang. She was about to grab it when the man said, "I think I told your master, phones and any electronic gadgets are not allowed."

Stacy looked at him with wide eyes. Why? Weren't they going to need a laptop or something to discuss their project? He was certainly an odd client.

She felt confused as the man neared and she felt her body wouldn't move from her place. His presence was just too overwhelming and as he neared her, she found he was taller than her by a foot. It was hard to resist his intimidating cold eyes. He stood just a meter away from her as his musky scent lingered around her and she bit her lip.

The man bent forward as Stacy stepped back, her heart thumping loudly but he took the phone from the table and without a single thought he broke it.

It took a minute to register what happened and she did, a gasp escaped from the back of her throat. "Wha— My 300$ phone!"