7. Without Notice

Mbali’s POV-

I looked closely at it as I bent down to pick it up, I gasped at what I saw, it was the condom from last night and why was it just on the floor? I thought Mr. Dreamboat must have disposed of it but I was wrong.

I picked it up and flushed it down the toilet, looked at myself briefly in the mirror, I was looking tired and had eye bags, last night was a long night indeed.

I quickly brushed and washed my face and wiped it clean with a towel. Still with my robe, I headed to the reception, needed to make sure Mr. Dreamboat was still around, maybe he went for a run or probably he was at the gym.

“Good morning ma’am”, the lady at the reception greeted and had that weird smile from yesterday on the corner of her mouth.

“Good morning”, I responded as I knotted my robe for the hundredth time.

“How may I help you?”, she asked.

“Sorry to bother you this morning but did you by chance see a young man leave here this morning?”, I asked in what seemed more like a whisper.

“I’m sorry ma’am but I can only help you if you can be more specific, I mean we do have a lot of fine gentlemen who trope in and out of our hotel on a daily basis”.

I still didn't know his name, so I decided to just leave the room, get my stuff, and leave.

“I'm sure you meant the young gentleman from room 306?”.

“Yes, please, that's who I'm talking about”.

“Hmmmm”, she paused for a while as she looked at me from head to toe in a judging manner.

“He checked out this morning and I'm sorry you just have a few hours remaining till the room is occupied by someone else” " she informed me.

“Ok but can you please help me check his name on your system? He briefly told me his name but I forgot, had too much whisky”, I lied as I smiled trying so hard to avoid eye contact with her.

“I'm sorry ma’am, I can't disclose that to you, it's confidential, hotel policies,”.

“I understand, thank you”.

I left for the suite and sat on the chair Mr. Dreamboat had sitting on the previous night, the room smelt like him, I picked up the ashtray and ran my fingers through the rim of the tray as I thought about why he left in a hurry without notice, not even a note. I was hoping he had left a message for me with the receptionist.

I still had two hours more before the suite would be cleaned up for the next guest, so I decided to lie down for a bit, I sniffed the pillow and the duvet, they smelt of Mr. Dreamboat as my mind ran through the activities of the previous night.

It wasn't just sex for me, I felt a different way completely. I might just be in love with this man who seems to me as who would love to play hard to get but I wouldn't mind giving it a try.

Just then a thought ran through my mind. What if he's a thief? My heart skipped a beat at the thought of this and I jumped out of bed to check my bag, everything was intact just as I left them. He can't be a thief, he paid a whopping thousand dollars just for a night.

I was already tired of thinking and trying to connect the dots as to why Mr. Dreamboat left me without a word, so I decided to dress up and leave.

When I got to the reception I tipped the receptionist who thanked me with a wide but sincere smile.

My ride was already waiting, and the trip home began as I spent most of the time sleeping.

When I got back home, I met Mrs. Stevens who was watering her flowers and tending to her little fine garden.

“Good morning Mrs. Stevens”, I greeted as I waved at her.

I was not expecting her to respond, since I moved into the street she had always disliked me and would use me as a very bad example to her children and students. But I didn't mind. I found her to be a very funny and interesting woman, Isabella and I always made jokes about her.

I rang the doorbell and the door was swung open by Isabella. She had a frown on her face and simply ignored me.

“I'm sorry Issy”, I said hugging her from behind.

“Well what are you sorry about?”, She asked with her hands folded around her chest.

“The movie night, I know I left without a word, but I was working”, I explained.

“Working? How come you never mentioned it?”, She asked inquisitively.

“Remember the young man from the club that you sat with?” I asked as we both sat down on the sofa.

“Yes I remember”, She confirmed as her eyes widened, she was eager to know all that happened.

“Luca called to say he requested for my services and he paid a lot just for a night”.

“Wow! That explains it then”, Isabella said as she threw her face away looking at nothing in particular.

“Explains what? What do you mean?”.

“Luca said you can have the night off, he emphasized that you needed to rest”.

“That's great then”, I said happily.

“I woke up and he was gone, Issy”, I said as I held her hands in mine.

“Did you do anything to upset him?”,

“Not at all, we actually had a great time together, oh the sex was intense”, I said as I ran my hands through my breasts as I fondled them.

“The way you talk about this man, it’s amazing, you have never talked about any client in such a way, hope I’m not missing out on something?” Isabella asked as she peered into my eyes searching for answers.

I didn’t want to tell her about how I felt about Mr. Dreamboat because it’s against the club policy but I had to, she was my best friend.

“You like him don’t you?”, Isabella asked before I could say anything.

I simply looked at her without saying a word, I was never going to see him again so what’s the use of hurting.