Skylands Hotel The Bentley Continental arrived at the hotel and Hugo drove it to a stop, parking at an assigned parking space. He alighted the vehicle and opened the door for Chelsea. She put on her mask and alighted as well. She surveyed the surroundings and made for the entrance, leaving Hugo behind to stay at the car.She walked into the bar section and paused a little. As expected, the entire place was buzzing with customers. Several men and women were partying, dancing and drinking to their heart's content. Her eyes scanned the area and she saw Stone sitting in a dimly lit reserved corner at the far end of the bar. He was surrounded with guards, well armed and ready to unleash hell on whoever called for it. She wasn't making that type of call however. She wore a smiling expression and walked towards him. The guard maintained their position, not budging or making way for her to pass. She squinted her eyes and looked at them with a sense of skepticism. "Are you out of your sens
Chelsea followed behind Dylan, heading for the study. They got to the study and he opened the door for her, allowing her to go in before him. She looked at him but his expression was totally blank. She took her eyes off him and went inside. He followed after her and slammed the door shut behind him. He walked gently to the middle of the room and stood before her, looking her straight in the eye but his face was still void of expressions. "Why did you want to see me?" he calmly asked, his tone laced with neither hate nor love. It was as though he was just talking to his subordinate at the office. The way he spoke to Selina and others.She heaved. She found it difficult to look him back in the eyes so she lifted the Zero Halliburton and kept her gaze on it. "Because of this" she replied gently. He squinted his eyes. "And what is that?" he asked."A tribute I collected from Stone" she replied, her eyes still fixed on the Halliburton. "Tribute?" he asked, uncertain as to what she was
Later That Evening Chelsea heard a series of knocking on her door and walked towards it to open it. She immediately stopped halfway as she remembered she was putting on only her underwear. Only Joyce or Dylan visited her in her room. She and Dylan were no longer relating on intimate terms. Revealing too much of her body to him would only classify her as desperate. Besides, he might even get mad and infuriated at her because of it or make an issue out of it. It was also highly possible that he would find it disrespectful and talk her down for it. Honestly, at this point, there was no telling what Dylan would do. There wasn't a thing as being too careful around him.She turned around and headed for her closet. She put on a mini gown and proceeded to open the door. She saw Dylan standing outside with two other of his guards. Dylan stood with his hands inside his pockets while the guards stood behind him, their hands clasped together behind them.Behind the three of them was a tall meta
The Bentley Continental arrived at the hotel and Hugo parked it at the parking lot. He opened the door for Chelsea and she alighted the vehicle. She had her mask on and elegantly walked towards the entrance of the hotel. Immediately she stepped in, she remembered she almost had an altercation with the manager of the hotel. She smirked and walked straight to the elevator, not waiting for the manager to receive her or guide her to the meeting place. "Hey. Excuse me, Madam" she heard a voice call after her and stopped. She closed her eyes and sighed. Then she turned around, expecting to see the face of the woman who threw herself at Dylan, the manager, Beatrice Chadwell. But instead, she saw a much more younger face, more beautiful and more officially dressed. Her eyes immediately went to the tag and she saw a different name and position as well: 'Laura Stevens, Customer Relations Officer'.Her eyes went back to the face and she was met with a charming and friendly smile."Good Day,
Chelsea took another sip from her glass and emptied the glass this time. She was subconsciously getting carried away and she was loving the feeling. She smiled at Omar, finding him more and more adorable as they engaged in several unrelated discussions. She knew she was getting under the influence but she couldn't stop herself. No, she was enjoying it too much to stop herself."So you moved to Miami what, two years ago?" Omar asked, smiling right back at her.It was this same mysterious smile of his that kept on attracting her and making her glued to him and keeping her in the converstaion to the extent that she was letting go of herself. She found his smile both mysterious and mischievous at the same time. And she loved the feeling of both. It made him all the more adorable."Yea. Two years ago" she replied in a soft voice. Now she was sounding alluring. Her vision had started getting blurry. She needed to get a hold of herself. She had let the drink get to her. She had originally w
The elevator dinged, announcing their arrival at the private suite. The doors slid open, revealing an environment pleasurable to the eyes. They stepped out of the elevator and walkes into the hallway that only led to the private suite. Omar went ahead, heading for the only door ahead of them.Chelsea followed behind him, taking her time to observe the environment. It was really amazing and we'll adorned. Exotic paintings hung at several places while ornamental plants adorned the ground. The entire entrance to the private suite had the qualities of a top notch environment, exuding the feel of a penthouse. An Arabian's penthouse.Omar opened the door, revealing the private suite. Chelsea elegantly walked in, taking her time to observe the interior and adoring everything her eyes observed. Several golden items were placed here and there, clearly affirming that it belonged to an Arabian. The entire theme was predominantly white. It was a spotless ocean of white.Omar closed the door behin
Chelsea woke up to an entirely strange environment. Themed white all through and adorned with a touch of golden items here and there, the room was totally foreign to her. She felt a light throb on her forehead and gently caressed it, stroking the side softly.She gently sat up and looked around. She slowly began recollecting the events that took place last night. She looked beside her on the bed and saw her mask unlaced from her face. She sighed as the pieces began arranging to form the big picture. She remembered leaving the bar area of the hotel with Omar after emptying her Bourbon bottle. That was when the influence began taking its toll on her. They both went to a private suite via the elevator. Then she and Omar made out in the entrance room of the suite.After making out, they both went into the room and took things to the next level. She must have been put out in the middle of the sex between her and Omar. That was probably when he took her mask off. Of course she was too into
Chelsea gasped in shock as the words on the piece of paper embedded in her mind. Did Omar drop the note? She looked around to see if there were traces of any other person but she saw none. She immediately put on her mask and tied the lace behind her head. Something was not right in the air. And to make it all worse, she didn't come with her gun. She now realized her mistake. She had let down her guard last night by drinking more than she was supposed to. Then during the sex she had been put out by it.Then she heard a ding on the door and gently walked out of the room towards it. Omar had to have an explanation for the note. She turned the knob and opened the door. She was greeted with the face of a hotel attendant. Of course, she should have known. Omar would have his access card and wouldn't need to knock."Room Service" the attendant said with a smile and handed her a delivery bag with The Echelon's logo printed on it."Alright. Thank you" she smiled and took the bag from him, clo