Catalina

He resumed packing away the toys as I stared at his back. I was skeptical about saying my name because I had hoped it would be just tonight.

I could let down my hair just tonight.

"What is your name?" He repeated, this time through gritted teeth. I resisted the urge to smile. He was so impatient.

"Catalina, my name is Catalina," I said timidly.

He nodded as he closed his cufflinks, "I see. Same time tomorrow, Catalina. Don't be late." He said.

With that, he left me staring at his back. I didn't stop smiling till he was completely gone. My mind was still hazy from all the pleasure I received today.

I smiled more when I remembered his face saying he had to go, he almost seemed sad to leave me wanting more. Generally, He seems nice.

I sighed to myself once the door closed behind him, I was left with my thought once more. A part of me felt thrilled that he wanted to do this again, but another reminded me that it was foolish to do this.

It was risky.

I hurriedly put on my clothes, rearranging my almost sex hair. I didnt want people to think the worst of me when they see my appearance. I straightened my spine and opened the door, bumping head-first into Daniel.

Shit!

"Hey, Catalina." He waves, smiling sheepishly.

I raised a hand reluctantly, smiling back at him despite the pending awkwardness. Daniel seems to know everything that goes on in the hotel, it wouldn't be surprising that he knows what just went on in there.

"Errr, what are you doing here?" I asked,

The second the question left my lips, I almost face-palmed myself.

"I came to apologize to our guest, I guess he was angry when I interrupted his session." He said.

I glared at him slightly, so he was the one who cockblocked me earlier, I smiled through gritted teeth.

" no, I don't think he was angry. I was almost done." I tell him.

I watched his reaction to my news, we don't accept clients in their rooms, anywhere but the massage parlor where we do it.

But we had an exception.

Daniel visibly relaxed like a weight was taken off his shoulders. That was strange. Daniel was usually not afraid of anyone, as the head of our department, he was higher than Esther.

"Why? Are you scared you must have upset him?" I asked, stepping closer as I locked the door behind me.

"You tell me, you are the one he let massage him." He snapped.

I rolled my shoulders but said nothing, I just stood there and waited for an explanation.

"I thought his time was up so I knocked to see what was going on. I don't know if that's going to get me fired." He explained.

"That still doesn't answer my question, Daniel. Who is he?" I asked fiercely this time.

His lower lip trembled with fear as he gazed at me.

Jeez, dramatic much?

"No, you don't understand. He is Killian Black." Daniel said.

I waited for the recognition but none came.

I groaned, "come on, you have to give me something better than that. Just tell me who he is." I pleaded with him.

He stepped closer to me, leaning in like he wanted to whisper a secret. I stepped closer, straining my ears to listen.

"I can't believe you got to touch Killian Black, he is exceptionally picky."

"Don't make it sound like a big deal, it's not." I shrug.

His eyes widened with excitement, "it's a big deal, he owns the hotel." Daniel said.

It was my turn, my eyes widened with shock.

"He what?" I asked,

"He owns this hotel, I can't believe Esther didn't tell you who you were massaging. How messed up." He rolled his eyes. "Typical of her to withhold information when it's necessary, what if you had made a mistake? You would have been fired." He babbled.

"Absolutely," I said absent-mindedly.

What if indeed? She let me believe I was just massaging an important client and led me to this mess in the first place.

I rolled mine too, I was going to kill her.

"I had no idea," I shrugged.

"Now you know, talk later." He said as he passed me.

I walked in a daze to get my things from the massage parlor. I can't believe my ears.

Some of his actions became clear, he was mad that I used the guest shower, and he mentioned something about workers using it.

He barged in like he owned the place even when he was late, and nobody said a word when we walked to his room

He owned this establishment.

My palms became sweaty as I dried them off on my jeans. I had just slept with my boss. I don't know if that made me feel better or worse.

I greeted most of my colleagues as I passed them. They whispered amongst themselves, who got to touch Killian and all that? I was sweating bullets by the time I made it to the parking lot.

When I got to the house, the events in the hotel have been put behind me, it was a night of pleasure and awakening for me and I knew it wasn't going to make a difference. I dropped my bags on the floor and headed straight to bed.

The activities of the day dawned on me as my body succumbed to the fatigue, I closed my eyes as I relished today's memories. They were still vivid and I became wet again as I imagined him looming over my body.

It was fresh and I wanted more than I could say right now. I needed him to finish what he started so I could move on with my life.

I was in trouble.

But one thing was for sure, Killian Black owned me now and I looked forward to seeing him keep his promise of seeing me.