CHAPTER 2

Colton fumed with anger and stormed into his room. 

  There were already a few strippers waiting patiently for him in his room all half naked displaying their bodies. 

  "All of you, get the hell outta here! Can't you f*cking see when I am not in the mood?" He screamed as soon as he sighted them. 

  Quickly, all frightened, they dashed out of his room in sequence. 

  They sure didn't want the wrath of their lord on them. It could mean death. 

  Colton roared like a hungry lion, scattering everything his hands could lay on. 

  None of the maids or househelps entered at that point. He could play with a broken glass. It happened several times. 

  Colton ripped his suit open, allowing air to have passage. 

  He walked to and fro, scattering some more items in his room. 

  He then angrily shoved his hands into his pocket and took his phone out. 

  He dialled his father Mr. Blake. Fumes escaped his nostrils like an angered bull. 

  "Any updates son?" Blake asked as soon as he picked up the call. 

  "There's no f*cking update dad. She remained silent throughout and just stared at me like a depressed owl!" Colton barked furiously. 

  "Hell no! That girl's head is a rock. And son, you know what we do to a hard rock eyy?" Blake asked in his creacking old voice. 

  "We crack 'em up and split them open," Colton replied. His anger already getting lowered. 

  "Good! Tomorrow, I will meet with Winston and increase the pressure. You are not a toy to be played with.

  "He must go on with the contract marriage for now at least. And when he foolishly signs it, we strike. Winston's company will then belong to us finally." 

  "Well, let's see how far we can go. I need to get to the office now. The police are still trying hard to crack our last game!" 

  "We need to give all our stakeholders and other partners more reasons to trust our company" 

  "If any secret leaks, the mutual trust remains and we get vouchers.

  "Good boy. You'd make a great leader! Now, run along. I have some things to fix" Blake ended and ended the call. 

  Blake sat in his wheelchair staring at the big board he had in front of him. 

  He was finally putting all the pieces together. His plan was coming to life. He stared at the picture of Amanda with contempt and clenched his fist. 

  He then pressed a button and, controlling the wheelchair, he got to a table, picked up a knife and hurled it at Mr. Winston's photo. 

  "It's payback time dear friend! You will rot in my custody and beg for mercy!" he giggled evilly! 

******

  Though Amanda could barely see the man who had just caught hold of her, she could feel him. 

  Her hands rested on his chest. It was muscular. 

  She began to trail her hands down to his abs. They were quite thick. 

  Though she was drunk, at this point, she felt so… so different. It was like this man was an angel, a hero in disguise. 

  Amanda seemed to be lost in his eyes. It was as deep as expressive, and a wink would attract almost any lady.

  Ethan stared into her eyes, never giving his eyes a second to blink. 

  His gaze was distracted by the two big mounds in front of her. Her boobs were perfectly rounded and were worth losing focus for. 

  He could fee and smell her breath on his face. It was a Noie Inquiétude cocktail. The most expensive in the city. He immediately concluded that this must be one very rich woman. Maybe a CEO. 

  Fortunately, his legs wagged her back and slightly came in contact with her behind. 

  Her hips fixated perfectly beside his waist. They were very curvy and blended with her slim waist.  

  This woman was the very epitome of beauty. 

  Even in the darkness, he could see her skin glow. Her black hair strands that fell beneath her perfectly highlighted the blue light. 

  Each strand of her eyebrow had a beauty story to tell. Was she an angel from the sky? Ethan questioned in his heart. 

  "Take me to my room and call Beatrix. I wanna just sleep on the moon. I hate Colton. I… I miss you mama" 

  Amanda was clearly high already. Her speeches became vague. 

  "Alright Miss. I'll take you to the room now!" 

  Ethen then placed his hands well under her waist and raised her. 

  He lifted her up and carried her gently, making his arms and chest display his masculine competence. 

  Soon, they were at the door. Ethan managed to take his key and swipe a card across the pass code box and the door opened automatically. 

  He shut the door using his leg. 

  He was finally able to put her on the bed. But Amanda was not dizzy yet. 

  Ethan took her phone from her purse. He then managed to find the finger to unlock the phone after switching it on. 

  He searched for the name Beatrix. It was saved as Trixia Gum with three love emojis. She must be a good friend or sister. 

  "Hello. Ethan here. Am I unto Beatrix?" Ethan asked, still staring at the beautiful woman on the bed. 

  "What do you mean? Who is this?" Beatrix asked, confused like from the other end. 

  "Well you see ma'am, she asked me to call you. She's in a room in Lych Bar now. She drank a little too much. Will send you the location" 

  "Alright. I will be coming right away. And hey! Don't do anything stupid. Is that clear?" 

  "Yes ma'am". Ethan ended the call. 

  Amanda's wallpaper was her beloved beautiful mother. 

  He felt the urge to scroll through her SMS, but deleted the thought from his head. 

  "Thanks for saving me. You are my hero. Come and give me a kiss right now.." Amanda suddenly spoke unconsciously. 

  The invitation sounded so alluring. 

  "You need to rest ma'am. I just called Beatrix. She's on her way now." He answered the drunk angel. 

  "No, I insist, come here. You are so loving and sweet and kind. I hate Colton. My father wants to bla us bla bla marree.." 

  Amanda rose up and grabbed Ethan to herself. 

  Ethan wanted to let go, but who would say no to this beautiful woman. 

  She leaned forward and aimed for his lips but kissed his chin. 

  After much thought, Ethan decided to not let this moment pass. A passionate kiss wouldn't be so bad. He said to himself. 

  He then allowed her. Though she was drunk, she seemed to be fully aware of what she was demanding. 

  Ethan then began to gently take his hands behind her head and stroke it. 

  He also began to caress her back gently, returning her passionate kiss. 

  The two became so intimate, making love on the bed, but it stopped there. Ethan did not dare to go further at first.  

  "You're so hot and caring… Will you… will you marry me instead?" Amanda asked still speaking vaguely. Her eyes were still very heavy, so they were slightly closed. 

  She did not give him a chance to answer as she shut his mouth with another long kiss and their attachment got even stronger. 

  She wrapped her hands loosely around Ethan as she had no strength left. She seemed to enjoy this moment. 

  Ethan was made to think. 'marry me instead?' 

  Was this woman married? No. He didn't think so. She didn't have a ring on and why should she drink herself to stupor if she has a husband at home?

  Ethan tried to make every moment with her worth it.  

  The last romance he ever had was 3 years ago back in Mexico with his ex who left him for another guy. 

  Amanda then took her hands away from his shoulder and then behind her back to unzip her dress. 

  His body began to shake. 

  She was drunk. He would be so foolish and heartless to have an intercourse with her. 

  Amanda finally took her dress off. At this point, Ethan feared that she knew what she was doing. 

  Her two mounds fell open like the beautiful dual-mountain on the outskirts of New Hilton. 

  The twin mountain was the biggest tour site in the country. Everyone loved it there. 

  Ethan sat besides the coarse woman thinking of what to do. 

  Finally, he gave in. Or rather, he gave in. Ugh!

  It happened so fast, Ethan cursed himself every second. 

  She definitely had too much, she still isn't conscious? He mumbled. 

  Ethan then stopped all of a sudden. His heartbeat flared like the accident he witnessed 3 years ago with Jameson. 

  "Brr.. brrr.." the door rang.