Kiss me

>EMPRESS HOTEL, PRESIDENTIAL SUIT<

A group of people escorted the young man in the middle, ten fierce bodyguards accompanied the troupe as he walked in long strides across the hallway. 

With his slender figure and long legs, one would mistake him for a Model. His posture exuded confidence, Accentuated by a slim-fitting suit that emphasized his broad shoulders and trim waist.

Bathed in the Cooley-lit passages and elevators, his demeanor remained cool and collected, adding to his stoic allure.

His bloodshot eyes held no emotions as he picked up his phone that was ringing. 

“Yes tell me”

There was a cracking voice at the other end of the phone then a hoarse voice rang through the phone. 

“Boss, we have the woman in our custody” 

The young Boss sighed in relief, but his cold expression did not change a bit as he replied. “What of the goods? Did you find them in her possession?” 

“No Boss, but we made sure that we caught the right person and took her to your room”

His brows knitted. what is he talking about? Did they take a woman to his room? His hold on the phone tightened. 

“What are you saying? Did you take a woman to my room? Have you forgotten she is a client?”

The man on the other end of the phone must as well be shocked like the others with his cold voice for he was silent for a long time before replying with a stutter.

“The... The...Grandstand Master ordered it” 

The atmosphere grew heavy, everyone following him knew that today was their doomsday if anyone made a slight cough.

“Did you take orders from Grandpa or me? Did you take me as a joke?” 

The man on the other end knows that he doesn't dare make another sentence or else his life will come to an end. 

Without waiting, he walked briskly towards his room and shut the door to the face of the group following him, he removed his coat and tie and tossed it across the wardrobe. 

He was the only one in the room and then, 'click' the door was shut. Before he had time to know what was happening his phone rang from the bed which he had thrown it.

He checked the caller ID: Grandpa

He picked it up while trying to open the door, he heard a cheeky old voice from the other end. "Hi son, Have you seen what I prepared for you? How can you let beautiful clients like that go?" 

"Grandpa, what are you doing? That woman took our goods to the wrong vendor, she was still owing me $50,000, that's why I ordered her to be brought to me" Miguel argued. 

He knows that not much of an argument could make his grandfather submit to a resolve. 

"Enjoy it, son, if you had gotten yourself married, I wouldn't have to do that" The old man ended the call. When he tried returning it, the number was not reachable again.

Miguel Rodriguez stood outside the bathroom door he noticed that there was someone there with an angered look. The sound of water droplets could be heard from outside where he was standing. 

With his lips distorted at a strange stiff angle, he pushed the door open. She was owing his company $50,000 and she had the guts to take a bath in his room?

Soft hums were heard behind the white veil dividing the bathroom and the bathtub where he was standing. She can even hum as if it was her house.

His feet became rooted as water vapor from the water heater she was using escaped through under the veil and clouded his face. 

As the vapor disappeared, and the white veil dragged to the side, he saw the woman.

There was a woman in his bathroom!

He saw her long exquisite first, followed by her simple pretty face and full lips. Her big eyeballs were lively like a geographical Galaxy screen. 

Miguel Rodriguez who was used to seeing many beautiful ladies before this and most would do anything to see his smile was stunned.

Is she the client who owed him money? Looking closer at her, he became very convinced that she was not the person.

He rushed back to his room and put a call through again, 

"I hope you have said your last prayers for tonight, you'll become a dead meat?" 

The latter from across the phone was shaking from head to toe now, he knew he was in deep trouble.

They had taken the wrong person!

Without expecting his reply, Miguel continued: "Find the real woman and kill her! prepare for your funeral as well as hers! Nobody trespasses and go Scott free"

Then he hung up and waited for her to step out.

Miguel Rodriguez, the head honcho of the Agatha Mafia group, the notorious drug dealer and the most competent business mogul, was in total awestruck as the lady walked out of the bathroom.

She was indeed beautiful even more than most sluts he had seen so far. Most are used to Makeup and facial surgeries but the lady standing before him exuded natural beauty from head to toe. 

The lady looked directly into his face, and then he saw her lively eyes very well, and slowly she reached her hand out. 

What is she doing? Is she trying to dance tango with him before Introducing herself or hasn't she noticed that she was mistaken for someone else?

When she received no response from Miguel, she suddenly grabbed his pants! His muscles froze up as her hand touched his skin.

His skin crawled more on his body as she ttraced theeagle tattoo that was broadly on his chest. 

This was the first time he felt something under his pants stir up as if a sleeping dogwas awakenedn. His body was suddenly displaying some sort of unpleasant reaction that he had never felt before. 

He wanted to push her back. He wanted to say to her face that she was caught in place of another person, but something in him didn't want her to leave. Which had never happened before, he only made sure any lady that ended up on his bed got the better sex of their life even though he wasn't feeling it.

What is happening? Did she drug him or what? Her innocent big eyes kept boring into his, thus he was left cluelesabouton what to do. 

Before he could figure out his thoughts, she suddenly grabbed his hands and dragged him toward the bed and made him fall on it see towered over him like a looming doom and slowly kissed his lips. 

She looked at him with those wide stary eyes and said,

 "Kiss me"