My client's son

SHELDON

The door was freaking open. I didn't lock it because I wasn't expecting anyone to intrude.  

Dealing with intruders has never been an issue in a hotel for me. Everyone was supposed to mind their business, right? 

So, how in the world did this guy get in and Mr. Morgan wasn't fighting or making calls to have his ass arrested. 

I couldn't d******d what was going on.

"Who...who are you?" I shivered pulling the stranger's attention to myself. He glanced at me, showing his cocked brow. His faux stare doesn't last as his eyes drift back to the man who's transfixed.

That's just perfect.

"So, this is where you're having a business meeting, dad." Whispered the stranger. "I was thinking there would be more men and zero nudity." 

'Dad.' That's the only thing I'm left with to question.

I put the missing pieces together so fast and my heart panged on realizing the young man's identity.

He's my client's son!  

Mr. Morgan's flesh and blood.

My hands tremble as I got the decency to cover myself with the sheets. 

Now, this is not an exciting father and son bonding.

"Get out." Mr. Morgan bellowed, his thick brows arching over his eyes.

I thought I didn't hear him well the first time until he repeated his order.

"Get out." 

I didn't need to ask before I received the hunch that he was referring to me. 

What was I thinking?

Of course, the father and son needed some alone time to talk things through.

I'm an outsider who should vanish before things escalate.

I hopped out of the bed, tightly holding the sheets—

"Not you, Sheldon." Mr. Morgan stated.

I froze, feeling my stomach churn with worry.

Not...me?

"Dad." The stranger interrupted watching his father stand up to his feet. I glimpsed at the disdain on his face but it cleared into nothing in just a second. "Why should I be the one to leave? Don't you feel ashamed for what you're doing behind your wife's back?" 

"What exactly am I doing?" Mr. Morgan shadily queried.

"Really? You don't see anything wrong in this?" 

"No, I don't. This is none of your business, son. It's only between your mother and me. You have no right to pop out of nowhere and pose as a saint. I can't believe you would stalk me after all my sacrifices." He bickered.

"Your sacrifices are trash as long as you can't be loyal to mom. Do whatever you want, just as I'll do whatever I want." 

The young man turned around to leave but paused when his father started talking again.

"You won't do anything stupid, will you? Your mother has a heart condition. If you give her such pieces of bad news, she might suffer a heart attack again. Let's not step on each other's toes, shall we? It's better to leave this situation as it is." 

"You don't care about mom's health. So, spare me that nonsense!" 

Right after the scream, he rushed back to his father like he was ready to fight him.

That's my cue to leave. I can't be here at this moment. Mostly for my safety and my fear was speaking through me. I grabbed my dress as fast as I could and wore them immediately after my feet touched the floor. I zipped up with shaky hands and reached for my purse next. Then, I aimed for the door.

Luckily, the two men are so distracted with each other that they don't notice me making a run for it.

When I got outside, I heard Mr. Morgan call my name but there was literally no way I'm going back in there. He doesn't expect us to fuck around with his son in the room. That would be outrageous.

I hopped into a taxi while contemplating on if I should call Winter and let her know what had happened. 

She was void of pity and won't waste time mocking me with the ordeal. It might be better for me not to involve her. It's already bad news that I won't be getting paid tomorrow morning. 

On my way up to my small apartment, my shoes started tormenting my feet so I had to take them off. That action ended up making me feel embarrassed when I bumped into my next-door neighbor, Quentin. 

He's good-looking alright but he's also a manslut. He constantly makes it hard for me to sleep at night because the numerous women he brings over to his place moan so loud. 

I smiled at him as I enjoy always posing as a good neighbor, it causes living here less unbearable.

"Hi, Shell." He grinned.

Sheldon. My name is Sheldon. 

I always want to correct him but I let it pass this time.

"I want to apologize for not being able to make it to your mom's funeral." He muttered.

"It's fine. It's really not a big deal." I dismissively replied while heading for my door.

"Okay, if you want to ever talk about it, I'm just a knock away." He silkily offered.

Yeah, he's just a cock away I suppose. 

I nodded before disappearing into my cave. I headed for the shower despite the night being so cold.

I might consider Quentin's offer to come over to his flat but then, I don't see a need to talk about my mom's death. 

She told me not to worry about it and that she was in a better place. I'll miss her but there's no sad emotion I felt while burying her. 

Instead, I feel stuck since she made me promise her I would stop whoring around. I didn't want to come back to this after making the promise but I'm simply trapped.

I asked Winter for assistance because I didn't have the gut to call any of the men I usually meet with. She decided to help and here we are with the whole plan being folded. 

And I strongly don't want to believe my mother's ghost caused whatever went wrong tonight. 

The bath was worth it as I snuggled up in my bed reading a book. I would have been in the company of my cat except I left her with a friend because I was traveling home. 

Now that I'm back, I'll have to go bring her home.

I sigh loudly when a wailing faint moan erupted in the atmosphere and I quickly figured out it was Quentin having the time of his life with another girl.  

Needing to get some fresh air, I went outside to a near convenience store to buy some snacks. 

Walking lifelessly down the filled streets, I realized I didn't wear a coat or something to shield me from the cold. Since this one's on me, I forgive myself and just hurried up to the store. 

Once in, I searched for what I could get.

During the whole rush, I heard someone enter the mart. Not that I was the only one there but this particular new presence caught my attention.

Looking around unconsciously, my eyes explode with shock on seeing him.

The very intruder that gave me a run for it. 

Mr. Morgan's son. 

I can hardly believe my eyes!

Before he glimpsed toward me, I was already hiding behind a stall, basically moving with instinct. I accidentally knocked some canned tomatoes over and my chest heaved with fear. 

I might be a shameless whore but I don't dare to meet someone who just caught his father in bed with another woman. 

He doesn't look like an unreasonable guy I can just insult my way through. 

He's different. 

Or maybe I'm just terrified of how he approached his dad.

But what if he's trying to hurt me by stalking me all the way here?

I started having flash imaginations of him being a serial killer and now, he's after me for being with his father.