Chapter 27 -- Remove your panties.
"He didn''t take your number or give you his number, what in the Kurt Cobation-" M yelled and De
almost hit her with the pillow cases in her my hand. It also made herugh because?what in the Kurt
Cobation?was the was a phrase they made up so Leo wouldn''t know they were cursing. M was crazy
about Nirvana and specifically Kurt Cobain so it was of course her idea to use his name and De just
went along with it.
"Yeah-" De gave her a lip sided smile.
"You practically went on this awesome thrilling date and he didn''t leave his number, that''s weird." She
said thoughtfully sitting on the King size bed they were done fixing.
"It wasn''t a date, M. How many times should I tell you that ?" De blushed. De was also a tad bit
worried that he didn''t leave any of his contacts or a way to get a hold of him. She had went back to the
same Starbucks throughout thest three days hoping he would be there or something but nothing.
She wasn''t disappointed, maybe a little bit but it was too good to be true. He was handsome, fun,
charming, sarcastic and an absolute gentleman.
"It was. You guys hit it off right there and there." M diverted.
"You can''t seriously be thinking of seating in here for another hour ?" De red at M who was
slumped on the King size bed, which was meant for guests. She only gave her a small smile. M had
this habit of seating in the royal suite, avoiding any more duties, using the wifi and pouring herself a
ss of bourbon maybe dressing up in thedies expensive branded clothing.
"Just for a few minutes, I''m tired." She sighed typing on her iPhone 5. "I didn''t sleep a winkst night,
the club Savanah was just insane." She huffed making herselffortable on the bed.
"If the guests catch you, I''m not talking to the manager for you." De said sternly.
"He won''t be here right now, you know royal suites are usually upied by super rich business tycoons
and they are never around here at eleven am." She exined.
"M!!!" De grumbled.
"Do you want some?" She said jumping of the bed and going to the small ss coffee table with
refreshments for the guests preferably Hennessy. De immediately shook my head in disbelief.
"Just one." She protested.
"No, M. I better get going to the next suite." De said fixing my grey uniform. It was a red dress
that had buttons at the front and a white cor. M always said it looked so good on her like it wasn''t
even a uniform. It tightened on her hips and made all the guests ufortable if they ever brought
their husbands or boyfriends.
"I thought justst week this suite was empty." De said thoughtfully.
"I checked with Masha at the reception just so I could be sure that I can crash here for a few hours."
She gulped down her whiskey her face immediately souring. "She said Molinero whatever has booked
this suite for a couple of days, i knew then and there. It was some old geyser who is filthy rich and
damn right he won''t be staying indoors."
Suddenly the door flipped open making M panic, her ss went crashing on mahogany floor. A man
with a strong built entered dressed in a ck suit, followed by a man who was in his sweat pants and a
ck t-shirt holding a water bottle. He was a sweaty mess and and his back hair sticker on his
forehead. He was handsome, M thought and She was also in shit ton of trouble.
"Felipé you may wait outside." The man said with authority. The man in a ck suit made his way out
leaving the two bbergasted women with Alfredo Molinero.
"Good day sir, we were just fixing your suite seeing as you had went out for a bit." De was quick to
say, she had to say something knowing that M was all talk no action. M stood there stuck like a
child caught stealing from the cookie jar.
"Ad McCarthy ?" Alfredo read slowly on her name tag. She felt nervous, he was intimidating.
"Yes, sir." She replied.
He nodded then corked his head to M who was looking down finding the mahogany floor much more
interesting.
"That''s M." De spoke for her friend who was now mute. M had never acted like this she was
always the talk of the show.
"I want her to say it herself." He smirked, saying this in his Mexican ent. He sat his Fiji water bottle
on the table walking towards them.
"I''m so sorry." M blurted out.
"Why are you sorry ?" He said sitting himself on the ck leather sofa.
"She broke the ss." De said quickly by the looks of things, it looked like M would confess.
"What''s your name?" Alfredo teased M.
"It''s M Rivera." She stuttered. De was shocked, she had never seen her friend like this.
"Unfortunately M-" He said her name smoothly. "You have to pay for that."
"But-" M had on her grey uniform and her hair in a pony tail. M had a slender figure aspared
to De who was slender and curvy.
"Miss. McCarthy you may leave us." The man stated making De feel horrible for her friend. She
would be sure to talk to Garreth, they couldn''t fire her. She wouldn''t allow that to happen even if it
meant she had to use the ''her dad owns more shares in the hotel'' card.
De gave M a reassuring smile before leaving. The click of the door being closed frightened M.
Alfredo knew that the one he had to pursue was Ad McCarthy but he couldn''t do it not when the
most fascinating woman he had ever met was standing right infront of him. M Rivera, he
remembered how she dancedst night at Club Savanah, all eyes were on her. He sat there in the VIP
section with a few strippers dancing infront of him and some touching him as he nursed the whisky in
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his hand. He watched her from a far. She was dressed a ck little tight dress, her ck her wavy, her
tanned skin glowing. He knew he had to have her.
and he did, the whole night.
firstly in the washroom.
secondly in his ck SUV.
thirdly in a nearby hotel.
"I''m sorry." M repeated. She wasn''t sure if it was for breaking the ss or fucking him then leaving in
the morning without even a nce.
"For leaving me without a name, a note, a number ?" He said slowly standing up, his frame towered
over her. She bit her lip.