Flames of Obsession (18+) || D.E. Book 2 || FreenBecky [Completed]

Chapter 9: Mission Over Feelings

Becky, Tre, and I entered the hotel using different entrances at different times. I went through the main entrance alone while Tre and Becky went in through the back. We had to be careful not to alert the guards about our plan.

"You're Ms. Chankimha, right?" the person at the front desk asked, and I nodded. She checked the monitor to see which room I was supposed to meet Hazza in. "VVIP Room 2, Ms. Chankimha. Please proceed to the right, and you can use the VVIP elevator."

I smiled and nodded, making my way through the hallway. People turned to look at me because of the outfit I was wearing—a red satin sleeveless mini dress with a side slit and cowl neck. Following the employee's instructions, I entered the elevator. However, there were two men inside who inspected my dress. The elevator doors opened, and I saw Hazza standing in front of me, wearing a gray suit. He smiled and extended his hand to help me.

"You look gorgeous, Ms. Chankimha." He kissed the back of my hand and led me to the room he had arranged for the two of us. He also dismissed the men to ensure we wouldn't be interrupted.

"Have you eaten?" I asked, placing my purse on the bedside table.

"Nope, but I've ordered. Are you hungry?" he asked, locking the door. He approached me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"A little bit, but I can see that you can't wait," I chuckled, placing my arms around his neck.

If Hazza wasn't so important, I would have twisted his neck instead of pretending to enjoy his company. What a jerk.

"Such a beautiful dress," he complimented, slowly pulling down the strap on my shoulder. "But you're even more beautiful when it's off. Don't you think?" He smiled and kissed my neck while caressing my shoulder.

Ugh, where is Becky? This guy's lips are making me sick.

Hazza sat on the edge of the bed and made me sit on his lap, continuing to kiss my neck. He chuckled when he realized I wasn't responding to his touch.

"It's so hard to find your soft spot, huh?" he asked, continuing to kiss my neck.

I discreetly rolled my eyes and pretended to gasp, even though I couldn't feel anything. Damn it, where are they?

There was a knock on the door, and I smiled momentarily. My baby's here. I was about to open it when Hazza stopped me. He grabbed a remote, and the door opened, revealing Becky with a trolley.

Damn it, I didn't expect that.

Hazza continued kissing my collarbone and shoulder while my eyes were fixed on Becky. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she fought them back. When Hazza finally stopped, he turned to Becky and smiled.

"Can you stay here? So we can have an audience?" He mischievously asked, about to remove my dress, but I interrupted him.

"Can we eat first? I'm starving now," I said.

Hazza nodded, and I stood up. I made my way to the table where Becky had placed all the food and motioned for me to sit. She served us wine, and we waited for Hazza to drink it. When he fell unconscious, I asked Becky to help me undress him and move him to the bed.

"Let's go, Freen," Becky reached for my hand, pain evident in her voice.

But I couldn't leave Hazza like this. He wouldn't believe it if there wasn't any evidence.

"I need to do something. Can you turn around so you won't see?" I asked.

Becky nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. I knew how heartbreaking it was for her to witness me in that position. It was unexpected—I thought I would be the one opening the door.

I left a kiss mark on Hazza's neck before pulling Becky away to escape. Tre took care of everything to make it look like something truly happened between me and Hazza.

When we arrived at the manor, Becky went straight to her room, and I followed her. She cried endlessly, and I knew it was my fault.

"Becky, I'm sorry..." I apologized, embracing her tightly, but she continued to weep.

Becky's body trembled, and she even punched my back, urging me to let her go. Tears welled up in my eyes too as I realized the immense pain she had endured moments ago. If I were in her shoes, I couldn't imagine seeing her go through something like that with a guy.

"I'm sorry," I cried.

I didn't shed tears often, but that night, I cried like never before. I thought everything had numbed me, but seeing Becky like this made me want to disappear. How could I have hurt her?

Becky pulled me into the bathroom and washed me herself. She used too much soap on my neck as tears streamed down her face. When she ran out of strength, she threw the soap and curled up on the floor. I crawled over to her and hugged her tightly once again.

"It hurts, Freen. It fucking hurts here!" She shouted, pounding her chest. "Why did you have to get into this kind of job? Why did you have to sacrifice yourself for something?" she asked, sobbing loudly.

Becky left the bathroom, and anything she saw, she threw at me. I didn't dodge it, but she grew frustrated and pushed me again.

"Why won't you move? I'm hurting you!" She shouted, crying in my arms once more. "Look, you're wounded," she said, grabbing my hands.

Becky searched for a medical kit and found one. She put a band-aid on my hand, her hands trembling with rage and grief.

"I love you," I whispered.

Becky looked at me. "You do?" she asked.

"You have my heart, Becky. You mean the world to me."

Becky pulled me into a tight hug and cried again. "That's all I wanted to hear, Freen. The assurance that no one can have you except me."