"I'm breaking my boundaries for you, I'm boxing every negative thought of mine, I'm literally going my way out for you...please don't hurt me."
"Never. I'll never hurt you, Myra. Just trust me, I'm mafia, but I'm not a monster."
"I can't believe it...
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As I settled down on the plush couch in my suite, exhausted, I muttered to myself, “Finally, some rest.”
It was 3:30 a.m. and Zayn had ventured out to the hotel garden for some fresh air, while I craved the solace of my room.
Just as I was about to close my eyes and sleep, I heard a knock on the door. I let out an annoyed sigh and called out, “Who is it?”
A male voice came from the other side, “Sir, it’s me, the manager.” I clenched my teeth, trying to keep my anger in check.
“Come in,” I reluctantly said, permitting him to enter.
He opened the door and stepped inside, looking nervous. I cut him off before he could say anything, my voice firm. “You better have a good reason for disturbing me.”
He stammered, clearly intimidated by my presence. “Y-yeah, sir.” I could see the sweat forming on his forehead. “For your relaxation, I’ve got something special planned to help you unwind,” he quickly explained, his voice trembling.
My curiosity sparked, and I raised an eyebrow, asking, “Huh? What do you mean?”
A sly smile played on the manager’s lips as he replied, “Sir, just wait here. I’m sending her.” With that, he spun and walked away, leaving me excited.
I took off my blazer and unbuttoned a few buttons on my shirt, allowing myself to breathe a little easier. The room was quiet as I waited for the mysterious visitor the manager had promised.
A soft knock on the door broke the silence, and I called out, “Come in.” The door opened, revealing a vision of beauty standing before me.
My gaze wandered from her head to toe as she stood before me. She was dressed in a crisp white shirt and a blue skirt that ended just above her knees. Her shirt pocket bore the hotel’s name, lending professionalism to her look.
