Seducing The Hotelier (UNEDITED VERSION)

Chapter 26: Roses are red violets are blue Please Get Lost Will You?

I have always been a little shy

I've always been the quiet type till now

And I never let my feelings show

I never let anybody know

Just how much I was so deep in love

But now that you're in my arms

[Chorus]

I'm gonna stand on a rooftop, climb up a mountaintop

Baby, scream and shout

I wanna sing it on the radio, show it on a video

Baby, leave no doubt

I want the whole world to know just what I'm all about

I love to love you out loud

(Wiz Khalifa; Love You Out Loud Lyrics)

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Nicolas quickly got off of the car as soon as he park it in front of his entrance. He threw the keys to the valet and he didn't care if he catch it or not. He strode hastily inside the grand foyer, then he saw Alfred, Myla, Jorge looking apprehensive..

"Where is Adriana?" Nicolas asked them with his brooding face. He had this feelings that he didn't want to acknowledge..

"She-..she."

"SHE WHAT?" Nicolas growled to Myla.

"Phoebe came over and said something that made her upset and she left with Nicolai fours hours ago." Jorge explained calmly.

"WHAT?" Nicolas bellowed. Suddenly, he felt enrage. "And, what did that trollop said?" Nicolas see red and he was just trying to hold it at bay. He wanted to strangle Jorge's neck, so as Phoebe.

"She said.. about a bet Sir.." Jorge trailed off, as he stood stiffly like a statue with his two hands clasped behind him.

"How did she know about the bet?" Nicolas couldn't understand.. Unless one of those bartenders in their room relate it to her.

"Dammit!" Nicolas grumbled under his throat. "Why didn't you tell me right away?" Nicolas growled and turned to everyone who was looking at him with fear.

FUCK!

"And what is Phoebe doing here? And how the hell did she got in?"

"I don't know Sir. I just saw her getting out from her car, then I stop-"

"That tramp. She had done so much, she's going to regret this!" Nicolas run his one hand through his hair, trying to calm his temper. Alfred, Myla and Jorge didn't finish his words since Nicolas wasn't interested, while he was looking apprehensive and fear is evidence in their eyes. The thick air permeated the room, and Alfred, Myla and Jorge was breaking cold sweats each seconds.

"Call Christian, Alfred. Tell him, I'm leaving now to Florence." Nicolas face Alfred with a toic cold eyes, hiding the boiling temper at bay, not to scare his employees.

"Ye-yes, Sir." Alfred scurries away, and Nicolas face Myla.

"Did she take all their clothes?" Nicolas tried to soften his voice. Myla looks like she's close to crying.