Aiden's POV
I followed her... I saw her get in the car and go to lunch with Mr. Hotshot.... I saw them flirting.... I was pissed. I already knew what they are gonna end up doing and when they got in the car again and drove to a hotel.... I almost lost it. I marched up to the front desk and demanded to know which room Ana was in. The man at the front desk was obviously scared and quickly looked up the information I needed. Room 243 floor 12. Okay. I get onto the elevator and make my way up to her room. I march down the hallway fully intending to knock on the door when I hear her. "Ooooooooh Mark, harder Mark. Faster Mark!!!". I saw red. I was fuming. How dare another man lay his hands on my Ana. My Ana? What the hell is going on. She would just be a good fuck. "Oooooh" she moans again, I feel myself harden in my pants. No little Aiden... This is NOT the time. I was going to wait until the little shit Mr. Hotshot got out here and I was going to give him a piece of my mind... And maybe my fist... I am knocked out of my own thoughts by the sound of a door slamming. I look up and almost lunge at the man in front of me staring at me. He is in boxer shorts and clutching his clothes in his hand. He smirks at me, "you jealous I just got some and you can't?". What the actually fuck. Who does this guy think he is. "Listen here Hotshot, you are a grown ass man wearing batman boxers in the middle of a hotel after I am assuming, getting kicked out of the room because you couldn't satisfy the sexy lady behind the door. Now I suggest you hurry on back to your office sluts and leave the poor woman alone". I all but shout at him. He is gaping before he comes to his senses, slams his jaw shut, and marches down the hallways to the elevator. I face Ana's door and only then can I hear what sounds like sobbing through the door. I rapidly knock at the door to make sure everything is okay. The door swings open... And there stand Ana... Completely and utterly naked with a frown on her face "Mark I told you I don't -" her sentence trails off once she realizes it is my standing there openly appreciating her full, voluptuous breasts, her smoothly shaved kitty without an ounce of hair, and her lightly tanned, tiny but curvy body. Oh dear lord, I can't help it but groan at the sight of her. As if realizing that it is me for the first time "oh shit" she squeaks before slamming the door shut in my face.
YOU ARE READING
City Lights, CEO's, and Wicked Dreams - ON HOLD TEMPORARILY
Teen FictionAnastasia Frome is a 22 year old, EXTREMELY beautiful woman, new to New York. She is oblivious to the fact that men would kill for her, and see's herself as average, unattractive even. She is just trying to find a new job, condo, and possibly some r...
