A Secret Behind Walls

Chapter 3

I woke up from the sun that entered through the hotel room. It was a patronizing way to wake up to but you gotta do what you gotta do when you don't wanna get caught by the cops, even if it means waking up early - early for me being 10 AM. It was my fourth day staying in this hotel, the third morning I had to wake up due to the goddamn sun. Let me tell you, I am nowhere near getting used to this. In my room there were no blinds, only curtains and they were pretty much see-through so the sun lit the whole place not much after it rose up in the sky.

I don't even know what people do at 10 in the morning, there's nothing to do really. You can't get drunk because well, after waking up it's not exactly the greatest thing in the World. What's on TV is crap. And times like these are times where I wished I had brought a book with me, I may have killed someone but that doesn't mean I can't enjoy a good book every now and then.

What broke my train of thoughts on what to do was my stomach, that decided to start making these weird noises, telling me it was hungry. Since this was a fancy ass hotel of course it had room service and it seemed better than cooking or bothering to put on clothes to go eat somewhere out.

I was only wearing my boxers and I had been laying in bed for about thirty minutes before I finally made up my mind and grabbed the telephone that was provided to me by the hotel, for room service and help with any problems and questions that may had come up with the room and such, I figured one was given to every guest while they stayed at the hotel. It couldn't be used unless it was connected to some wire. So people couldn't steal it.

I picked it up and called room service, they told me what they had for breakfast to serve their guests. They had pretty much everything, from cereal - which isn't all that fancy for a hotel like this but I guess you're never too fancy to dislike cereal -, to waffles with chocolate and strawberries on top. I decided on eating the waffles because it's not every day that you can eat that. I don't have the patience to make that at home so I took advantage of this opportunity.

While I waited for my food I looked at the ceiling, thinking. Which isn't exactly the best thing to do, especially in the morning, it makes my head hurt. I probably shouldn't had been up until 3 AM drinking in the bar next to the hotel. I got completely shitfaced, I couldn't walk properly when I was returning to my room, it wasn't that long of a walk but I still managed to trip on my own feet a few times and landing on the ground, especially when I was going up the stairs, for some reason I didn't think of taking the elevator. It wasn't that much fun when you don't have someone who drink with you, the bar I went to didn't have that much people in it so it was kind of a bummer but after I felt the buzz I didn't care anymore.

I thought about my family, again, about my friends, my coworkers. What did all these people think of me now? Did some understand why I did it? They should, especially my coworkers, they knew perfectly well how my boss treated me. He treated everyone worse than his own shit but he definitely loathed me the most. Maybe some of them were grateful that they didn't have to deal with him anymore, or maybe they weren't because they might be out of a job right now.

I wondered if I had been on TV since the time I ran away but probably I didn't make it there (thankfully) since nobody had recognized me so far.

A knock on my door pulled me from my thoughts and I got up to go get it because I wasn't sure if these people that brought the food to the rooms, or whatever people need, have the key. They might but still I got up, only in my boxers, not caring who saw me in the them, and made my way to the door of the hotel room.

I unlocked the door quickly and in less than a second opened it.

The person that stood in front of me made me want to laugh my ass off and I still amaze myself at how I managed not to; maybe because of his stupid outfit, he was wearing a black tie, normal pants, black too, and a red blazer; maybe I wanted to laugh because it was the guy I saw at the pool, the one that was acting like he owned the World or something. Guess, he works at room service.

"Look who it is," I said with a wide smug smile on my face. He simply rolled his eyes at my actions and that's when I burst out laughing and stepped aside so he could walk in with the food. "Careful, now. Don't wanna be a rude employee to your costumers," I told him, directed at his attitude towards me.

He had some kind of tray with wheels and he left me my food in my table, he turned around with the tray and went to leave but I closed my door before he could. I just had to enjoy this sight a little while longer.

"Won't you serve me breakfast in bed?" I asked, pouting. When he didn't reply again I shook it off and continued. "Mr. Big-Shot, what are you doing here? Did you come back because you couldn't stay away from me, is that it?" I asked him before I licked my bottom lip and studying his features again. He didn't look amused at all.

The fake laugh he did cleared that he certainly wasn't. But I sure was.

"If you must, I would rather you treat me by my real name, thank you very much," he said, refering to me calling him 'Mr. Big-Shot', attitude in his voice but I didn't think much of it since I was, in fact, making fun of him. But hey, he was playing hard to get a few days ago.

"And what would that be?"

"Kellin."

I stood in between the door and him, I wanted to look at him because number 1, this was quite amusing and number 2, and not even gonna lie, he looked kinda hot in that outfit of his. I pictured him with that tie around his wrists instead of around his neck, him tied to my bed as I stood on top of him, fucking him senseless and making him scream out my name, the bed rocking and hitting the wall as I thrusted into him, hard and fast, him being helpless due to being tied up.

Wow, I really was frustrated, wasn't I?

A fuck was in much need right now.

"Can I leave now?" he said. He clearly wanted me to stop blocking the door and just get out, he wasn't finding it very funny being mocked by me but he brought it out on himself.

"Hm, don't think so," I told him as I shook my head and stepped closer to him. "I know, you're totally checking me out because I'm only in my boxers," he rolled his eyes and I chuckled. We both know it was true and he didn't deny it.

I put my hand on the bottom of his tie and grabbed it. He looked down at my hand and licked his bottom lip before biting it.

I was getting to him.

I knew it.

"Or are you gonna say you don't want a piece of me?" I bit my lip in the most seductive I could, I wanted him to say it, to admit it. I knew he wouldn't though, not this easily, but messing with him was such as fun,- well, or maybe not. Sex is pretty fun as well, I would rather do that instead of just talking and playing little games with him, much like he had done with me a few days before. This was some sort of payback, I suppose.

 I look down at his lips and leaned towards them slowly.

It happened slowly, not much like me but still. Our lips made contact, at first they just touched but then I moved them and he didn't hesitate much for someone who was supposedly trying to resist, or apparently didn't want me at all. I didn't feel much in the kiss because well, I mean, the guy is cute and all but I don't have feeling for him apart from the fact that I would love to throw him in the bed and have mind blowing sex with him.

His tongue was asking to come into my mouth and that's when I became sure I had him in the palm of my hand and when I pulled away from him with a wink before 'accidentally' touching his dick, with only his pants only separating it from my hand, and then getting away from the door so he could leave.

"Told you you couldn't stay away from me," I said devilishly before he groaned and left the room.

I chuckled and I thought to myself that maybe these few weeks, or longer, who knows, I would be staying here could turn out to be quite fun.