Imprisoned By Mr Red |Short Story| 🔞

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"I'll deal with you later." I yelled in frustration as I checked my wrist watch. My working shift was finally over. I looked at the man sitting in front of me and got up from my chair. I stretched my limbs and grabbed my Glock 22 and fixed it in my holster. I walked out of the cell building handling the keys to my junior who was right on time for his night shift.

The day had been very tiring. I couldn't even lift my limbs. I jogged my way to the parking only to find the only love of my life staring right back at me. I smiled and walked in the direction. We had now been together for two years and came to work together.  I smiled sheepishly admiring my boyfriend, my very sexy hunky Harley Davidson CVO Breakout. It was my twentieth birthday gift by my dad, the same day I got my dream service.

My cellphone rang loudly which broke our locked gaze. I checked the caller ID and it was my mother, my second ever love. My dad was my first love. Without delaying I picked up her call.

"Mom" I cooed and heard her chuckle.

"Are you ready, honey ?" She asked in her melodious voice.

Freak ! I forgot that I was supposed to have a dinner night out with my parents today and here I was struck in so much of work. I was going to be super late.

"Oh ! Mom...I'll be a little late. I was struck up with some work." I replied and imagined her nodding her at my reply.

"I really don't understand your work. Anyway, don't be too late. Your dad has a meeting with some Italian clients in the late night." With that she hung up and I ran to my Harley Davidson.

My parents were one of the important people in the business world. They owned many of the hotels around the world plus my dad had spread his airlines company in almost every continent. He was counted in world's richest businessmen.

I ignited my bike and headed to my apartment.

******

I dressed in a skinfit thick white dress and painted my lips cherry red. I pressed my hair into light curls and with a pair of high red heels I was done. It was a fact that if somebody ever sees me in the morning he'd assume of me being a boring and colourless personality but no, my life was still colorful.

I turned around and grabbed my clutch from the table. I stopped immediately when I heard a shattering of glass. I looked at the floor only to find the pieces of glass laying broken and shattered.

"Freak !" I muttered. Mom always told me breaking of glass was not a good sign. I never believed her superstitions believes but today I had a gut feeling that something would go wrong. Like something was going to happen. I had this jitter inside me which was never there before.

"Everything's cool." I took a deep breath and looked at my reflection on the mirror. I didn't look bad. I sighed and grabbed my Glock 22 and put it inside my clutch bag.

"I'm the worst thing that can happen to a person. What wrong can ever happen to me." With a light chuckle I walked out of my apartment to my backup boyfriend Rolls Royce. I got inside and drove fast to my destination.

My cellphone beeped with a message. I checked it was from my junior Jenna.

'Conference at ten, tomorrow.' It said.

"Alright" I mumbled internally.

I looked up at the big hotel in front of me. 'Evara Paradise' It said in bold. It belonged to my dad. I hurried inside and made my way to the hotel's restaurant. But I wanted to use restroom first. So, I turned other way.

The long corridor was as silent as grave. It screamed of chill giving fear and horror but I was much capable to fight anything like that. As I kept walking my eyes landed on a tall structure standing in a dark section of the corridor. As I neared, I realized it was a man.

I kept walking. I gazed the man who was standing so still and unmoving. His back was resting against the cold wall. He was dressed in a big black pullover and sky light denim. He even had big shades on even in the dark surrounding. I was never a person to be intimidated but his aura made me suddenly nervous. I could feel my heart beating faster than its regular pace. I had never seen someone so gorgeous. He looked sinfully attractive from what I could see but next thing he did made him so unattractive to me.

He puffed a cigar and blew rings in air.

Oh ! I hated smokers.

My face scrunched up at the smell of cigar. My eyes landed on the 'no smoking zone' board in front of the man. Involuntarily, my values and ethics told me to face him and teach him a good lesson.

I walked to him but then strong smell of Attar mixed with cigar hit my nostrils. It made me feel dizzy. It wasn't just any simple cigar, I could feel its effect even when I wasn't the person puffing it.

I tapped the man on shoulder and he turned around half and pulled his shades away. As he pulled away, I saw he had a scorpion tattooed onto his right profile. His perfect eyebrows arched at me. He had something tattooed above his left eyebrow in calligraphy. His ears were pierced and I was gobbsmacked by the colour of his dark green crystal eyes. He was a man to wait and gawk at but looking at him only gave me chills and scare. I knew he wondered why I was bothering him. He looked at me properly but in a way which made me uncomfortable. His eyes rested on my curves for long.

"Room no. 208" He smirked and turned around again.

WHAT ! What the hell was he even thinking ? It only showed what a cranky personality he had. I was offended by his words but I chose to stay calm. I didn't want to burst.

"Excuse me Mr...You are smoking in a no smoking zone. It's prohibited here." I tapped his shoulder again and this time he turned around giving me a full view of his white teeth. He looked really handsome with perfectly defined sharp jawlines but the gross thing in his hand plus his mentality were too low.

"Listen, get the hell out of here before I fück you right here against this cold wall." He said through gritted teeth. He had crossed all his limits. How could he say such thing to me.

"You can't smoke here." I whispered yelled at him and with that he grabbed my arm and pushed me against the wall. His free hand held me to the wall and with another he blew rings on my face disgusting me. With all my might I pushed him away. He stumbled back a little. He looked at me in disbelief but then he smirked. I wanted to wipe off the smirk on his face.

Another thing I knew, my temper flared as he tried to touch my breast, my hand made a sharp contact with his cheek. He was shocked but another second his murderous eyes were throwing daggers at me.

"Better learn to behave Mr....."

I warned him and walked away without glancing at him again.

****To Be Continued****

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