Impressing the Clients

6

We were on our way back to the hotel, I sent Ian a text, "hey baby, it's around 4A.M. here and we're on our way home. Kyle's totally knocked out drunk. I know it's around 11 there, hope you're having a good time with the guys."

He replied almost immediately, "yeah, we're still out. 2nd night in a row, I feel like a bachelor. I hope you behaved yourself out there."

I know he's teasing, "I did behave. Do I get a reward?" Adding a wink at the end and sent it. "Don't start. It's only been a day after you left and you're making it harder for me than it already is," he warned me.

I giggled and sent a selfie showing off my cleavage to him. "You're really making it harder for me, baby. Don't make me fly there," oh how I love teasing him.

I was a fucking horny drunken girl. All thanks to the gorgeous man I'll never see again.

We arrived at the hotel and one of the doormen volunteered to help me with my baggage that is my passed out friend. We laid him down in his room and I proceeded to mine. I took a quick shower and got ready for bed.

Just when I was about to get a deep sleep. The hotel phone beside my bed rang. Great!

"What?" Pissed at whoever on the other line is. "Ms. Santiago, someone here is requesting to be invited in your room," the front desk politely said. "Tell whoever that person is that I am not accepting visitors, I am just about to sleep, stop bothering me," I banged the phone harshly back to its machine.

Drifting slowly back to sleep, I heard a loud continuous knocks on my door. "FUCK!" I jumped out of bed ready to punch whoever it was on the other side of the door.

"I TOLD YOU, NO VISITORS—," I was stopped yelling when I saw that a very drunk Marco is right in front of me.

"What the fuck are you doing here?! Did you had me fucking followed?! You piece of shit!" I lunged at him punching his chest, slapping his face. None of my efforts mattered, he's too strong and tall. He hugged me restraining me from hitting him more, pushing me back inside my room.

"FUCK YOU! YOU ARE TRESPASSING!" I tried pushing him away.

"Relax, I'm just here to rest, I'm not gonna make a move on you," he said as he let me go. Confused and angry, I yelled at his face, "THEN WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU HERE?! DON'T YOU HAVE A HOME?!" He waved me off as he laid down the couch and close his eyes saying, "too lazy to go upstairs, lady. Now, go back to your bed, both of us want to sleep." I was still so pissed.

Did he just said upstairs? No time to fucking care. I need to kick him out. "You fucking psycho! Get out of here!" I slapped his face multiple times to wake him up. No movement at all.

Fucking great! Just fucking great!

I stomped my way into my room and locked it behind me. Not taking any chances with that beautiful crazy bastard!

Sleep consumes me eventually.

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It's already past noon and I felt hungry and dehydrated. I got up, prayed that the hot psycho isn't on my couch anymore and opened the door.

Thankfully, no one's there. But I was shocked to see take out food on my table with a note beside it, "sorry for barging in last night. Didn't remember going to your place. Accept my apology in this lunch I've bought you," I opened the container and suddenly felt hungrier. This smelled delicious. Returning back to the note, "PS. If you had just given me your number last night, I would've stopped bothering you. So you're at fault here too."

Fucking psycho.

I ate it all up. Eggs, fried rice, sausages and some corn salad on the side.