Impressing the Clients

7

Marco's POV

I woke up with the worst headache ever. I can't remember when was the last time I drank this much. Fuck!

I stood up from the couch I slept on and groaned, keeping my hand on my forehead, pressing hard to ease the worst hang over I ever had. I looked around and saw familiar layout of the place. I was in someone else's hotel room, in my hotel. I must've gone home with another girl.

But why was I in a couch and not on a bed?

I stood up, get to the fridge and drank a glass of cold water. It somehow helped my hangover a little bit. I tried to open the bedroom but it was locked.

I was locked out of a bedroom? That's strange.

I went back and sat on the couch and called in my head of security, Mark. When he arrived, he handed me two Tylenol to ease my hangover. "Refresh me from last night," I ordered him.

"When the girl you're with at club left you, you told me to have that girl followed to where she's staying and went to the VIP section and drank lots. You even invited me to join you in, which never happens. You even pointed your gun at me just to drink with you. So I obliged," Mark narrated.

"Fuck," I mumbled to myself, this was really the worst headache ever, "that still doesn't answer where I am, Mark," I said to him.

"Then when we emptied the bottle, you ordered me to bring you to the girl's location, which was here in your hotel," he said. "We drove here and you insisted on sleeping with the girl than go to your penthouse. So I asked the front desk to the call and tell the girl that she has a visitor. She refused and the moment you knew she wouldn't let you in, you threw everything in your way. Lobby was a mess, good thing it was still dawn. Only a few people were down there," he continued.

"You refused to sleep on your penthouse and you went banging this girl's door. You shoved her inside this unit and that's the last time I saw you," he finished.

"Paula," I mumbled to myself. The only girl who had my attention last night.

"Thanks, Mark. Wait for me at the penthouse," I said as I lay on the couch again. He nodded and did as I ordered.

I closed my eyes and reminisce last night.

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Last night.

I went to the club to ease the tension from my last meeting my brother. We're currently looking into new business ventures and we had very different opinions. He wanted to expand and agree to a partnership in the US. I told him to slow down and think this through, at least after we solve who's behind the bombing at our place.

So here I was at the club, at my usual VIP corner at the upper floor overlooking the dance floor at the lower level, just drinking and watching people have fun. I finished a bottle of whiskey on my own and decided to come home early and set my brother straight tomorrow morning with his business plan.

I was still holding my last glass of whiskey as I walked down the stairs and just when I passed the bar, I saw the most captivating lady I had ever seen.

She's Asian, a first for me.

Her hair looked messy yet sexy, I imagined it balled up in my hand while I pile drive her from the back.

And that dress. Fucking god, that dress hugged her figure so tight, I can practically outline the shape of the body without any trouble.

I checked her out thoroughly and, damn, that slit on her dress, that's where I would love to start ripping her clothes all the way up until she's just in her underwear. That was, if she's wearing one.

I smiled at the thought.

Her ass was pressed on the stool, and for a moment I wished I was the stool so I can feel her ass against me. Fuck, she was so beautiful. So inviting.

I gotta have her. Target locked.

I stayed on my spot as I watched her. She called out the bartender and ordered herself a glass of whiskey on the rocks. Nice choice.

She was about to pay and that's my cue. I approached her from the back, and fuck she smelled divine. That's it, I was sure I was gonna fuck her tonight.

"Put in on my tab, Tom," I ordered the bartender and he immediately gave her money back. She looked at me, the way every girl looked at me. I saw her checked me out and got all embarrassed so she looked away. Cute.

"I can pay for my own drinks, you know," she said confidently. Cute and feisty. Just the way I like it. I sat beside her, with my back and elbows leaning on the bar counter. I answered back, telling her I just wanted to pay for it.

Then she talked back that I had a good opening line. Fuck yeah, it was a good opening line. It never failed me, and it won't fail me this time. I boasted my good record and she just commented that the girls who went home with me were drunk and dumb. I almost can't believe what I was hearing.

Looks like this piece of delicious meal wrapped in a fucking hot lady is gonna be a challenge.

I checked her out again and hell I was definitely sure I was gonna fuck her brains out tonight.

But to my surprise, she didn't flirt back. She just walked away and told me to keep my tab open so she can get more drinks later. Who the fuck is this lady?

Pissed that my charm didn't work on her, I grabbed a bottle of another whiskey and went to the back office. "Keep an eye on that girl," I told Mark.

I sat on my desk and drank. Halfway through the bottle, I was becoming more and more frustrated. "Mark!" I called out, "get me that girl."

One of the men went for her and I waited. Anxious, I didn't notice I had been continuously drinking down my whiskey.

"Mark, I don't have all night!" I shouted. That's when, Oliver, the man who called her, came back. Alone. Fucking hard headed girl.

"She won't come, sir," Oliver stated. "Did you do everything you could?" I gritted my teeth. "I asked her couple of times, sir. I figured I can't force her, there's a lot of people around," he reasoned out. Channeling my frustrations to him, I quickly stood up and grabbed him by his collar, "then what did I ever pay you for?" I spat at his face. He just closed his eyes in fear and waited for a punch or something.

I let go of him and brushed my hand through my hair, "lead me to her, then," I said trying to calm myself. We walked back to the hall.

When I reached to her couch, she looked shocked and pissed. At least, she feeling the same way. We can both fuck our frustrations away, if she would just let me.

She tried to make me leave but I don't fucking care. Good thing, her friend spoke up and settled us both. If not, I would have shoved my mouth to her to keep her filthy mouth shut and just get on with it already.

She won't be easy to catch, that's for sure. And I was definitely in a mood for a little chase.