Note: Mature Content
(Rooster crows)
yawns "Urrrgh!
It's morning again," I groaned, turning over in bed. "This rooster
needs to be silenced," I muttered, frowning.
Dragging myself up, I shuffled to the bathroom for
a quick shower. Minutes later, I stepped out, wrapped in a towel, and began
dressing up. It was already a few minutes past seven. Hurriedly, I gathered my
things and stumbled out of the house to hail a cab.
A nearly full taxi pulled up, and I squeezed in,
instructing the driver to drop me off at Vienna Suites, Owerri—where
I worked as a manager.
Working as a manager had been a rewarding
experience, allowing me to meet many prominent people. As soon as I arrived, I
strode into my office and began sorting documents, ensuring I had enough time
to monitor the staff. Once done, I made my way to the kitchen to check on the
chefs. Thankfully, there were no complaints.
Relieved, I walked down the hallway when a staff
member approached me hesitantly.
"Excuse me, ma," she called out.
I stopped and turned to face her. She looked
worried.
"Sorry to bother you, ma, but I have a small
issue. It's about the customers in the VIP lodge."
I narrowed my eyes, already perplexed. "Okay,
what's the issue?"
"Umm…" she hesitated, fidgeting.
"Go on," I urged, growing impatient.
"The guests ordered a bottle of 1945
Château Mouton Rothschild with a burgundy glass, but when I delivered
it, the lady yelled at me, saying that wasn't what she ordered and told me to
take it back. But, ma, it's already registered in the system."
Sighing, I felt both agitated and sympathetic
toward the young girl. "Don't worry, I'll handle it. Just take the bottle
to the barkeeper for now."
Her face instantly lit up with relief. "Thank
you, ma!" she beamed, bowing slightly before hurrying off.
Meanwhile, I made my way to the VIP lodge to
resolve the issue. I knocked, and a woman, slightly older than me, answered the
door, gesturing for me to come in.
Politely, I declined and stated my purpose,
specifically addressing Nora's report. She explained her
concerns, and I offered a sincere apology on behalf of the hotel. Once the
issue was settled, I turned and left, heading to other sections of the hotel
for my routine checks.
By the time I returned to my desk, it was already
noon. Exhausted, I placed a call to the kitchen, ordering a plate of Jeera
Rice with grape juice.
A few minutes later, a staff member brought my
meal—steaming hot. The sight alone made my stomach growl. Dismissing the staff
quickly, I dug in like a starving horse.
Fully satisfied, I nudged the empty tray aside and
refocused on my laptop, forcing myself to stop thinking about Jayson's
perfect, sculpted face.
By the time I was done with work, it was already
past 4 PM. Stretching, I dusted off my skirt, gathered my things, and walked
out of the hotel to hail a cab.
Evening Routine
A few minutes later, a taxi pulled up. I hopped in,
gave the driver my address, and sat back as the car zoomed off.
After what felt like forever, the driver finally
dropped me at my street. I paid him and walked toward my gate, feeling drained.
Letting out a deep sigh, I pushed the gate open, sluggishly made my way inside,
and collapsed onto my L-shaped sofa.
Before I knew it, I drifted into a deep sleep.
When I woke up, it was already past nine.
Stretching lazily, I headed for a shower, then returned to the kitchen to warm
up some leftover food.
I ate quickly, then settled on the sofa, flipping
through TV channels. Moments later, my phone beeped—a message from Jayson.
Jayson: Hey,
how was your day?
A warm smile crept onto my lips. I missed him.
Quickly, I typed back:
Me: Well…
my day was a bit hectic. Staff complaints and all, but I'm good. What about
you?
Jayson: My
day was good too. Work's been hell, haven't slept a bit. Just wanted to check
on you.
Jayson: A'ight…
Goodnight, momma.
And with that, he went offline.
A strange feeling settled in my gut, but I ignored
it. Maybe I was just being paranoid.
Grabbing the remote, I resumed watching TV, but
soon my eyelids grew heavy. Deciding it was time for bed, I turned off the TV
and headed to my room. Thankfully, there was power, meaning I could enjoy a
long, uninterrupted sleep.
After saying my night prayers, I drifted off to my
dreamland once again.
The Next Morning
(Rooster crows loudly)
Groans Urrrgh!!!
Damn you, you two-legged, feathered creature!
I pulled the covers over my head, pleading for a
few more minutes. Just as I was about to doze off again—BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
My alarm clock buzzed ten times louder than
the rooster. Irritated, I flung it across the room.
Resigned to my fate, I got up, tidied my bed, and
went straight to the shower.
Minutes later, I emerged, dressed in a double-breasted
suit, neatly arranged my hair, slipped on my black high-heel
stilettos, and stormed out of the house.
Running late, I quickly ordered a taxi.
A Mysterious Encounter
When I arrived at Vienna Suites, I
walked into the anteroom, my movements poised and graceful. Staff members
greeted me warmly, and I returned their smiles as I made my way to my desk.
After instructing the janitor to tidy my office, I
set out on my routine inspections around the hotel. Fortunately, there were no
complaints from customers or staff.
As I made my way back to my office, a young man
approached me.
He was light-skinned, tall, and undeniably
handsome—the kind of man who oozed aristocratic charm. His
well-tailored chinos pants and turtleneck emphasized his
well-sculpted frame.
I could sense female staff ogling him from the
corner of my eye, but I remained composed. Jayson already occupied my
thoughts.
"Excuse me, Miss," he began, his deep
voice smooth like velvet.
I stopped, giving him my full attention.
"Yes, please. How may I help you?"
He hesitated, studying me with surprise. Clearly,
he wasn't expecting someone so young.
"I… um… I'm looking for the manager in charge.
I was told I'd find her here."
I raised an eyebrow. "I am the manager."
Shock registered on his face. He quickly composed
himself, clearing his throat.
"Oh… I see. Well, it's a pleasure to meet you.
My name is Nathan. I just returned to the country for some
business, and I need a suitable room for my stay. However, the hotel clerk told
me the only available premium suite is already booked, and
more so, she was quite rude. I think you should have a word with her."
I frowned at the complaint. "I'm so sorry
about that, Nathan. I'll ensure you get a perfect room."
Nathan flashed a charming smile. "Thanks, I
appreciate it. And please—no formalities. Just Nathan is fine."
"Noted." I forced a polite smile. "It's
my job to ensure customers are treated well."
.He returned my smile, but there was something
unreadable in his gaze.
What I didn't know was that this encounter would
change my life in ways I never expected…
Without
lingering, I turned toward the front desk, where Mabel and Jessica stood
awkwardly, shifting on their feet.
I could feel their nervous energy before I even
reached them. They already knew what was coming.
"Mabel, prepare Room 308 for Mr. Nathan," I instructed, keeping my voice steady but
firm. "And you both should report to my office during lunch."
"Yes, ma'am," they mumbled in unison.
Turning on my heel, I made my way to the elevator.
I pressed the button for the fourth floor, exhaling slowly as I waited for the
doors to open. Just as they were about to close behind me, a strong hand
reached in, stopping them.
Startled, I looked up.
"Nathan?" My brows lifted. "You scared me.
I thought you were waiting in the anteroom."
He chuckled lightly, stepping inside. "Sorry
about that. I just figured I'd check out the room myself."
I nodded, keeping a polite distance as the elevator
hummed to life. The air between us felt slightly charged, though I couldn't
tell if it was just my awareness of him or something else. His cologne—a subtle
mix of cedarwood and spice—drifted into my space, mingling with the faint scent
of fresh linen in the elevator.
The doors slid open, and I quickly stepped out,
leading him down the hallway. At Room 308, I swiped the key card
and pushed the door open, stepping aside to let him in first.
The room was pristine—subdued luxury in shades of
cream and beige, with warm lighting that softened the space. The scent of
freshly laundered sheets lingered in the air, and a sleek writing desk stood
against the far wall, neatly arranged with a hotel stationery set.
Nathan glanced around, nodding in approval.
Then, before I could react, he turned back to me
and—just for a second—leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to my cheek.
I froze.
He stepped back almost immediately, looking
slightly sheepish. "I… I'm sorry. That was inappropriate."
I blinked, still processing the moment. Finally, I
managed a small, controlled smile. "It's fine," I
murmured.
The words felt automatic, but I wasn't sure if I
meant them.
"Enjoy your stay, Nathan," I added before stepping out and shutting the
door behind me.
Back at my desk, I barely had time to collect
myself before Mabel and Jessica arrived for our meeting.
I wasted no time. "What happened
earlier with the guest was unacceptable. If I ever see you treat a customer
like that again, I will deduct ten percent from your salary."
Their eyes widened in alarm.
"We're really sorry, ma'am," Mabel stammered. "It won't
happen again."
I nodded, satisfied. "Good. Now, get
back to work."
As they hurried off, I let out a slow breath. My
stomach grumbled, reminding me that I'd barely eaten all day. I placed an order
with the kitchen for creamy mushroom chicken and maple juice, then
focused on my laptop while I waited.
Twenty minutes later, a staff member brought my
meal, and I ate quickly, savoring the warmth of the food. The afternoon passed
in a blur of work, emails, and back-to-back phone calls.
When I finally checked the time, it was 5:17
PM.
"Shit," I muttered, grabbing my bag.
Luckily, I caught a cab easily and was home within
fifteen minutes.
Stepping inside, I exhaled in relief.
The familiar scent of my apartment—faint lavender
from the air freshener, a trace of vanilla from my scented candles—welcomed me.
I slipped off my heels, sighing as my feet finally touched the cool tiled
floor.
"Sheesh…" I muttered, tossing my handbag onto the
couch.
After a few minutes of resting, I headed into the
kitchen to prepare something simple for dinner. An hour later, with my stomach
full and my energy restored, I grabbed my phone and settled onto the sofa.
Needing some music to unwind, I connected my Bluetooth
speaker and scrolled through my playlist, settling on "Overloading" by
Marvin Records. The beat was infectious, and I found myself swaying slightly as
I scrolled through my WhatsApp messages.
Then, almost instinctively, I clicked on Jayson's chat.
I hesitated for a second before typing:
"Hey you… I miss hearing your voice."
A few minutes later, my phone vibrated with his
reply.
Jayson: "Mmm.
Miss you too, baby. When are you getting some time off?"
I smiled.
We went back and forth, and soon, a plan started
forming. The only problem? He was in Abuja, while I was in Owerri.
But Jayson, being Jayson, didn't even let me finish
worrying.
"Don't stress," he texted. "I'll handle
everything."
My fingers hovered over the keyboard before I
finally typed back:
"You're something else, Jay."
Two weeks later, I landed in Abuja.
The moment I stepped out of the arrivals terminal,
my stomach fluttered.
And then I saw him.
Jayson stood near the exit, dressed in a fitted
black shirt and dark jeans, exuding quiet confidence. His rich, dark
skingleamed under the airport lights, and his golden-brown eyes locked
onto mine with an intensity that sent a shiver through me.
He wasn't the kind of man you'd call
"traditionally handsome," but he didn't need to be. His presence
alone was enough to make women stop and stare.
As I walked toward him, he didn't say a word.
Instead, he reached for my suitcase with one
hand—and with the other, he gently took my wrist, his thumb grazing my skin.
The simple touch sent electricity shooting up my arm.
No rush. No words. Just that silent,
undeniable pull.
In that moment, I knew.
This wasn't going to be just a
trip.
It was going to be something much, much more.
Jayson guided me out of the airport and booked a
cab to The Wells Carlton Hotel. As we arrived, I was in awe.
Compared to Vienna Suites, where I worked, this place was a masterpiece—every
inch of its architecture exuded luxury and sophistication. The towering
structure, with its intricate glass designs and modern elegance, was a stark
contrast to the simpler establishments I was used to.
We stepped into the grand anteroom, where uniformed
hotel clerks stood poised behind marble counters. Jayson effortlessly booked us
a suite, and a staff member led us upstairs, handing over a key card upon
arrival. Without hesitation, Jayson took it, swiped the card, and pushed the
door open. He gestured for me to step inside. I obeyed, my heart pounding as I
crossed the threshold.
Turning to the staff, he said, "We're
done here. You may leave."
The staff gave a quick nod before exiting, leaving
us alone. Jayson shut the door behind him.
A sudden nervousness washed over me, making my
palms sweaty. He settled into a plush U-shaped cloud sofa, his dark
eyes burning into me with a devilish smirk. I exhaled softly, trying to keep my
composure, and busied myself by placing my portmanteau and handbag into
the closet next to the window. I needed a distraction—anything to calm the
unrelenting tension coiling in the air. Without another glance at him, I
grabbed my toiletries and slipped into the bathroom.
The warm shower soothed my nerves, but the moment I
stepped out, tension struck again.
Dressed in a lemon camisole that hugged my
curves, I stepped into the room. The moment Jayson's gaze landed on me, a
slow, predatory smirk spread across his lips. His stare burned through my skin,
and I pretended not to notice, though my body betrayed me.
He rose from the couch and walked toward me, his
steps unhurried but deliberate. Though his skin glistened with sweat, he
smelled intoxicating—like the woods after a summer rain, mixed with
mandarin, cedar, and a hint of wild musk.My body tensed, my breath hitching
as he closed the distance between us.
Just when I thought he was going to touch me, he
smirked and veered off toward the bathroom.
I exhaled, only then realizing I'd been holding my
breath.
Five minutes later, Jayson emerged, dressed in
a sky-blue robe that clung to his muscular frame. The fabric
strained against his biceps, and part of his sculpted torso remained exposed,
demanding attention. My gaze involuntarily lingered.
Then, as if on cue, my stomach let out a low growl.
Jayson arched a brow before chuckling. "Pardon
my manners, Miss Morgan."
He grabbed the hotel telephone and placed an order—Marinated
Chicken, Scalloped Potatoes, and a bottle of Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon
1992 with two Schott Zwiesel Pure Cabernet Glasses.
Thirty minutes later, a staff member entered,
placing the silver platter on the coffee table before quietly leaving. I took
in the lavish spread, my eyes widening. The mere sight of the wine alone made
my head spin—the price was probably ten times my salary.
Jayson noticed my expression and smiled. "Do
you like it?"
"Of course, I do. I mean… this looks
exquisite—and expensive," I
admitted, still in awe.
He chuckled and lifted my chin gently. "It's
nothing," he murmured. "Let's eat."
I nodded, suddenly feeling shy under his relentless
gaze. Grabbing my plate, I started digging in.
By the time we finished, the tension in the air had
only thickened.
Jayson placed a call for a staff member to clear
the dishes. Within minutes, a young woman arrived, swiftly removing the empty
platter. As soon as the door clicked shut behind her, I realized something—we
were alone again.
And this time, it felt different.
I tried my best to avoid eye contact, but I could
feel Jayson's stare scorching my skin. Then, without a word, he stood and
crossed the room toward me. My breath hitched when he sat down—so close that
I could feel his warmth seeping into my skin.
I cleared my throat and forced a small smile. "Thanks
for the meal. I really enjoyed it."
He nodded, his gaze never wavering. "I
missed you."
The words sent a shiver down my spine.
I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could,
he pulled me closer, our lips only inches apart.
Then, he kissed me.
Hungry. Desperate. Possessive.
His lips claimed mine like a starving man finally
tasting what he'd craved for months. A small gasp escaped me, and I melted into
him, my fingers threading into the hair at the nape of his neck. His low growl
rumbled against my lips, igniting something wild inside me.
Jayson deepened the kiss, molding me against him as
he savored every inch of my lips. His hands cupped my face, his touch gentle
yet commanding, sending fiery shivers down my spine. With each kiss,
each stroke of his tongue, he unraveled me.
Then, without warning, he tugged me down onto the
bed, his darkened eyes locked onto mine.
"Mandy Morgan…" his voice was husky, laced with a raw
intensity. "You're driving me insane."
A low growl escaped his lips as I traced my fingers
down his chest, pushing the robe off his shoulders. His sculpted torso came
into full view—every ridge, every defined muscle a work of art.
Jayson's hands skimmed down my body, his fingers
ghosting over my curves before he gently cupped my breast. A gasp slipped past
my lips as his touch sent waves of pleasure straight to my core.
Then, slowly, his hand trailed between my thighs.
I trembled beneath him.
His fingers brushed against the growing heat
between my legs, and I bit my lip hard, trying to suppress a moan. But when he
applied the slightest pressure, I couldn't hold back anymore. A soft,
breathy moan escaped me.
Jayson's eyes darkened further, his chest rising
and falling with restraint. I glanced down and saw the evidence of his arousal—his
hard length straining beneath the robe.
Swallowing thickly, I reached down, brushing my
fingers over his swollen member. A low, guttural groan rumbled from his throat
as he cupped my breast harder, his control slipping.
With one swift motion, he pulled down my camisole,
exposing my thighs. His lips trailed downward, kissing every inch of sensitive
skin.
I arched against him, my body trembling with
anticipation.
Then, just as my mind began to spiral, he kissed me
again. Deep. Consuming. Tasting me with a hunger that sent my nerves
into overdrive.
He spread my thighs, his gaze meeting mine. Asking
for permission.
I nodded, already too lost in him.
Positioning himself, he gently pressed forward. A
sharp gasp escaped me as he entered, filling me inch by inch.
Jayson groaned lowly as he moved, his
rhythm slow at first, then gradually picking up pace. My moans spurred
him on, his thrusts becoming deeper, more intense.
The tension coiled, winding tighter and tighter
until—
A final thrust sent us both tumbling over the edge.
Breathless. Spent. Consumed.
A few moments later, I slipped out of bed and into
the shower, needing to catch my breath. Jayson followed soon after.
By the time we crawled back into bed, exhaustion
weighed down my limbs.
Jayson pulled me close, pressing a soft kiss to my
temple.
"Sleep, Mandy," he murmured.
And with that, we both drifted into the depths of
sleep.