As they stepped into the 5-star hotel room. A typical private mansion, the gentle click of the door locked behind them felt like a collective sigh of anxiety.
She dropped her bag on the luxurious silk carpet, her eyes scanning the room with appreciation.
The cool light painted walls and crisp white linens seemed to envelop her in a sense of composure and stillness. He walked over to the window, pushing aside the curtains to let the warm glow of the setting sun wash over him. The view was breathtaking and he moved closer to her. As their hands touched, a spark of connection ran through them, a moment of intimacy in the midst of confusion.
She wasn't sure what was happening, but her body seemed to be sending her signals, urging her to surrender to the moment.
"You know, I've always admired you, and waited for you to see me" she said to him, her voice soft yet emotive.
He cleared his throat, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Hmm, that's cute. I had no idea, so what do you want Anabel?" he replied, smile etched on his face. He was just starring at her beautiful eyes.
She was tense, her body rigid with restraint, yet every part of her yearned to let go.
"If you don't know what you want, then maybe we should head back to the office," he said, his words were sharp cutting through the air and somehow made her uncomfortable.
She stammered, "I-I... well, I thought…", her words trailing off as she struggled to respond. She took a deep breath.
"What was I thinking, coming to his hotel room at first ; oh no Anabel, are you crazy or something?" she silently wondered, a mix of emotions swirling within her.
She immediately turned to pick up her bag.
He noticed a flicker of unease cross her face; he gently grasped her right hand, his fingers intertwining with hers, and drew her closer, the distance between them melting away with each step. He rushed to her lips as she stared at him hungrily.
"Can I", he asked.
"Yes please", she answered softly.
She ran her fingers over his hair gently as he play with her lips.
She watched him unbuttoned his shirt. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of excitement and nervousness .
"What secrets lay hidden behind this body?"...She wondered, filling her thoughts with his bare skin.
He kissed her so passionately that she couldn't help it but responded back pleasurably. It was as if she knew every move and step.
He led her to the snooker table, its brown surface gleaming under the chandeliers, and gently guided her to sit on the plush couch beside it, the soft cushions enveloping her as she settled in.
"Mike…
Mi…Mike, please don't stop" She moaned and called him.
He was right at the spot where she wanted him as his hands and kisses touched every part of her body.
She let out a tempting moan, her voice in a soft, raspy breath. She had her eyes shut, like she was hurting; yet her face played a pleasurable look. She begged and pleaded, screaming his name.
He whispered in her ears, "I'm going to be rough with you Anabel if you keep up with your tempting moans, it's driving me crazy.
Her voice cracked with pleasure as she said…"Then, go rough with me".
His breathing was ragged and he took her by her hair and made her bent over on the snooker table, letting his demon take control.
'I love you Mike;
Oh Mike, you're going harder, Mi-Mik'...She whimpered, bit her lip and her body tensed up as he went on with her over and over again.
"Say my name" He said and unleashed his fire on her, When he sensed that her strength was waning, he broke free.
The room was quiet, except for the sound of their breathing. As she sat on the couch with her eyes closed and her pale face, he handed her a glass of lemonade. She continued to breathe heavily, gasping for air as if she needed an inhaler. A faint smirk played on his lips while he got dressed and he said to her,.."I've turned on the shower; clean up and take care of yourself. I have to head back to the office, you don't need to come back to the office. When you're done, drop the keys off with my butler. I'll see you tomorrow at work." With that, he turned and left, just like that.
As the door closed behind him, Anabel's eyes snapped open, a look of surprise stamped on her face. She hadn't expected him to just drop those words and leave. Her gaze drifted off, lost in thought, as she sat frozen on the couch. Her hand absently rose to the corner of her ear, an unconsciousness that revealed her emotion and confusion. Her fingers brushed against her hair, and she let out a weak sigh, her shoulders sinking slightly as if the weight of her emotions was settling in.
Anabel's gaze fell upon the keys in her hand, accompanied by the echo of his instructions to hand them over to his butler. She looked around, wondering where the butler might be, but the silence and stillness of the surroundings offered no answers. Had the butler been watching from the shadows, witnessing the entire scene unfold? She didn't see anyone, and her curiosity remained unsatisfied.
With a weak sigh again, Anabel pushed herself up from the couch, her body protesting with a dull ache. Why did she feel so weak and sore? The question swirled in her mind as she made her way to the bathroom, her movements slow and deliberate.
Once inside, she let the warm water of the shower wash away some of her fatigue. She cleaned herself thoroughly, wrapping a soft towel around her body afterward. Her hair, once disheveled, was now neatly parked in place. She got dressed, taking care to smooth out any wrinkles.
As a final touch, she searched through her bag and pulled out a small bottle of oil perfume. She applied a few delicate drops to her neck, wrists, and palms, the scent surrounded her. The fragrance seemed to revive her slightly, and she felt a bit more composed as she prepared to face whatever came next.
After getting dressed, Anabel couldn't spot the butler anywhere, so she made her way to the door, and didn't know whom to hand over the keys to. However, as she reached the door, a man's voice greeted her, "Hello, may I please have the keys?" She turned around, and without a word, handed the keys over to him. As she was about to step out, she paused and asked, "Are you the butler?" The young man smiled and nodded in confirmation, "Yes."
Anabel's expression hinted at further questions, but she restrained herself and simply left. As she descended to the second floor, she couldn't shake off the feeling of wonder and curiosity. Had the butler been there the entire time, watching and waiting? She pondered this question, her mind whirling with possibilities.
Finally, she stepped out of the hotel room and pulled out her phone to book a ride.
Mike sat in his office, focused on preparing the documents for the impending deal. His assistant, Rachel, walked in with a stack of papers and placed them on his desk. "Everything looks good, sir. The investors are ready to sign off on the merger. You know it's late, I have to go." She said to him looking so tired.
Mike nodded, his eyes scanning the documents. "Excellent. Sorry for keeping you out late Rachel."
She nodded and began to review the papers with him, ensuring every detail was perfect. Meanwhile, Mike's mind wandered back to his conversation with his mother. He couldn't shake off the feeling that he had left something unsaid about selling her shares, something that might change the course of their relationship. He pushed the thought aside, focusing on the task at hand. The deal had to be closed, and he couldn't let anything distract him.
As they worked, the office was filled with the sound of rustling papers. Suddenly, Mike's phone rang. He answered the call, listening briefly; his conversation with the chauffeur made her smile. After hanging up, Rachel looked at him expectantly. "Is everything okay, sir?"
"Yes, it's just my chauffeur checking in," Mike replied.
"Yeah I know that would be him, he's always funny"... She said
"Actually, I'll be dropping you off at your house tonight, Rachel. It's late, and I don't want you driving alone this late."
She smiled.
"Let's get going," Mike said, standing up. With the papers reviewed and signed, Mike gathered his belongings, ready to leave the office.
Rachel raised an eyebrow. "What about my car?"
"I'll drive you home, and my chauffeur can follow behind with your car," Mike replied, his plan already formed in his mind.
Rachel's expression softened slightly at the gesture. "Aww Thank you, sir. That's very kind of you." Mike nodded, his expression courteous. "Come on Rachel, I can't leave you out late here and still allow you to drive home by yourself, Let's get going."
"Everything is in order for the meeting, right?" He asked.
Rachel nodded, smiling. "Yes, sir. Everything is ready." She packed her things, and together they headed out of the office, the evening silence enveloping them as they walked to the car.
They left the office, Mike drove Rachel to her apartment, the evening lights casting a warm glow over the city. As they approached the estate, the security man recognized Rachel's boss's car and stepped out of his post to open the gate. Mike wound down the window and greeted the security man..
"Good evening, ma'am, welcome sir" he greeted with a nod as Mike drove through.
Mike pulled up to Rachel's apartment building and turned off the engine.
As they stepped out of the car, Mike's chauffeur, who had been following behind in Rachel's car, pulled up and parked it neatly.
Rachel smiled at Mike, and he moved closer to hug her gently. "Take care of yourself, Rachel," he said softly.
Rachel hugged him back, feeling a sense of gratitude. "Thank you, sir."
Mike nodded at his chauffeur, and together they got into Mike's car.
With a final wave from Mike, The chauffeur drove off into the evening.
Anabel's apartment.
Anabel trudged into the house, her exhaustion obvious in every step. Without bothering to change or even take her clothes, she kicked off her shoes and collapsed onto the bed, her body sinking into the mattress. Lolo, her friend, walked into the room, concern etched on her face. "What's wrong, Anabel?" she asked softly.
Anabel didn't respond, her eyes fixed on some point beyond Lolo. Whether she was really seeing her or not, she didn't blink an eye. Lolo's gaze lingered on her friend's face before she leaned over and gently kissed Anabel's cheek. The room was bright as the light bulbs were on. Lolo moved to shut the windows, She switched off the main lights, leaving only the soft glow of the rechargeable lamp.
With a gentle touch, Lolo ensured Anabel was comfortable before leaving the room. She headed to the living room to secure the doors and windows, the evening air carrying the scent of dinner from the kitchen. Lolo settled into the couch, munching on popcorn as she watched her favourite reality show on TV. The flickering screen cast a blue glow over her face, her eyes glued to the drama unfolding before her.
As the minutes ticked by, Lolo began to feel a chill creeping over her. She was really cold, so she paused the show and headed back to the bedroom to fetch a blanket. As she entered, she found Anabel fast asleep, her body relaxed in a way that spoke of deep exhaustion. Lolo smiled softly and covered Anabel with the duvet before quietly exiting the room.
Back in the living room, Lolo resumed her spot on the couch, the TV springing back to life as she settled in for the rest of the show. Just as she was getting engrossed, her phone rang, shrill in the quiet of the evening. She answered, her voice dropping to a gentle whisper as she chatted with her boyfriend. The conversation flowed easily, laughter punctuating the pauses. Eventually, the call ended, and Lolo's eyelids began to droop. The TV continued to play in the background, but Lolo was already drifting off to sleep, the soft hum of the show lulling her into a peaceful slumber.
The air was electric with tension as Mike's mother confronted him. "You mean you're planning to sell my shares in the company without my consent? How dare you, Mike! How dare you!" Her voice cracked with emotion, and her eyes blazed with a mix of anger and hurt.
Mike's calm demeanor was a stark contrast to his mother's fury. He stood tall, his eyes locked on hers, as he explained, "What choice do we have, Mum? How do we raise the money to keep the company afloat? You know what the board is planning. I need to make a move, or we'll lose everything."
His mother's expression twisted in incredulity. "Calm down?" she spat, her voice rising. "Do you realize what could happen? Okay, tell me... What's your plan?"
Mike's eyes never left his mother's face as he outlined his strategy. "Mum, I promise you, you'll get your shares back in the company. This is my plan. If I recover the money from your shares, I can buy more shares from those greedy executives. That will give us a stronger stake in the company. I've got this deal in the works, and I'm working hard to get it done. Once the GNM management signs on, boom! We'll take over the company Dad built. You have to trust me."
As he spoke, his mother's anger slowly gave way to worry. She raised a hand to her forehead, her finger tapping gently as she processed the information. Mike noticed the gesture and stepped closer, his voice softening. "Mum, mum, trust me. We have nothing to lose again this time around."
The silence that followed was heavy with emotion, as Mike's mother searched his face for reassurance. Her eyes probed him, seeking conviction and certainty. Mike held her gaze, his expression unwavering, as he waited for her to make a decision.
As the weight of Mike's words settled, his mother turned away, her footsteps echoing through the hallway as she retreated to her bedroom, the door shutting firmly behind her. The sound seemed to underscore the tension between them, leaving Mike standing alone in the charged atmosphere.
He sighed, his eyes drifting toward the kitchen as he reached for his phone. His fingers moved with purpose, dialing a number as he walked into the kitchen. The cool air enveloped him, and he opened the fridge, extracting a container of ice cream. With the phone wedged between his ear and shoulder, he sat down on a stool, the ice cream container scraping against the counter as he scooped out a portion.
While he waited for his call to connect, Mike's gaze wandered, his mind preoccupied with the intricate web of deals and negotiations that lay ahead. His voice dropped into the phone, "Yes, it's me. Update me on the GNM deal. I need to know the moment they show any sign of wavering, make sure you convince them that everything is ready.."
The sound of his own measured tones filled the kitchen, punctuated only by the hum of the refrigerator and the occasional clink of the spoon against the container as Mike listened intently to the conversation unfolding on the other end of the line.
In her bedroom, Mike's mother sat blent over her laptop, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she worked to distract herself from the turmoil brewing inside. But as she typed, her mind kept wandering back to the conversation with Mike, her thoughts circling with doubts and fears.
Just as she was starting to focus, she called out, "Mike, Mike!" thinking he might be in the living room. She closed her laptop and stood up, carrying it with her as she walked to the living room. But when she entered, she was met with emptiness. The room was quiet and Mike was nowhere to be seen.
A faint sense of unease crept over her as she stood there, wondering where he could be. Then, a thought occurred to her - maybe he was in the kitchen or the library. She turned and made her way to the kitchen, her footsteps echoing through the corridor once again.
She entered the kitchen, she was met with the sight of Mike sitting on a stool, phone pressed to his ear, his eyes fixed intently on some point in front of him. The ice cream container sat next to him, a spoon resting on the counter. Her gaze stayed on him for a moment, her expression a mix of concern and curiosity.
He raised one finger in a subtle gesture, signaling to her to wait just a minute. His mother nodded slightly, understanding the cue, and took a stool next to him, her eyes never leaving his face.
Mike wrapped up his call, he turned to his mother with a mix of affection and irritation. She didn't waste any time, launching straight into her familiar refrain. "You remind me of him, you know that, right?" she said, her voice tinged with nostalgia and a hint of concern.
Mike let out a deep sigh, rolling his eyes good-naturedly. "Come on, Mum, not again. Not tonight," he pleaded, trying to ward off the familiar conversation.
But his mother was undeterred. She reached out and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. "Just hug me, Mike," she whispered, her voice muffled against his shoulder.
Mike couldn't resist his mother's warmth. He hugged her back, holding her close for a moment. "Trust me, Mum, I got this," he whispered reassuringly, trying to calm her fears.
As they pulled back, Mike's mother smiled, a small, hopeful smile. Mike smiled back, and for a moment, they just looked at each other, the tension between them easing slightly. He leaned in, gently pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I have a meeting tomorrow, Mom," he whispered, "and I need to get some sleep. You should too." He begged her with his eyes, and she nodded slightly. Mike helped her down from the stool, taking her laptop from her hands, and wrapped a gentle arm around her shoulders, leading her toward her room.