Threat At The Hotel 1

"Sir, it is all set."

"Good, on my signal."

"Yes Sir."

"You see Miles, they are dying because of you. You killed your family…. your dear mother…."

"Stop, stop…please!"

*Sobs*

".... your loving Father….."

"No ….! Please don't hurt them, I'll do anything you want. I will never try to leave…. I'm begging you please!"

*Sobbing continues, heavily*

"..... your sweet sister Miriella…"

"Please Uncle…please Uncle! Kill me instead…. PLEASE!!"

*Intense sobbing.*

"Oh and baby Mila…"

*Tongue clicks*

".... unfortunately, you never got to meet her, and now you never will."

"I am sorry Uncle, I promise to be a good boy."

*More sobbing*

*Tongue clicks*

"Oh Miles, it is too late. I don't tolerate mistakes."

"He is your brother, your blood brother…. don't hurt him, don't hurt them, hurt me, do anything that you want with me!"

"Of course I will, starting from now!"

"Do it!"

*Boooom…..*

"Noooooooo!"

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She grabbed her keys and quickly made it for her car.

"Damnit!" She cursed when she ignited the engine and it failed to start repeatedly. She tried it again, to no avail.

She slammed her palms on the steering wheel in anger and frustration.

"Damn this car! Can't believe you want me to go late on my first day of work." She spoke to the car like it were her pal. Technically, it was, both of them had been through thick and thin together.

She ignited the engine one more time, and luckily, it started. She quickly kicked off and sped in thin air.

Today was that one day that she'd promise herself to be on time.

If she had to achieve her goal, she knew that she had to work on her late-coming attitude.

She had bragged endlessly a couple of nights ago about showing up early today__ well, not actually bragged, but it was more of a choiceless declaration and display of dominance. But here she was, at thirty nine minutes past eight, yelling at drivers to get the hell off her path… even though she was the one practicing reckless and unsafe driving.

She finally pulled up in the company's parking lot at quarter past 9 a.m, more than an hour late.

The screeching of her car tyres drew unwanted attention… Maybe she did love that kind of attention, but just not today.

She hopped out, took a few minutes to pretentiously straighten her corporate blue suit, and waved her fingers through her hair, evening out all those stubborn loose strands.

She took in a couple of deep breaths before walking in majestically into the building__ her future building.

As she bypassed any employee, they couldn't resist turning to gauge her.

Her makeup was on point, simple and fresh. She allowed her hair to fall freely on her shoulders but away from her face.

What probably caught everyone's attention was the fact that she had a well-pressed suit on, but topped her attire with immaculate white sneakers instead of stilettos or escarpins like every other normal woman would.

Finally she made it to the top floor. It was easy to maneuver her way around the building, after all, she had been here more than enough times to have the blueprints of the building at heart… even though most of the visitations were underground expeditions.

"So much for an early person." He said when she hurried into the outer office, her temporal office.

And there he was, Brant, her new boss and her potential future gardener, or toilet cleaner… she still needed to settle on the most belittling post for him. He was sitting majestically on the edge of her desk, with his perfectly polished shoes swinging on his crossed legs.

She halted and gripped her hand bag tightly. She tried as much as possible not to show the disgust she felt, so instead, she camouflaged it with a mechanical smile.

"Why? Do you expect me to hurry up for a lazy ass like you? Who sits his ass around idly like this at 9 a.m?" She shot back, taking slow confident strolls towards her desk.

He smiled. "I have no idea how you got this job, but you need to fix that attitude of yours…" he started.

"Or what?" She interrupted boldly. "What are you gonna do, BOSS?" She asked sarcastically, "are you gonna fire me?" She challenged.

"You've really got a big mouth huh?" He scuffed with a smile and hopped down from the desk effortlessly.

"No shit!" She cursed, while placing her bag on her new desk.

"Listen to me Miss Rivers, it doesn't matter that we fucked, but if we are gonna work together, then you have to learn how to respect me." He spat.

"I'll respect you when you learn to keep that toothpick in your pants where it belongs." She shot back. "And don't talk only about the fact that we fucked, please, talk about the fact that I had a knife to your throat and you couldn't do anything about it."

He was walking towards his office but halted, he clicked his tongue, turned and faced her with a diabolical smile.

He took slow menacing steps towards her. "Oh yeah.." he started

Despite her heart beating violently, she held her ground and tried not to falter.

"If I remember clearly, you were the one screaming a few nights back and asking for more, and now you call the same thing that made you scream 'a toothpick'?" He mocked. "It makes me wonder just who would scream that loud because of a toothpick?" He taunted.

For a second there, she was just too stunned to utter a word. She never expected him to be that petty enough to actually exchange words with her. It made her wonder if he was actually worth all the work she was putting in against him.

"You…."

Before she could clear her mind and compose a good comeback sentence, he had already walked into his office.

"Damnit!" She cursed out loud.

It was humiliating, no doubt. He was undeniably good in bed and for a moment, she almost forgot why she was doing all this. But did he have to ignore the fact that she just called him weak?

*******

A Couple of nights earlier

She straddled him like a pro, gently got hold of his already hard rod and slipped it into her wet hole with precision.

She threw her head backwards and began slowly raising her hips, only to bounce back on his hardness.

Her movements were slow and steady. She opened her eyes and watched how his face was coloured with arousal.

She smiled, increasing her movements. She bounced up and down him, allowing his length to glide in and out of her glistening

channel smoothly.

She couldn't deny the fact that she too was enjoying it, nor could she ignore the fierce pressure building up rapidly in the pit of her stomach.

He gave a heavy masculine groan and held her bottom steadily and began thrusting upwards fervently. He did not hold back, he pushed his hips upwards, slamming her hard.

She held her bosoms and screamed in pleasure.

When they were both satisfied and exhausted, she excused herself to the bathroom.

He laid his head on his folded arms, resting on the pillow. He had his chest facing upwards with his eyes closed.

He heard the shower stop running, but chose to ignore it. He knew that his tomorrow was gonna be a busy one...just like every other Saturday, so he needed to catch some sleep.

He ignored her footsteps even as they approached his side of the bed.

'She probably wants another round.' he thought to himself. 'That would only happen after I had gotten some sleep.'

But the situation was the complete opposite of what he envisioned.

His eyes involuntarily shot open when he felt a cold thin something placed, carefully on his throat.

"Shush…!" She had her finger on her lips.

He froze.