14: Roommates

"I don't actually accept jokes."

I bit the insides of my cheeks out of shame. This is so annoying yet embarrassing at the same time. I mean, I meant what I said lately and he should take it as a joke! He knows that that is a flirty sentence yet he acts like he does not get any sarcasm. I would like to punch him right away in his face. How can I do so anyway?

I let out an exaggerating sigh and I almost massage my temple. "I am sarcastic for Pete's sake," I said in monotone, almost a whisper but I made sure that he can hear me say that.

He chuckled. "Just like what I have said, I don't take jokes."

"That that is not my problem anymore."

"I am a boss and you should not talk to me that way."

"Sorry not sorry, Mister."

I looked at him and saw him just rolled his eyes. His sight is darting to the newspaper he has in hand but his attention is focused on me. That is his talent and he is so good with that. I just regret saying those word, "then punish your slave, daddy" because that sounds disgusting as fuck. I sounded like a bitch and I hate it. I do not even have that kind of personality.

He did not say anything anymore and stayed silent. As the plane landed, I did my job and checked everything fine. I told Mister Ramirez his upcoming schedules while we were inside a taxi, heading to the hotel where we will stay for one week. And oh, I also texted Zed that we already arrived in the Canada. He just said that I should take good care of myself and maintain my lifestyle and body healthy, though. What a friend. That is why I love Zed. Don't get me wrong, a friendly love.

"We are here, Sir," I told mister Ramirez because he took a nap. He opened his eyes and looked around before he nodded his head and looked at me afterward. I smiled awkwardly because he is showing me a different look that I don't actually define.

We both went out while a guard went to our service to get our things inside of our respective room. Mister Ramirez will be staying at room 147 while I am on the room 148. So we are just next to each other. We will stay there for a moment and meet Mister Ramirez's big time client.

"You choose the room with two beds," I said while we were heading towards the elevator. "What for?"

"None of your business."

I squinted my eyes on him. I kow I am looking at him with my suspicious look. "Hmm, really?"

He looked down at me, left brows were arched. "Have any problem?"

"I am just curious with the other bed left, Sir."

"Well," he shrugged his shoulders and tapped the floor elevator. We entered inside and there was just two employees inside with us. "I will have dinner with my client."

"Oh, and that has something to do with bed, huh?" I smirked, now getting a clue.

He just pursed his lips and hissed. He did not say anything anymore and let me think of something suspicious. It is already obvious that he will have a dinner date with his "big-time" client and he will take her in bed. I am not that innocent to not define it. Heck. I know I am thinking right and I should not have any problem with that because that is his life and is one of his needs, to have sex.

I licked the side of my lip and shook my head, stopping myself from letting out a chuckle. He is sometimes hilarious. Meet a big-time client for his sex life, huh? I have my priorities back in my hometown and I should not be wasting my time here with him. He just went here to flirt. This is a fucking wrong move. Fuck this.

We went to our room already. My things are already there since. I let out a tired sigh before I sat on the sofa in the living room. I them roamed my eyes around. This room is good and is huge, at least. And oh, I almost forgot, my room is also for two person. It has two bed and two rooms at the same time. The unit is so clean and neat, it has also a good smell.

I closed my eyes slowly and let myself have a rest because once I wake up, I will grind more. I will also arrange my things right and I will do my job already with Mister Ramirez. Maybe he needs help to get his client in bed. I am too good in lying, though. And I catch so good. I will help him to fuck someone who is his big-time client.

I just took a nap for 10 minutes because I woke up by my phone vibrating. "Where the hell are you?" It was Mister Ramirez from the other line when I answered the call. I yawned first and stretch my arms afterward. Why he sounded mad, though? Did I do something wrong that has angered him?

"Yeah, I am inside my room. Why?"

"Fuck! Call a staff! There is a rat here!" I heard something has broken and something hard hit against a hard thing also. What the hell is happening? There is a rat? Inside his room? What the hell? How come? And wait, he is fucking afraid with rats? How coward of him.

I could not help but to laugh at him. Mister Ramirez, really? This big guy is afraid to a small rat? Wow, that sounds so fucking cute. "Oh, rats?"

"Yes, rats! Why are you fucking laughing? There is no something funny here!" he yelled so I made my phone away from my ear. "Call a fucking staff!"

"Oh, wow. You have the time to call me instead of calling for a staff? How nice of you, Sir."

"Goddamn it! I said, call a fucking staff!"

"Nah, I can get that rat and make that crawl into you."

"Fuck! Fuck! I can't catch this fucking little rat!"

I laughed more. I find him cute. Afraid of rats, huh? I stood up and made my way outside. I then went to his room. I did not knock anymore because I already heard something broken again. I ended the call and looked for Mister Ramirez. He was in the kitchen area. My lips then parted in shock when I saw him naked. Well, he is just wearing his boxers. I gulped and can not stop myself from looking at his broad chest and his packs of abs. He is this fit.

Wow, just wow.

How the hell he look so fucking hot?