Dirty Little Secret

My name is Lilly-Ann, I'm a reporter for The New York Times or more like a detective. I uncover the stories no one else is willing to unravel. And this time a have one hell of a fish in the frying pan.We recently heard about this big hotel tycoon named Gustav Lenkov the third. He just opened a hotel here in NYC called the Starlux deluxe. He looks so innocent at first glance but the more you get to know him the darker it gets. Rumours has it that there is some bad shit happening behind the curtain, like gangster stuff. Human trafficking type of thing or so I was told. I never believe anything until I can see the proof. Several reporters tried their luck at getting the true story, but non succeed, they all were bribed to drop it, but not me. No sir, no fancy Gucci bag or Versace dress, will get me to back off. Now I am sitting here sipping his fancy champagne, waiting patiently for him to drop his guard.Starlux deluxe is 180-story high. With an astonishing view of the city. It seems n

The hotel is a glittering palace of opulence, it’s towering height is visible form miles away.Stepping through its grand crystal like doors, I’m greeted by a lobby of shimmering marble. A sparkling chandelier and plush velvet furnishing the place.“Holy cow.” Gasping for air as excitement flares up. "Good evening and welcome at the Four Queens, how may I be of assistance?" A friendly redhead woman greets me.“Hi” I huff still a bit star struck, "Miss Anderson, Lilly-Ann Anderson." I gaze around taking it all in.She starts typing. Not before long, she hands me my keys, smiles, and bids me farewell.**** I found my room in just a few minutes, fishing the key out I unlock the door, “WOW” a luxurious suite awaits me, with a huge bed that draws me in covered with it’s fine linens and comfortable pillows. I rushed to bed and fall face-first. I take my phone out and hit the call button."Hey, girl, how's Vegas?" Shane asks"Breath-taking." Overflowing with excitement, I kick off my shoe

Just a short back story of Lilly-Ann and Rayon. They say you never forget your first. In Lilly-Ann's case, she wishes she could forget about him.They met in college. She fell head over heels for the charming eye candy. He promised her the moon, just to get another mark on his wall of sex. He was kind and caring, everything a girl wants, but on the same night he proposed, he hopped into the bed with Clara, Lilly-Ann's younger sister. Saying it was the stress of work and the planning of their wedding. With a broken her heart and a shatterd soul, Lilly-Ann broke the engagement. Unfortunately, he won't just disappear seeing him at work hurts like hell, she acknowledge the feelings she still has feelings for Rayon. He ignites a fire in her, like no other man can, they have a history, that won't just go away.***With only two days left, and only one lead. I grab my phone and hit the call button. I need some inspiration or just some advice."Hey, Shane.""Lilly-Ann, enjoying Vegas?""Yeah

As we walk into the dimly lit backstage area, the air is thick with the smell of hairspray and perfume. In the corner, a group of women huddle around a mirror, each applying their own makeup with deft strokes. Some are smudging on thick black eyeliner, while others focus on layering red lipstick.A woman in a glittering costume is bent over, lacing up her boots. Her fingers move quickly as she expertly looping and tying the strings. She looks up briefly, catching my eye with a knowing smile before returning her attention to the task at hand."My stage name is Candy. My real name is Florence." She smiles holding out a hand for me to take."Lilly-Ann, nice to meet you." I return her smile and add. “Tell me about Lorenzo?""Oh, well, his a mystery. All I know is that he owns this place." "No last name?" I ask, she just pulls her shoulders up. "Who cares about last names, his hot." She smirks elbowing me in my ribs.I cannot disagree with that, but why would Rayon think his auctioning wo

I wish it was different between me and Rayon. My addiction, sad but true, I will never be able to tell him no and he knows it. This is why I am afraid of tonight. Stepping into new territories with him, the friend zone, or colleagues. I just need to play it safe and choose my outfit carefully.My small frame is accentuated by a pair of fitted jeans, which is hugging my curves in all the right places. To offset the casual look of my denim, I decide on a blouse that is as feminine as it is soft. The fabric flows around me, draping me in a gentle embrace, while the delicate lace accents the trimmed sleeves and neckline to add a touch of sophisticated charm. Happy with my choice, I stroll to the elevator, when my phone buzz."Hi, I'm on my way down."Okay, I'll wait for you then." Rayon ends the call.Checking myself in the elevator mirror before I exit. Get it together Lilly-Ann, this is NOT a date.Rayon stands at the door with his hands in his jean pocket, freshly shaved, and dressed i