Chapter 03

The next morning, Charles woke up with a bright smile on his face. He had a damn one-of-a-kind good night and it is all thanks to Vanessa. With his eyes closed, he reached his hand for her body and pulled her closer. 

He heard her moan and felt her move, embracing him too. Maybe it's really a good idea to enjoy yourself once in a while. He had his best night so far.

And when Charles opened his eyes to gaze at the sleeping face of Vanessa, his eyes widened. The woman he is hugging wasn't the Vanessa from last night! It's a different woman! He thought hard, recalling what the hell happened and if he is damn dreaming.

Just as he was recalling everything, he heard a gasp. He lowered his gaze and met the stranger's wide eyes. It was at that moment, staring at her eyes that he realized the one he was fucking was this girl in his arms.

Suddenly, the girl shrieked away from him, kicking him off the bed. He abruptly sit up but the girl sent a pillow flying that hit his pretty face.

"Don't you dare come close!" she shouts, pointing a finger at him. "Why the hell are you in my room?!"

"I'm not a bad person!" Charles took the pillow and covered his thing. Then he glances back at her keeping a hand in the air. "Will you calm down, please?"

"No! Why the hell are you in here and why are you naked? Why am I naked?"

"I freakin' don't know!" After shouting that, he recalled what Jason had told him. It sent his eyes round. "A mistake I need," he uttered unknowingly.

"A mistake?" the lady repeated. 

He gazes at her with a frown. Jason is behind this. That yacht party, Vanessa and this girl with him in the room planned this damn thing. For him to make a damn mistake!

"What the hell are you looking at me like that?!" the lady asked with a shaking voice. 

He looks at her and it seemed like it intimidated the lady. For her it was dangerous and so with only a blanket wrapped around her, she ran towards the door, opening it. But as soon as she faces front, flashes from cameras blinded her. 

At that very moment, she was pulled back and the door was again shut in front of her. She couldn't move her feet, she was left frozen.

"Wha-What the hell was that?" she softly asked. "Am I dreaming?"

"You took part in the plan and you don't know what the hell that was?" 

The lady turned around and saw Charles in his mad face. There was no way out of it for her.

"Plan? What plan are you freakin' talking about?" She had a big frown on her forehead but Charles knew better, he would not trust her.

"Don't act so innocent. As soon as I'm out of here I'm going to make sure you pay!"

"I'm going to make you pay! This is obviously my room since yesterday so I don't know why the hell you are here!" She retorted, throwing him a damn dirty look. "I'm going to report you to the police you--"

"Shut the fuck up, you bitch! Go tell that to Jason and see if he saves you!"

"Who the hell is Jason? I won this trip from my job! Who the heck is Jason?" 

Charles could see the frustration on her face so now he was so confused than he ever is. The lady marched towards her bag, grabbed and took some paper out. She then went back to him, opening the folded paper in his face. 

What's written there was damn legit, that she did really win the stay in the hotel. So, it was his mistake. But why would the card open this damn door? Why would Vanessa give it to him? Did they make a mistake too?

"So, now you know it's your damn fault! I'm going to report you!" 

No, he can't be reported knowing the selection is ongoing. He can't make this a bigger mistake! As the lady was going to dial something on the telephone, he dived on the bed and pulled out the telephone plug.

"What the hell, you pervert?"

"Let's damn talk!" he ordered. But the lady went her way to grab the wire. No, he won't allow it. With his naked self, he reached for the wire, taking them from her. "Let's damn talk!"

 "No!" she shouts, trying to pull the wire but he was stronger. "I swear I'm reporting you!"

"Let's damn talk! I swear I'm not going to do anything else! I just want to clear this misunderstanding!" 

The lady looked like a lion, with her messy hair, and a charging face. Why did he think he was beautiful last night? Maybe it's the lighting.

"Please!" he had to say.

She chewed on her lower lip before letting go of the wire. Then she looks sideways, to avoid seeing his damn thing. Yes, they were still both naked.

"Before you explain, let's please put on clothes!"

As  Charles was silently putting on clothes, he thought about how to avoid this thing. Sure enough, the photo of them has spread and this affects his image. Not to mention the amount of paparazzi there are outside their door right now. This is a huge mistake, such a price to pay for a great night.

"So, why the hell are you in my room?" she instantly asked the moment they're both dressed. Her sharp eyes were darted at him, her arms folded just under her breast that he sucked and touched last night. Those damn tits!

"What's your name?" he asked back which made her raise an eyebrow at him.

"None of your business. You said you were going to explain so explain now and confess your sins later to the police."

"No one's going to tell the police, babe."

"I am."

"Will not. I didn't rape you."

"But you came into my room! I don't even know you!"

"You liked what happened."

"Are you going to explain or argue with me? Because if you're not then--"

"I met a girl named Vanessa and she gave me your card key," he cuts her off. "She's supposed to be the one I was going to fuck. She drugged me. Now, what about you? Did you think I was the man you hired to satisfy your--"

"Fuck off!" she snapped. The lady looked like she was in deep thoughts. Charles wanted to know what she was thinking of. Or did he go overboard? "I'm leaving," she said.

"You saw what's outside," he told her but the lady ignored him, packing her things. She was about to head to the door when he grabbed her hand. "Do you want to drown in them?"

"I would rather get blinded by them than stay with a pervert here!" she yells at him, eyes flickering with anger. 

"I won't let you go. I'll call the management and tell them to go away. Just stay until they're gone." He let go of her hand and went his way to the telephone. He plug it in again and made a call. Then after it, he looks back at her. "I'm not a pervert. I'm Charles Castigado."

"I don't care."