CHAPTER FIVE ROOM INVITE??

Shortly after Diana Frost had kissed him and left, Marco stood up and went to his VVIP suite where he was to meet with a gang lord that flew in from Los Angeles.

“You are late Mr. Marco I do not appreciate lateness”, the gang lord said without standing up to show respect 

“I had business to attend to but let us get down to our own business immediately”, Luca replied before pouring himself a drink. “When should I expect my shipment from LA?”

“It will arrive in a week’s time”, the visitor said. “I’m here to conclude the business transaction”

Marco sat down at his chair behind his table, he suddenly felt very dizzy but he knew he had to control himself to avoid looking weak in front of his business partner. “You really did not have to fly all the way down here to conclude a transaction. I will wire the money as soon as I get my goods.”

Marco head started swimming and he knew he had to leave immediately and get back to his suite, he knew he had been poisoned but he could not think about how it happened.

“I am leaving, our business would be concluded by next week then. Have a lovely flight home”, Marco said as he walked out of the suite and immediately drove out with his car back to the hotel.

“Key card! Now!” he yelled at the reception even before he reached the counter and the scared young brunette scurried to get the key card and had it on the counter before he finally reached it. He picked it from the counter and cursed the fact that he had forgotten his antidote bottle for poison at the suite. Once he opened the door and got in, he jammed it shut before he scrambled to his weaponry suitcase and upturned everything in search for the small jar of antidote.

“Where is that fucking bottle?”, he cursed at no one in particular as he used his hands to pat around in search of it because he had already started losing 80 to 90% of his sight. He finally found the jar and popped it open then turn the entire content into his mouth before he slumped on the bed and became unconscious.

The next morning, he woke up really early and although the after effect of the poison still lingered, he found himself ready for work before 8am as usual. He thought carefully on who and how he got poisoned and although he was not completely sure, he had a strong gut feeling that the mysterious woman named Diana Frost had something up her sleeve and may have poisoned him somehow. He made a call and it got answered within seconds.

“Send me the footage of yesterday’s floor. Send it to my email and send me the room number and what you know of one of the guests by name Diana Frost”

He ended the call and within seconds, he had a pop-up notification of a new mail which he quickly opened. He went through the footage of the previous night and saw Diana (Bianca) stroll back to her room calmly, it did not look like she had something to hide.

 He quicky sent the video to another contact of his and the very scanty detail that was provided by the hotel with hope something could come out of that.

“I have sent an attachment to you, get back to me on what you have”, he said to the receiver of the call then ended the call immediately.

He decided to go downstairs for breakfast, he knew he had to go back to the home soon but he wanted to relax a bit before he gets stuck with the reality of getting married. As if the family business was not enough, his father had deemed it fit to add a loveless marriage to the lists of his problems.

He dressed in comfy slacks and shirt and stepped out of his room and into the elevator, a couple of minutes later he was down at the entrance of the breakfast hall when his attention was caught by the woman in sweat pants and high ponytail in front of him. 

‘Damn!’, he thought, ‘this woman was hot even in ordinary outfits like tank tops and sweat pants.’

He could not get his eyes off the back of her exposed neck that was begging to be marked and given hickeys. He was about to call her name when she turned around and face him but he noticed that her guard had been up, her fist folded and her stance had widened just enough for her to comfortably throw a swinging punch. She was an avid fighter in disguise and that made his suspicion even greater.

“Marco de Luca ”, she said and Marco saw he struggle to hide her surprise, “you startled me”.

“I am absolutely sorry about that Miss Diana”, Marco replied, “but are you trying to kill me by any chance?”, he asked subtly in a form of a tease but she had already regained composure of her emotion and if she was shocked at his question, she hide it perfectly behind a pleasing smile before turning around to head into the breakfast section.

“What do you mean Sir Marco? I would never try such”, she replied in a cheery voice as she made her way to the buffet stand and filled her plate with bacon and steaming devilled eggs and grabbed a glass of freshly squeezed apple juice then headed towards a sit. Marco followed with a plate of toast, avocado and bacons and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice before taking a seat by her side.

“Looking so beautiful this early morning even in sweat pants…you put models to shame”, he said and before she could reply, his phone pinged with a message that change his countenance. His suspicion had been proven right but at that moment, Marco was thinking of how he could get her to follow him back to his suite for questioning. He needed to know why she wanted him dead but now he knew she was dangerous; he was sure not to let his guard down again.

“How about we take this breakfast up to my suite?”, Marco said with a coy smile as he put down his phone but she forked a piece of egg and chewed slowly on it before she looked up at him again.

“What exactly do you keep in your room that you are always inviting me to it?” she replied with a soft, sly smile.

“Why don’t you come and find out Miss Diana, or should I say Alessa Romano?”