The Notorious Playboy's First Love

“I told you to call your supervisor now!” a woman in her 40’s demanded. “I’m terribly sorry Ms.Rivera but we’ve checked the cameras in the corridors and seen no one coming out of your room except you and your male companion,” I explained in a calm manner “So, you’re telling me that my boyfriend stole my jewelry!?” She exclaimed, getting the attention of guests and staff in the lobby. Yes, it’s obvious! I held those words back for the sake of my career. Dylan, our Desk Supervisor arrived in time to handle the situation “I’m Sorry, What seems to be the problem here?” Just when I was about to explain the situation to him, I was cut short by our enraged hotel guest. “Your receptionist is accusing my boyfriend of stealing my Jewelry! I’m a valued guest here, I have stocks in this hotel and this is the service I get?!” My eyes widened at her accusations. I immediately tried to defend myself, “ But that’s not what I meant, I -” My Supervisor gave me a piercing look, signaling me to st

“Noah!” I heard my name getting called from a distance. It was my mom’s voice. “Noah! I love you, son!" Then I heard my dad’s voice, it was my first time hearing him say those words. “Another round of Whiskey?” I opened my eyes to the sound of loud music and the bartender offering me another round. I simply nodded, I was back to reality. “I don’t think this shit works on you man. This shit ain’t water you know” I glanced at the bartender as he poured me another round. “Got tired of our girls I see?” He added. I go to the same ol’ place, drink the same ol’ shit, and meet the same ol’ women. Of course, it’s tiring. “Piss off, Tom,” I replied. He shook his head in disbelief. I wasn’t in any mood to be respectful. “Can I get a glass of water, please? Thank you.” I glanced at the woman who sat next to me. She had long black wavy hair, which complimented her brown almond-shaped eyes, pointed nose, and thin lips. She wasn’t wearing a flashy dress or heavy makeup. Her uneasiness s

Erin's P.O.V. Of all letters in the alphabet and fishes in the sea. It had to be him. "You? You're N?" I said in disbelief. A woman beside him asked, "Noah, you know her?" He couldn't even utter a word and just stared. How many women does this guy have?! Noah huh? Forget it. I'm flying back to Manila. I was about to turn my back when a woman with a petite build and blonde hair spoke and reached out her hand "Miss Morgan?" I awkwardly shook her hand in reply "Yes? and.. you are?" "Naomi Stanford, I talked to Nathalie over the phone, she said I'll be meeting you in her place?" Dumbfounded. I couldn't glance at Noah. "Yes! Uhm... I have the documents, how about we talk somewhere private?" I gathered. I awkwardly led us away from where Noah was and found a table. As the client was scrolling through the document, I couldn’t help but feel as if someone was staring at us. I turned my back to see Noah, looking directly at me. Why is here of all places? The thought of us bei

Noah stared at me intently the moment our eyes met, "What do you want now?" I asked. "There's a group checking in tomorrow, I'm holding you in charge as their guide. Blow it up and you're fired," he ordered before retreating back to his cabin. He left me hanging by the door, dumb-founded. But what did I expect him to do? Grab me by the waist? I must be delusional. A group of hotel employees checked-in the next day, I was busily encoding their names when one of them caught my attention, "Dylan?” I recognized my former supervisor from my last job waiting among the guests. His eyes beamed the moment he saw me. "Morgan! What a coincidence!" He approached the counter. I gave him a warm smile, “What brings you here?” I asked seeing his name isn’t on the list along with the group. He leaned forward with a charming smile on his face, showing off his right cheek dimple, “I’m on vacation, Morgan. Care to join me?” If I didn’t know any better, I’d say his flirting with me. But, that’s

he created a gap between us after the kiss, we stared at eachother as if we were both looking for the right words to say. Finally, I was able to gather mine and whispered, "W-why are you doing this to me?" He didn't respond, instead he caressed my cheek with his palm and then my lips with his thumb and kissed me again softly. I could taste the sweet strong flavor of scotch from his lips."Do you want me to stop?" he mumbled in a soft baritone, “I-Idon’t know…”I said in between kisses. I know damn well that this is all another mistake, another one of his playful tricks on women, yet I’m falling for it again.Honestly, I couldn’t think straight anymore. He held my waist and lifted me up from the chair, carrying me with care. “Then I’ll take that as a no” He carried me inside and slowly layed me down in bed. He was on top of me, pinning both my wrist up with his hand while the other was tracing my waist inside the loose white shirt I was wearing.“Noah..” I soft moan escaped my lips