Chapter 14: Chapter 14



Charles POV

I locked the door of my suite and made straight for the double poster bed the hotel provided. It was already dressed in fresh white sheets that had a hint of royal blue on it. I was immensely grateful as I crashed on the bed with a heavy sigh of relief. I was excited and agitated all at the same time. And as I placed my head on the soft fluffy pillows, my mind wandered to the events I couldn't seem to get my mind off.

Annabelle.

The elevator.

The kiss.

Robert! I could feel myself simmering in anger at the thought of him.

What the fuck was Robert doing in the restaurant today? Why the hell had he tried to get Annabelle drunk? Every single fibre of my being had became strung tight the moment I had set my eyes on that bastard. I knew something was off about him, and I was going to find out.

I turned to the side of my bed. I was restless. I needed to get Annabelle out of my head tonight and focus on how to deal with Robert being in the same damn hotel as I was. Nevertheless, I still seriously needed a cold shower. Being sexually frustrated wasn't good for my health at all. And if I was going to achieve anything, I needed both my heads to be cool.

I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom, pulling and dropping my clothes as I went, on getting to the bathtub, I turned the water cold and directed the showerhead towards me. The water hit me like a truck!

"Damn I needed this!" I groaned aloud.

I was thankful that the cold water was able to cool down the innumerable tension around both my heads. It was soul relieving as I felt every drop of the cold water running from my head to my neck and back.

Suddenly I heard a knock at the door. It was subtle yet firm. Who could that be? I wasn't expecting a visitor. Or was it my imagination?

Maybe it was Annabelle.

My heart skipped a beat at the mere thought of her. If it was Annabelle, if only it was her, then all hell was about to break loose. I wasn't going to play the nice guy, No! I'll have her up against the wall within seconds!

I silently smiled to myself as I turned off the shower and listened keenly for the knock to come again. It did! And this time, with a subtle, "Hello?"

I immediately stepped out of the shower and wrapped the soft white towel low around my waist. My chest was bare as I walked to the door and swung it open.

A sultry voice hit me "Hey Robe--?" She began speaking with excitement, but on seeing me her voice broke. Her eyes were wide with confusion.

I was also shocked for a minute, then disappointed the next. Of all the people in the world, why on earth would the sluty waitress 'Meg' come knocking at my door? Maybe she came to deliver a message from Annabelle.

Or maybe she came for a private time with you! My crazy thoughts chipped in. Oh lord! The universe must really be against me tonight!

Clearing my throat I began softly, "Hello Meg," finally responding to her and breaking the silence. I ensured that my voice sounded subtly harsh as I placed my left hand on the rim of my door. At that point I smirked, loving the confused expression on her face.

"What can I do for you?" I added. I noticed an emotion akin to wonder crossed her face as she slowly stared at me from head to toe, biting her lips in the process. I had a sneaky suspicion that she was trying to create the best response to gift me. I couldn't wait to hear it.

"yeah... Err, err... I thought you knew I was coming?" She said, plastering a fake smile on her lips and leaning her hips to the side, she ensured her back arched slightly forward just so it could expose her cleavage in the process. "We had an appointment right?" She asked slyly, as she looked at me with that Jane doe kinda eyes she had.

What the hell is this woman up to? I had to find out!

Meg was good at seduction, I had to give her that. But it didn't defile the fact that I had no idea what was going on here. We didn't make an appointment. Or did we?

If she wanted me to play a game, she should have come up with a smarter way to achieve a win. Because we'll play. And I'll beat her to it, using her own rules. I was too sexually frustrated to endure her antics right now, if it was Annabelle standing at my door, she'd be up against the wall by now. But Meg wasn't belle, and I wasn't going to fall for whatever crazy-ass plan she had cooked up.

I was going to feign ignorance. If she wouldn't recall an appointment then there wasn't one. And I remember totally telling her off at the restaurant. Which means she knew her place, but I don't think she fully understands. I looked down at her, studying her features. She was quite short considering my height, which wasn't too bad if Annabelle wasn't in the picture. But she is!

Maybe this was a good thing. I really needed some distraction from belle. And if a little mind game with Meg will do the trick, then I'll flip my fingers through my short hair and reply.

"Oh, we did, didn't we?" I said deliberately. "But when exactly was that? Would you care to remind me?" My chest was still bare and water was dripping down and over my nipples. I traced my hands down my chest, following the trek of the water drops as it flows down to my abdomen. As I expected, her eyes followed.

She had no idea I was purposely distorting her very thought just to distract her from the questions I asked. If she wouldn't think, she won't be able to lie. "Meg? I called out, frowning slightly to fake concern like I didn't know how much I was affected by her.

"Yeah, yeah... I..... "She stammered as she tried to collect her thoughts. "look, you said I should meet you at your room tonight at 10."

"Me? Really? When? And most importantly Meg, how?" I asked her, clearly shocked. This was getting interesting! How could she looked so believable! When did I know for a fact that she was lying?

Taking a step towards me she muttered, "Don't you remember Charles? You slipped a note into my uniform earlier this evening, asking me to come to room 305 for a hangout."

What?! I was completely amazed at what this lady could come up with. How desperate was she exactly? I didn't want to know.

She took another step towards me, and this time I took a step back, this woman was dangerous, I had to end this right now or her flames were going to ignite mine.

"Could you show me the note, Meg?" I asked her, eyebrows raised.

That caught her off guard, I was sure she wasn't prepared for that. "The note? Right now?" She asked, her voice slightly shaking. I was so sure she was thinking of a crazy solution in that head of hers. "Yes, right now Meg." I wasn't going to give her a chance to think.

"Well, it's not with me right now!" She replied, taking another step closer.

I retreated again. Putting some distance between us as I spoke, "Well then, until you've found that letter, don't come knocking at my door. I am too busy for games Meg. Too busy." I was seriously hoping that this episode was finally over! I was even thinking she was gonna say something like "Oh okay then, I'll see you soon or something, in fact, anything! but she said nothing and kept staring at me like I was her next meal.

What I was supposed to do was slam the door on her face, but I found myself asking the question "Anything else?" and that was the biggest mistake of my life.

It was as if I invited the wolves to feed at my funeral. Before I could react she had closed the space between us and pressed herself up close. "Why don't we quit playing games Charles?" she purred, like a kitten in heat.

Damn! I was done for!

"What are you doing Meg?" I asked her in alarm, my voice breathless.

"What I know we both want, what you need Charles" On saying that she pressed her fingers to my cock, rubbing her hardened nipples to my chest. I forgot to breathe. At that point, my mind was saying no but my body had a mind of its own, and it was screaming yes!

Her fingers began to slowly rub at my cock, as she rose on tiptoes, placing her lips at the spot between my neck and my ears, and whispered. "See how hard you are for me babe, you need me, don't deny this, don't deny us this pleasure."

"Meg. " I whispered, I was beyond turned on. This was nothing but pure lust. Lust I thought I felt for Annabelle. Annabelle! I had to stop this! "Meg stop..."

"I'll make it good for you Charles," she said as her fingers tightened around my swollen cock. I couldn't take this anymore, I was seconds away from having my wicked ways with her.

I tried pulling her hands away from my cock, but she wasn't having any of that, instead, she chose that moment to slam her lips against mine. I went still for a second, only just a second, and then I was pulling her into my room, and slamming her back against the door as I took control of the kiss.

I grabbed Meg by the waist and wrapped her legs around me. The kiss wasn't interrupted and she was too into it to notice when I opened the door, I stepped out into the corridor and rested her back against the adjacent wall. Still kissing her passionately, I unfolded her legs from my waist and set her to her feet, kissing down her neck in the process. That got her moaning, "Oh damn Charles, right there."

"Right here?" I whispered, moving my lips to the underline of her ears and sucking.

"Yes right there!" she moaned.

I smirked.

Grabbing her both hands I pinned them above her head and whispered into her ears ever so softly, "And right here is where you are gonna be." On saying that I released her, and quickly walked into my room without a backward glance. And slammed the door.

I could swear I heard a 'screw you Charles' behind me, but I didn't bother to turn, I had won the game. And I was damn proud of myself.

Now all I needed was another cold shower and proper sleep. But I had a sneaky feeling I wasn't gonna get the latter. If I couldn't achieve it, then I'll have to put my time to good use with one hand around my cock and the other in my laptop, researching Robert.

Damn Meg and damn every single woman in the world for holding sexual power over men. I hated them all...

Except for Annabelle of cos.....