Chapter 17: Chapter 17

•• Freddy Logan POV ••

I'm bored, having nothing doing. Yet I don't want to spend the night out with strangers.

As I earlier said, I don't like crowded places, not a fan of compact night clubs.

This might sound weird or crazy but I love clubbing.

And I think it's gonna take me some time to find what I need, in this town

I'm still seated on the balcony, observing the blue sky getting dark. I carry the whole bottle of whisky along.

Without realizing, I keep sipping about half of the whiskey bottle

"Wow!. That young guy was right, this view is magical. It's so amazing!."

I tell myself as I keep drinking up.

"I need a wife and very cute, kids!."

I exclaim

"Crazy, hahaha!..."

I laugh at myself for saying such, nonsense.

"I think I'm a little bit tipsy, need to rest."

I take a big sip and I get up with my glass in my hands.

I try to move to the room, but I can't stand straight and my view is kind of blurred. At the same time, not really blurred, anyway it's difficult to explain.

"F*ck!."

I shout

As I arise, the bottle of whiskey on the table falls on the floor and breaks, splashing on my legs, all this happens within a fraction of seconds.

I shuddered at the sound.

With my shaky footsteps,

I immediately move in and phone the room service for assistance.

As soon as I off, the call, I realized that, some of it had sprinkled on my Tshirt, I guess it's from the glass in my hands.

"I definitely need a bath!."

I move to the bathroom to take a very quick shower.

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•• Sheila POV ••

"Sheila, go to the 9th floor, room 315, and clean up, be fast and effective. It's an important guess!. I don't want to get any complaints from the guest or any other customer!."

Our mentor Miss. Dorothea orders and she keeps repeating the same things anytime she sends us for work.

"Okay, ma'am!."

I immediately pick the cleaning kits and I take a lifter.

I'm very honored, to serve this man, I heard he is super-rich.

"I can't wait to see how he looks like.

I hope he isn't a 'rich monkey!.'. Hahaha, I don't think so!."

I laugh deep within.

I reach the room as indicated,

"Room, service!."

I knock, yet no one answers.

I keep knocking like for 2mins continuously.

" It's better I leave!."

I tell myself.

"I can't stand here forever."

Then I remember that I have a pass-card.

I hesitate, but I really want to see how he looks like if at all he is really in.

If not, I will just clean and leave. But what if this isn't the right room.

Then, I remember that the 9th floor is reserved only for a man.

The worse that can happen is that I open the room and I don't see anyone in.

I finally, use the pass-card and I open the door.

"I said, it!."

I don't see anyone in, and the room is quiet and well arranged.

"What, am I doing here?. This isn't the room!."

I'm trembling right now because if Madam finds out that I made a mistake, she won't take it lightly with me.

"What am I doing here?."

But everywhere seems to be clean,

I pass my eyes around the room for the second and the last time, and everywhere is clean.

Then I turn to leave.

That's is when I get some footsteps getting closer. I try to walk away faster.

Before I could reach the door,

"And who are you, young lady?."

I hear a huge voice behind me,

He stands by the bathroom door leading to the room with a towel by his waist.

I shudder at the sound of his huge deep voice, not knowing what to say, I stand freeze.

I turn in a sluggish, guilty, motion and I face him with a very sorry face.

"OMG, Wow, salacious, eatable man!."

I scream in me.

Yeah, I can eat him raw.

"Sorry, sir!. Room service!."

I reply with my trembling voice.

"I did hear you in."

He tells

He takes a shaky step further like he was going to fall, and he doesn't, but his towel by his waist does.

"OMG!."

I shout, but I immediately cover my mouth with my hands.

"OMG, I'm definitely gonna get mad, this evening!."

I tell myself as I keep peeking at him with my face down.

"This man isn't in his right senses!."

He doesn't bother to pick the towel up, he keeps walking towards me, and he seems very unstable.

"I can't stand this!."

I tell myself

"Sorry sir!."

I bend down my head, and I walk away.

As I turn my back to leave, he holds my arm.

I get hostile.

"You said, you are for room service, clean there!."

He points at the balcony.

I don't feel comfortable, though I can't say that I regret seeing what I am seeing right now, or that I won't like to see it any further. But...

I just, really wanna leave and give him some intimacy. I think it's the right thing to do.

Yet, don't want to disappoint the hotel and a client is a king. So I have to stay and clean if there is something to really clean.

So after reflection, I walk to the balcony as he points out, the smell hits my nose, as I get closer I see the broken pieces.

I bend down to pick the broken pieces and clean up.

I discretely peek at him.

He dangles as he dresses up.

It's very funny. I can't hold my laughter, however, I am discrete.

"Is this how weird, rich people behave!."

I wander in a very low tone.

I'm done.

As he tries to walk to the couch, he slips and heavily falls on the floor.

"Ouchhh!."

He shouts

"Oh, my goodness!."

I yell covering my mouth with my mouth, as, I observe the whole scene from a distance.

Immediately walk to him and I help lift him up.

That is when I realize that he is drunk, his mouth stink alcohol. I take him to the couch.

"Thank you!."

He whispers in a low tone.

I nod and I turn to leave,

He grabs my hand.

"Keep me company!."

He tells

He looks so inoffensive and cute.

I want to stay with him, but...

I am not to do this kind of thing with clients.

I hesitate.

"Sorry, sir but I can't!."

I reply

"Just for a few minutes!."

He insists.

"This isn't normal, what if all this, is just a trick to take advantage of me?. It does happen and it will be his words over mind!."

"I insist!."

He drag his words.

I don't think such a rich and fluent man like him can do such a thing, not like it doesn't happen but I mean, he really looks lonely.

"Ok, sir, for a few minutes only!."

He is too cute, I can't deny.

And I am sure he won't even remember this tomorrow.

He pours out a glass of whiskey, I want to stop him.

I eventually don't.

He is a grown-up, he definitely knows what he is doing. Even if he doesn't, one more glass won't kill him.

Whatever, I don't care, I'm still trying to realize if I'm really seated by him or it is just a dream.

"You look innocent!."

He tells while sipping his drink.

A few minutes later,

He lay on my chest, telling me how life isn't necessary and insignificant. I really feel bad for him and his negative perception of life.

"Wow, unbelievable!."

He is very desirable, he got all this money. Yet life seems so boring to him.

Without even releasing, I was cuddling his face and his well-carved body. His body is so smooth and soft. How I wish I could do this all day!.

He finally falls asleep in my arms, faster than I expected. Very comfortable like a little baby in his mother's arms.

He looks cutter asleep. This sweetness my heart.

As I couldn't carry him to his bed, I left him on the couch and I covered him with a blanket.

I gave him a little perk on his lips soft pink lips, that he will never remember. That's my little secret.

"We all got one. Hahaha..."

I don't regret doing that,

After that, I rounded up and I took my kits out with me.

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I take the lifter.

I step out and I peek left and right like a thief.

Luckily, for me when I came back Miss Dorothea was busy and she didn't notice my absence.

I moved on in another group, and I joined them in their work with a huge smile on my face.

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I am satisfied with this evening. I feel lucky, though I don't expect anything more from him because I know that I won't have it.