Chapter 4 Target Acquired Continued...

Melinda put on her best sexy smile, "I am Miranda Lovette, only daughter of the Lovette family and the pleasure is all yours, I am sure," she said, trying to move closer to Axel's side. She was trying to rub up on him with her ample bosom and show the other women in attendance that she had taken an interest in him. What she didn't expect was to bump into one of the waitresses carrying a try of full wine flutes.

The force of the small collision caused the try to tip over out of her hand spilling the wine all over the waitress and splattering a few drops on the bottom of Axel's pantleg and Melinda's designer shoes.

The wine flutes shattered upon hitting the marble floor.

"Oh my god! Where are your eyes?" Miranda shouted.

"I apologize Madam. I apologize, Sir. I will get this cleaned up right away. If you would please slide over to the next empty table while I clean this up, it would help to avoid accidents."

"Now you are telling my friends and I to move, so you can clean up your mess," she scoffed.

"My apologies Madam. This is a request to avoid further accidents from happening."

Axel looked at the woman who had her head hung down staring at the mess on the floor. She was being very polite, but this Miranda woman was not giving her any slack.

"Who do you think you are? It was your fault for bumping into me and spilling it. My shoes cost more than your yearly income. How do you plan to compensate me?"

The woman ignored the yelling Miranda and politely raised her head to look at Axel. "Excuse me Sir, please take a step back. You are close to stepping in the mess."

Miranda became furious, "how dare you ignore me when I am speaking to you!" Unable to hold her temper in any longer she forcefully pushed the woman down. "What is your name? I am reporting you for your insolent behavior."

The waitress managed to balance herself before falling into the puddle of wine and broken glass. She straightened her clothes and stood to her full height of 5'10 before looking down slightly to stare Miranda in the eye and quickly apologized to the others around her. "My name is Kismet, and you are not Miranda Lovette, you are Miranda DeMarko. You call yourself Lovette because you are ashamed to let others know you are married. You attend banquets all the time showing up on the arm of a different man at each event. Now, if you are done acting better than everyone else here, you can get off your high horse and move away from this mess and allow me to clean it up. I can compensate you for your shoes, but you have grossly exaggerated their cost."

Axel looked and the straightforward woman a small smile curving his lips. The determination in her beautiful blue eyes said she knew what she was talking about and refused to be taken advantage of. She was stunning and rather tall for a woman, with long raven hair pulled into a high ponytail.

"How dare you! You bitch!" Miranda lifted her hand high in the air ready to bring it down across Kismet's cheek with enough force to knock her to the ground. Her hand was stopped mere centimeters from the woman's face. Shock registered on her face as she glared at the person holding on to her arm.

"Mrs. DeMarko, was it? I don't allow others to bully my staff in my hotel," Axel ground out releasing her arm. "Ms. Kismet, please call for someone to come and help you with this mess."

"Will do Sir. Thank you." Kismet responded gratefully. She glanced at the man's face and immediately felt he looked familiar. She had recently moved into an apartment complex and vaguely remembered seeing this man jogging around the neighborhood wearing a hunter green Nike jogging suit. Who is this man? He said he won't allow others to bully his staff in his hotel.