Chapter 2 Ella for the first time met the man she likes

She walked towards the car and realized that the vehicle's glass was tinted black; there was no way she could see the inside. She hurriedly walked towards the back of the car to check the number plates and ensured she knew it by heart.

"I will get hold of this motherfucker that splashed water over my body without waiting," she stated as she stared at the number plate of the car. She crammed the number, hit the car with her feet, and hissed. She walked into the hotel entrance and stood briefly before taking a deep breath. "I am meeting that unknown asshole now!" she lamented and walked towards the reception.

"Hi, please. I am here to see someone," she stated as she approached the receptionist. The two ladies looked at her amazingly; their eyes met as they stared at her from head to toe before one of them replied to her. "Room number, please?" One of them asked nonchalantly. Ella didn't care; her mind hovered around seeing the person her aunt sent her to, and her mind was made up: she wouldn't have sex tonight.

"Room number?" Her head banged; she had forgotten the room number that her aunt told her. She had a lot of things going on in her head. She quickly remembered that her aunt had written the address of the hotel description and the room where she was to meet her client on paper. She opened her bag to check but couldn't see the paper. The paper fell from her hand when she removed lipgloss from her bag. She stood still for a second and thought what to say; biting her lower lips, the two receptionists looked at her disdainfully.

"Room A2," Ella stated, smiling sweetly at them. She picked up a number randomly, as she didn't know the room number she was going to. The two receptionists were bewildered, and their eyes met as they echoed together. "The CEO?" they asked, shaking their heads negatively. Jealousy was written all over their eyes, and they couldn't believe that such a girl had come to see the CEO of Oswald's company.

Ella kept mute as her eyes swivel around the reception. She wasn't bothered, not disturbed, because it wasn't the first time she had met her unknown strangers; all the strange looks from the receptionist did not bother her. "Please, which way is room A2?" Ella asked them again, as they did not seem to reply to her. They looked into each other's eyes again. "Let me call the room contact of the CEO to confirm if he is truly expecting a visitor," The receptionist who led Anthony to the room said as she dialed the room number.

Anthony took some alcoholic drinks from the refrigerator and started gulping it down his throat. He enjoyed his relaxed vibe immensely as he turned on the television and switched off the light in the standard room with well-arranged furniture. He danced sweetly to the melodious song, twisting his waist up and down. He does that most often when he is drunk. "The song is way cool, extremely cool," he exclaimed.

As the telephone in the room kept ringing, Anthony was so engrossed with the music he was vibing to as well with the alcohol he was taking that he didn't notice that the phone was ringing. "He isn't picking up his call," the receptionist stated, looking deeply into her colleague's eyes. "What do we do now," they uttered, looking into each other's eyes amazingly.

"Could you please show me the direction to his room," Ella pleaded boldly. "Let's just show her the directions to the room. We might be fired if the CEO got to know we kept his visitor waiting for a long time," one of the receptionists immediately said, buzzing to the right ear of the other. "Please, take that direction. The second first room on your first turn by the right is the CEO's room." Finally, Ella was given the directions to the room.

"Thank you, Ella stated and sashayed elegantly away from them towards the direction she was given. The two receptionists were so jealous about how lucky young Ella was to be the girlfriend of the young, powerful CEO.

Meanwhile, Helga had been pacing around her sitting room as the calls from Edna, the man Ella was supposed to meet, kept coming into Helga's phone to inform her that he hadn't seen her yet. "Mum, what is the issue? Hasn't she gotten to him yet?" Miranda asked angrily, already sitting on their papaya wooden chair.

"He is calling again; if this man leaves angrily, I will scrape her hair, gosh! I have already budgeted the money she will receive from him," Helga lamented. "I have told you several times to allow her to have a phone. If she had a phone, you would have contacted her to confirm where she is now!" Miranda stated, fuming in her seat.

When Ella got to the front of room A2, she took a deep breath and prayed silently for her plan to work. She clicked on the door button but didn't get any response, and afterward, she decided to open the door. And alas, the door became open, and the loud music almost deafened her ears.

She became shocked as she gawked at the handsome man who was extremely drunk and dancing sweetly. Her heart leaped because she had never met such an attractive man. She immediately locked the door from behind and walked towards him. "Hi, are you okay?" Ella asked, reaching out to take the alcohol bottle from him,"

"Who the hell are and why do you want to ruin my night?" Anthony yelled in his husky voice. Ella was bold, she wasn't feared, she had come in contact with different men before now, and not this handsome guy would scare her. "Shit! The first time my aunt connected me with someone I liked, and he turned out to be an asshole,"

Ella sniffed and immediately walked towards the sound system to turn off the song that almost deafened her ears; she wondered what the young, handsome man enjoyed in the dark room with such horrible loud music.

"Why do fuck did you turn off the music?" Anthony yelled; he moved close to Ella, got hold of her neck, and lifted her as his eyes looked fiercely, and Ella struggled to breathe.