Chapter 2 2

At Empress Hotel presidential suite, A group of people escorted the young man in the middle as he walked in long strides across the hallway.

Bathed in the Cooley-lit passages and elevators, his demeanor remained cool and collected. His bloodshot eyes held no emotions as he picked up his phone that was ringing.

"Yes tell me?"he answered curtly.

"Boss, we have the woman in our custody" a hoarse voice replied.

Miguel's expression remained impassive as he asked. "What of the goods? Did you find them in her possession?"

"No Boss, but we made sure that we catch her and took her to your room"

His brows knitted as he wondered what is the caller was talking about. His hold on the phone tightened.

"What are you saying? You took the woman to my room? Have you forgotten she is a client?"

The man on the other end of the phone must as well be shocked like the others with his cold voice for he was silent for a long time before replying with a stutter.

"The... The...Grand Master ordered it"

The atmosphere grew heavy, everyone following him knew that today was their doomsday if anyone made a slight cough.

"Did you take orders from Grandpa or me? Did you take me as a joke?" He thundered.

The man on the other end knows that he doesn't dare make another sentence or else his life will come to an end.

Without waiting, he walked briskly towards his room and shut the door to the face of the group following him, he removed his coat and tie and tossed it across the wardrobe.

There was no Woman on his room so he felt safe. Thinking he was the only one in the room and then, 'click' the door was shut. Before he had time to know what was happening his phone rang from the bed which he had thrown it.

He checked the caller ID: Grandpa

He picked it up while trying to open the door, he heard a cheeky old voice from the other end. "Hi son, Have you seen what I prepared for you? How can you let beautiful clients like that go?"

"Grandpa, what are you doing? That woman took our goods to the wrong vendor, she was still owing me $50,000, that's why I ordered her to be brought to me" Miguel argued.

He knows that not much of an argument could make his grandfather submit to a resolve.

"Enjoy it, son, if you had gotten yourself a wife, I wouldn't have to do that" The old man said as he ended the call before he could reply.

When he tried returning it, the number was not reachable again.

Miguel Rodriguez looked frustrated a and he stood outside the bathroom door after he noticed that the said woman is in his bathroom.

The sound of water droplets could be heard from outside where he was standing therefore making the fury in his heart increase.

With his lips distorted at a strange stiff angle, he pushed the door open. She was owing his company $50,000 and she had the guts to take a bath in his room? Miguel was very angry.

Soft hums were heard behind the white veil dividing the bathroom and the bathtub where he was standing.

His feet became rooted as water vapor from the water heater she was using escaped through under the veil and clouded his face.

As the vapor disappeared, and the white veil dragged to the side, he saw the woman.

There was actually a woman in his bathroom!

He saw her long exquisite leg first, followed by her simple pretty face and full lips. Her big eyeballs were lively like a geographical Galaxy screen.

Miguel Rodriguez who was used to seeing many beautiful ladies before this, and most could do anything to see his smile was stunned.

He wondered if she was the debtor. Raising her jaws, she raised her head and he could notice that this woman is not the debtor.

He rushed back to his room and put a call through again.

"I hope you have said your last prayers because tonight, you'll become a dead meat?" He said maliciously to his subordinate over the phone.

The latter from across the phone was shaking from head to toe now, he knew he was in deep trouble.

They had taken the wrong person!

Without expecting his reply, Miguel continued: "Find the real woman and kill her! prepare for your funeral as well as hers!"

Then he hung up and waited for her to step out.

Miguel Rodriguez, the head honcho of the Agatha Mafia group, the notorious drug dealer and the most competent business mogul, was in total awestruck as the lady walked out of the bathroom.

She was indeed beautiful even more than most sluts he had seen so far. Most are used to makeup and facial surgeries but the lady standing before him exuded natural beauty from head to toe.

The lady looked directly into his face, and then he saw her lively eyes very well, and slowly she reached her hand out.

"What is she doing? Is she trying to dance tango with me before Introducing herself or hasn't she noticed that she was mistaken for someone else?" Miguel wondered as she advanced towards him.

When she received no response from Miguel, she suddenly grabbed his pants! His muscles froze up as her hand touched his skin.

His skin crawled more on his body as she traced the eagle tattoo that was broadly on his chest.

This was the first time he felt something under his pants stir up as if a sleeping dogwas awakened. His body was suddenly displaying some sort of unpleasant reaction that he had never felt before.

He wanted to push her back. He wanted to say to her face that she was kidnapped in place of another person, but something in him didn't want her to leave.

"What is happening? Who is this woman?" Miguel was confused.

Before he could figure out his thoughts, she pushed him to the bed and towered over him like a looming doom and slowly kissed his lips.

She looked at him with those wide stary eyes and said,

"Kiss me"