Secret Affairs with a Ruthless Tycoon

Music recommendation - To be Young by Anne Marie.

It was indeed an odd morning with thunder rumbling outside and the heavy rain pattering the ceiling.

Aila Curtson lay on her bed with her pillow shielding her face from the daylight. she looked out the window and sighed, another day she hated the most, rainy days.

She turned in bed as she was reminded of her dream again. A dream where she was a nasty rich woman with a hotshot at the tip of her fingers. This time, she dreamt about her most favorite hotshot. Darren Steel.

Remembering their hands entwined together as they made beautiful love, Aila moaned loudly and smiled as she hugged her pillow tight. When she finally got back to reality, she sighed and picked up her phone to check the time.

"Shit, I'm freaking gonna be late!!!!!!!!!" She screamed as she threw her phone aside.

"You damn right will be fired today lad." Her grandmother shouted from her room door.

She rubbed her head lightly as she remembered yesterday night's exercise, she and Estie had gone out after working afternoon shifts together and got off work by 7pm. The alcohol was good and the fun too, but she was sure she'd be the only one getting fired today as Estie had high tolerance for alcohol compared to her.

She got out of bed and walked towards the window to take a look at the streets outside. Aila lived with her grandmother in an average looking bungalow downtown New York, with large beautiful windows facing the streets. She looked quietly at the street as people ran in every corner with their raincoats trying to avoid the harsh rain.

She sighed and walked towards her bathroom. She picked up her toothbrush and started to brush her teeth as she repeatedly reminisced about her dream. After she was done brushing, she had a quick hot bath and came out of the bathroom to dress up.

With the rain still pouring outside, she shook her head slightly in disapproval of the weather before going to stand in front of her wall wardrobe. Aila bent to pick a denim jean she so much loved because it always loyally put her curves out there. She smiled as she held it in her hands and started to step into it. She picked up her staff shirt and threw it on.

Aila continued to look in the mirror as she tried to tie her hair in a bun and buttoned her shirt halfway up.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror and smiled at her Ocean blue eyes, thick dark lashes and blonde curly waves of hair that went all the way down to her waistline except now that it was in a bun. She smiled, revealing her cute dimples and stood up to assess her body.

She was dressed normally in Denim pants and her work shirt with hotel services written on it. She twirled for a while as she checked her reflection perfectly. The jean was tight enough to sell her curves and round bum, coupled with her slightly thick thighs and perfect legs. The work shirt only buttoned halfway looked too loud so she clipped more buttons, leaving just the upper two buttons which showed off her round and full breasts with a decent cleavage. She looked at her reflection again and smiled.

"Chic as always." she whispered to herself still smiling at her reflection.

"All that time you take to dress, and you still have no decent boyfriend." her grandmother suddenly said from the doorway.

She jumped and turned around on hearing the voice.

"Good morning grandma." Aila greeted the old woman all smiles.

"And I have a decent boyfriend grandma, you don't want to break Max's heart when he hears you say that." she added, winking at the old woman.

"The pizza delivery guy you get all smoochy with?. He's jobless and doesn't even make enough to buy me a scarf, bury me in a desert if he's not bald with that cap he always has on." her grandmother said, cringing at the thought of Max.

"What's that saying again?. A patient dog eats the fattest bone?" She said, chuckling lightly as her grandmother rolled her eyes dramatically.

"There's two things you're not, a patient person, nor a dog." her grandmother said rolling her eyes again as she left.

"And Mr Robertson will skin you alive this time." she added, shouting from the living room.

"Or worse, give me a week worth lecture on how punctuality has something to do with prosperity." Aila muttered with a scowl on her face

Mr Tom Robertson was her boss at work and the Manager at Hotel de Torino, one of the largest and most expensive hotel in New York, owned by God knows who, as long as everyone got paid. Mr Robertson was not just a pain in the ass, but it seems he didn't have a life outside the hotel as he continuously and painfully made workers do extra hours, telling them they must love the hotel like their own child.

"eeeeww." Aila muttered as the image of Mr Robertson making that horrid statement drifted into her mind.

She finished quickly and ran out to the living room and left the house with an umbrella after

a quick breakfast and kissing her grandma goodbye. Aila continued to walk along the wet streets with people struggling and shuffling about to get to their destinations in the cold rainy morning. She heard her phone ring continuously in her pocket but couldn't pick because she already knew who was calling.

It had to be Mr Robertson, he had this problem of calling repeatedly till your ears start to bleed and you can't take it anymore.

Aila sighed and continued down the street till she got to the main streets where she took a taxi straight to work.

After driving round the city for a while, the rain had stopped and left no trace of the impending storm it had suggested this morning. Aila was glad with the turn of events as she hated rainy days because they were always a hassle, the struggle and the cold.

The taxi arrived successfully at Hotel de Torino and Aila got down from the taxi and turned to stare at the huge and massive hotel first like she always does before walking in. It afforded her the ability to dream and place herself for a moment as a rich and influential guest just arriving at the hotel. She smiled inwardly in satisfaction after a while, and walked into the hotel, not forgetting to wave the flirtatious securities and door handlers.

She walked towards the front desk and greeted Estie who seemed to be in a lottery worth mood this morning. Estie was one of the pretty front desk clerks at the reception who was very nice and chatty too, unlike the rest who didn't give a whiff. Estie was a pretty and dark sweetheart, tall and slender with perfect legs, black glassy looking eyes with scanty but long lashes and thick rich curly dark hair.

"If I wasn't straight I'd really bang her senseless." Aila would always think, anytime she saw her.

Aila greeted the rest clerks and leaned in to get the full gist behind Estie's mood this morning. Estie giggled and leaned forward towards her so the rest clerks don't get a whiff of their conversation.

"Feel better after last night?" She asked.

"My head's still in the clouds and with the fairies." Aila replied sincerely.

"Told you about all that drinking last night but you wouldn't listen, I'm sad to inform you my friend that Mr crazy already asked for you." Estie said with a scowl on her face.

"Yeah great, I'm toast." Aila sighed.

"Yeah, said something about you ignoring his calls." Estie replied.

Aila sighed and just shook her head slightly before leaning forward again.

"So what's the gist with your mood?" Aila asked her smiling deviously.

"A new boyfriend?" she asked again.

"No, not really, I heard Mr Robertson Crazy talking on the phone with his wife this morning at the lobby." Estie said, giggling quietly.

Aila let out a muffled laughter at Estie's expression of Mr Robertson, she always called him that because she thought he was too talkative for a man.

"What did you hear my pretty?" Aila asked her, still giggling.

"He went on and on to his wife about how he was going to get promoted this year for properly hosting a Special guest, and how they were going to earn enough money to get a bigger house and go on a vacation to Santorini." Estie said and looked around before leaning closer to Aila.

As much as Aila didn't want to picture Mr Robertson in Santorini on the hot sands watching the waves, she actually did, and it was really disgusting. Putting the thought aside, she leaned further in anticipation to hear what Estie was about to say.

"I think it's one of the city's hotshot business men." she whispered excitedly to Aila.

"Really?!!!!!!!!!!" Aila almost screamed out but got a hush sound from Estie.

"When did he mention?" Aila asked still chuckling.

"Didn't say a particular time though, the call got cut off." Estie whispered.

"I'm dressing my best henceforth, we should buy new make up later today." Aila said as Estie started to giggle.

"Which do you think it'll be?" Estie asked excitedly.

"Possibly Darren Steel." Aila squealed loudly.

The other clerks shook their heads disapprovingly at the women and just went back to their duties as it had now become a normal occurrence with those two the moment Aila walked through those doors.

They went on giggling like little girls, unaware of Mr Robertson's presence as he stood there in front of the elevator he just walked out of. He looked really pissed, fuming as he stood there in his silver suit with his pot belly almost tearing the shirt or his suit jacket, not sure which would happen first.

"What on mother's earth are both of you doing, moping around the place!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Mr Robertson's voice thundered down the reception from the elevator.

"And here comes your favorite piece of shit." Estie said, patting Aila's back lightly.

"Good morning Mr Robertson." Aila greeted, trying to beam a smile.

"Get to work Aila, it's bad enough that you are late." he said and gestured for her to poof away.

"Here's your schedule, you get the west wing today, and you're supposed to ermmm.............. clean room 501 first." Estie said , eyes fixed on the computer screen as she continued to click and slam the keyboard before printing out

Aila's schedule and passing it to her.

Aila took it and mouthed a 'thank you', before walking past a ugly looking and pissed Mr Robertson. She got into the elevator and pressed the top floor. As the elevator took her up, Aila wondered what must have happened to Mr Robertson as he seemed less talkative today. She laughed out loud as she remembered his outfit.

"Tf was he wearing exactly?" She said out loud and continued laughing.

"He looked like a sack wearing a Caruso suit." she added and continued laughing till the elevator opened midway and another cleaner stepped in.

Aila continued to smile inwardly and tried to keep a straight face till the other cleaner got off at the fifth floor. She burst out laughing again before regaining composure.

The elevator opened up on the top floor and Aila stepped out and turned right, picking up a cleaning trolley that contained cleaning buckets, a duster, a mop and a vacuum cleaner. She plugged her earpiece and started humming the music as she searched for room 501. As she continued to walk along the long corridors, she wondered what was so special about room 501.

She continued to walk and hum, passing other cleaners and greeting them until she got to the room. she stood in front of it for a while before bringing out the room card from her slot waist bag and pressing it to the door's scanning system on the doorknob. The door made a click sound and opened

Aila walked into the room with her jaws dragging along the floor as she scanned the entire apartment. Here she was thinking it was a room but it was an actual suite designed in complete style, the room was enormous. She knew why it sounded foreign now when Estie mentioned it. All her three years of working here, she had cleaned the West wing but she had never come across the room before or cleaned it, she usually saw other cleaners there and just skipped to the next room.

"Woahhhh." She mouthed as she closed the door behind her.

The suite seemed out of this world with floor to ceiling windows with gold royal worthy drapes gracing them. There in the middle of the suite was also a huge canopy bed that had white and gold curtains, the bedpost was made of expensive oak wood. Beside the bed, was a phone sitting on a side table made from gold. To the left was two brown and soft looking sofas with a small table made of glass and gold on the edges.

Aila walked up to it and let her fingers glide across the surface of the table. She laughed softly and walked towards the bed. Just opposite the bed was a gigantic Samsung smart tv surrounded by built in lights on the walls. Aila's jaws dropped farther from the sight.

She walked towards the windows and picked up a small remote on a small glass table close to the first window and clicked a button. The drapes slowly opened more widely and Aila was dumbstruck at the lovely sight of the city. It was like she could see the whole city from here, even her own house. She chuckled at her exaggeration and turned from the window.

Next on her checklist was the bathroom, she

walked towards the big glass door and slid it open. She walked into the bathroom and was dumbstruck again. This suite didn't seem to disappoint on every side and detail. The bathroom had a huge floor to ceiling mirror to the left, and a gigantic jacuzzi occupying the middle of the bathroom with a large pear shaped bathtub sitting on the right. Beside the bathtub was a beautiful glass and transparent wardrobe containing towels and bathrobes.

Aila walked to the bathtub and glided her fingers across the surface as she hummed gracefully with her eyes closed.

"When would I live this life." She thought as she continued to feel the surface of the tiles.

Aila immediately remembered she had tons of work to do before her shift would be over and hadn't even started any at all with this being first on the list. She sighed and opened her eyes to scan the bathroom properly.

After looking around she decided that the room didn't need much cleaning as everything was perfect, just a few dusting and vacuum cleaning here and there and she'd be done.

She went back to the room and started dusting and vacuuming while she hummed and let her imagination go wild. After cleaning for a while and finishing up with the room, she came down to the bathroom and started spraying and wiping surfaces. After much cleaning, she stood at the doorway and viewed her work with pride before closing the bathroom and going back to the room.

She was about to leave the room when an uncanny thought crossed her mind. She paused at the thought and turned to the bathroom but immediately scolded herself and picked up the trolley again to leave but just couldn't fight off the temptation.

"Just for a few seconds, it won't break anything."she said and dropped the trolley.

She took off her clothes one by one and kept them close to the sofas, leaving only her panties on and no bra. With just her panties, she walked into the bathroom smiling deviously as she ran a hot bath at the bathtub. She put in some scented oils and waited for it to fill up.

After waiting a while, the bathtub was finally filled, looking glorious with all that scented oils and bubbles. Aila stepped into it and sank into the tub fully, just sparing her head. She closed her eyes as the warm scented water worked magic.

"This is exhilarating, I should tell Estie later on about this treat." She whispered with her eyes closed and sighed with satisfaction.

She played with bubbles and reminisced on her dream from last night again, and a smile started to play on her lips. She raised her feet above the water, still imagining how wonderful and perfect it would be if she had a tall glass of wine.

"That would do the finishing touches." She whispered and giggled before closing her eyes again to enjoy the luxury.

Aila sat there in the water for a while, letting it hit every muscle and calm every nerve. She finally got out of the tub when the water was cold and started to dab her body lightly with a soft towel she took from the glass shelve.

"This people really do it in style, don't they?" She said and sighed as she walked closer to the mirror.

Aila wrapped the towel around her waist, baring her breasts and tummy to the mirror as she continued to stare at her reflection in the mirror

She had been too busy and engrossed in her little activity in the bathroom that she hadn't notice or heard the click sound of the door to the room or the footsteps approaching the bathroom door.

She continued to hum and twirl in front of the mirror continuously checking herself out, still unaware of the pair of eyes fixed on her.

"Pretty little thang." She said, smiling at her reflection in the mirror.

"I agree." A masculine voice spoke from the door.

Aila turned around with the speed of light in utter horror at the voice. Her eyes even went wider when she saw the face of the man.

It was Darren freaking Steel.