Chapter [3]
Chapter 3
Noah Blanco Corsini.
"Anything else, ma'am?" I opened the door of my suite, smirking annoyingly at her. A hint of mischief danced in my eyes as I regarded the woman standing before me. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of playful energy as I interacted with this intriguing individual. There was something about her that immediately caught my attention, and I was eager to see how our exchange would unfold.
She raised her brows arrogantly, a spark of defiance igniting in her gaze. "No, and I'm not a madam!" she retorted sharply, her tone conveying a clear sense of irritation at being addressed in that manner. I couldn’t resist the urge to tease her back, murmuring with a teasing lilt in my voice, "Yes, sure! No one could possibly deal with your fierce attitude!" I found her bold and unapologetic demeanor rather intriguing, and I was drawn to engage in a bit of playful banter. It was exhilarating to challenge her.
She lugged her bags from my men and slammed the door behind her, her eyes fixed on me with a fiery intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. In one swift motion, she pulled me close to her chest, her lips mere inches from mine, making the atmosphere between us thrum with tension. "See! Don’t try to make fun of me, or I will..." She paused, a coy smile playing on her lips as she licked them slowly, the action both alluring and challenging. I narrowed my eyes, a hint of intrigue coloring my voice. "Or what, hottie?" I couldn’t help but be drawn to her confident and captivating presence, feeling the magnetic pull between us.
"Or I will make you regret it!" She released her hold on me and walked away, unpacking her bags and throwing some of her clothes haphazardly on the couch and the bed. The suite quickly descended into a state of disarray, much to my chagrin and annoyance. I hollered, stopping her in her tracks. "Hey, hey! I don’t like unorganized rooms! This isn’t yours, and you will only stay here for one night." My irritation flared as I observed the chaos she was creating in my personal space, which I valued deeply.
"I will do what I want tonight," she retorted, her defiant gaze challenging me again. I couldn’t help but admire her unwavering spirit, even if it clashed with my own preferences for order. I mumbled, frustration lacing my words, "You are a nightmare!" Her bold and unapologetic behavior was both intriguing and infuriating to me, leaving me in a state of confusion.
She chuckled, a mischievous glint lighting up her eyes. "You think I’m handsome? Go fill the tub for me with water. I need to take a shower immediately," she commanded, her tone brooking no argument. I couldn’t help but be taken aback by her audacity. I scowled, grinding my teeth in annoyance. "Hell to you! I’m not your servant!" I wasn’t about to be ordered around, even by this captivating woman who had somehow managed to rattle my composure.
She smirked, her eyes boring into mine with an intensity that made my heart race. "Do you have a problem with self-confident women?" The question was both a challenge and a subtle jab at my own sense of masculinity, and I felt a rush of irritation. I crossed my arms over my chest, a hint of annoyance lacing my voice. "Wherever is the woman, for God’s sake! Are you considering yourself a woman?! I wonder why God granted you such an elegant look with such an ugly tongue! That’s why I hate voluptuous, stunning women," I heaved, my irritation palpable as I lashed out, even as I found myself drawn to her alluring presence.
She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, unfazed by my outburst. "Oh! So you are saying that I’m pretty?!" Her response was both playful and shrewd, and I couldn’t help but admire her ability to turn the tables on me, catching me off guard. I huffed and walked away, laying down on the couch and ignoring her. "Don’t make any noise; I want to take a nap." I needed a moment to collect myself and regain my composure, hoping the tension would dissipate.
"Take a shower first because you stink, and I won’t make a noise. I will take a shower and go down," she informed me, striding confidently to the bathroom. 'What? Down where?!' I wondered, my curiosity piqued once more. I couldn’t help but be intrigued by her plans, and I felt a sense of anticipation building within me.
I sealed my eyes for half an hour, relaxing my body and mind. Then I opened them to see her standing in front of me, clad only in a towel, water droplets glistening on her skin. She looked adorable and irresistibly sexy, and I felt a wave of desire wash over me. No one could resist this beauty. I wanted to touch her badly, but there was no way in hell I would make a move. I would never give in to the temptation that coursed through my veins.
I cleared my throat, a hint of unease threading through my voice. "What? Why are you naked? Why are you gawking at me?" I couldn’t help but feel a sense of discomfort at her brazen display, torn between admiration and confusion.
She blinked, confusion etched on her face. "Me?! You are sleeping on my dress! Move your butt! I want to put on my clothes," she yelled, her voice rising in irritation. I quickly found her dress and threw it towards her face. She grabbed it, moved back to the bathroom, and a few minutes later, she emerged wearing a stunning red sleeveless dress that barely covered her ample curves. The fabric showcased her rounded, D-sized breasts, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her alluring form, feeling both captivated and bewildered.
She winked at me playfully, "Now, I’m going. Bye." She waved, then turned away, her confidence radiating. "By the way, what’s your name, handsome?!"
"Noah Blanco Corsini," I blurted out, unable to take my gaze off her as she made her exit.
She nodded, a slight smile playing on her lips. "I’m Selena, see you later."
I was going to ask her where she was going, but before I could, she shut the door hurriedly and left, leaving me in a state of disbelief. I called one of my men who was standing at the door. "Hey, go after her and tell me where she is going step by step. Don’t even blink! Grasp that?" I commanded him, urgency lacing my voice as I hung up.
I didn’t know why I cared so much, but I found myself oddly drawn to her, or maybe it was simply because she didn’t pay attention to me like other women did. Perhaps it was her arrogance that reminded me of powerful billionaire women! I didn’t know. There was something about her that drew me in and kept me on edge, despite my attempts to remain aloof and detached.
I stepped into the bathroom to take a shower, hoping to wash away the confusion swirling in my mind. Hopping out of the tub in a hurry, my guard called me unexpectedly. I answered, "Yes?"
"Sir, she’s at the bar now. But..." He paused, hesitation evident in his voice, causing my heart to race with anticipation.
"Continue, but what?" I asked firmly, my curiosity piqued further.
"But, every man in the bar, and maybe in the hotel, is surrounding her or, in another meaning, they are talking to her, inviting her for drinks and for a dance. She’s cute, to be honest." I hung up angrily, my emotions boiling over. 'Why am I furious now?! She’s talking with other men! Why not me?! She disgusts me?! But she keeps calling me handsome?!' I couldn’t quite understand the whirlpool of emotions that were bubbling up within me, leaving me in a state of confusion and frustration.
I dried my body, put on my tailored suit, and rushed down to the bar, determination fueling my steps. I spotted her chatting with two businessmen I already knew, and I felt a surge of possessiveness wash over me.
I stopped gaping at her, my heart racing. "Well! I guess you like humble, sullen men after all," I remarked, raising an eyebrow, a hint of jealousy underlying my tone. I couldn’t help but feel the pang of possessiveness intensify, despite my better judgment telling me to step back.
She was clearly drunk, the words heavy on her tongue; she stood up, stepped closer, and suddenly she bent her arms around my neck, her body brushing against me. "I guess you like rude women like me," she whispered, her breath caressing my skin in a way that sent shivers down my spine. The proximity was both intoxicating and unsettling.
"Who are you?" I stressed my words slowly, my curiosity piqued further. She was weird, mysterious, and confident, and I couldn’t help but be drawn to her, even as I struggled to understand her motives and intentions.
She stood on her tiptoes, bringing her lips closer to mine. "I WANT YOU, Handsome," she breathed, her eyes locked on mine with a burning intensity that made my heart race. The passion in her gaze was undeniable, and I found myself captivated by her bold declaration, feeling as though I was on the precipice of something utterly life-changing.