Judas kiss

Chapter 27 -- Remove your panties.

"He didn't take your number or give you his number, what in the Kurt Cobation-" Mila yelled and Della

almost hit her with the pillow cases in her my hand. It also made her laugh because?what in the Kurt

Cobation?was the was a phrase they made up so Leo wouldn't know they were cursing. Mila was crazy

about Nirvana and specifically Kurt Cobain so it was of course her idea to use his name and Della just

went along with it.

"Yeah-" Della gave her a lip sided smile.

"You practically went on this awesome thrilling date and he didn't leave his number, that's weird." She

said thoughtfully sitting on the King size bed they were done fixing.

"It wasn't a date, Mila. How many times should I tell you that ?" Della blushed. Della was also a tad bit

worried that he didn't leave any of his contacts or a way to get a hold of him. She had went back to the

same Starbucks throughout the last three days hoping he would be there or something but nothing.

She wasn't disappointed, maybe a little bit but it was too good to be true. He was handsome, fun,

charming, sarcastic and an absolute gentleman.

"It was. You guys hit it off right there and there." Mila diverted.

"You can't seriously be thinking of seating in here for another hour ?" Della glared at Mila who was

slumped on the King size bed, which was meant for guests. She only gave her a small smile. Mila had

this habit of seating in the royal suite, avoiding any more duties, using the wifi and pouring herself a

glass of bourbon maybe dressing up in the ladies expensive branded clothing.

"Just for a few minutes, I'm tired." She sighed typing on her iPhone 5. "I didn't sleep a wink last night,

the club Savanah was just insane." She huffed making herself comfortable on the bed.

"If the guests catch you, I'm not talking to the manager for you." Della said sternly.

"He won't be here right now, you know royal suites are usually occupied by super rich business tycoons

and they are never around here at eleven am." She explained. NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

"Mila!!!" Della grumbled.

"Do you want some?" She said jumping of the bed and going to the small glass coffee table with

refreshments for the guests preferably Hennessy. Della immediately shook my head in disbelief.

"Just one." She protested.

"No, Mila. I better get going to the next suite." Della said fixing my grey uniform. It was a flared dress

that had buttons at the front and a white collar. Mila always said it looked so good on her like it wasn't

even a uniform. It tightened on her hips and made all the guests uncomfortable if they ever brought

their husbands or boyfriends.

"I thought just last week this suite was empty." Della said thoughtfully.

"I checked with Masha at the reception just so I could be sure that I can crash here for a few hours."

She gulped down her whiskey her face immediately souring. "She said Molinero whatever has booked

this suite for a couple of days, i knew then and there. It was some old geyser who is filthy rich and

damn right he won't be staying indoors."

Suddenly the door flipped open making Mila panic, her glass went crashing on mahogany floor. A man

with a strong built entered dressed in a black suit, followed by a man who was in his sweat pants and a

black t-shirt holding a water bottle. He was a sweaty mess and and his back hair sticker on his

forehead. He was handsome, Mila thought and She was also in shit ton of trouble.

"Felipé you may wait outside." The man said with authority. The man in a black suit made his way out

leaving the two flabbergasted women with Alfredo Molinero.

"Good day sir, we were just fixing your suite seeing as you had went out for a bit." Della was quick to

say, she had to say something knowing that Mila was all talk no action. Mila stood there stuck like a

child caught stealing from the cookie jar.

"Adela McCarthy ?" Alfredo read slowly on her name tag. She felt nervous, he was intimidating.

"Yes, sir." She replied.

He nodded then corked his head to Mila who was looking down finding the mahogany floor much more

interesting.

"That's Mila." Della spoke for her friend who was now mute. Mila had never acted like this she was

always the talk of the show.

"I want her to say it herself." He smirked, saying this in his Mexican accent. He sat his Fiji water bottle

on the table walking towards them.

"I'm so sorry." Mila blurted out.

"Why are you sorry ?" He said sitting himself on the black leather sofa.

"She broke the glass." Della said quickly by the looks of things, it looked like Mila would confess.

"What's your name?" Alfredo teased Mila.

"It's Mila Rivera." She stuttered. Della was shocked, she had never seen her friend like this.

"Unfortunately Mila-" He said her name smoothly. "You have to pay for that."

"But-" Mila had on her grey uniform and her hair in a pony tail. Mila had a slender figure as compared

to Della who was slender and curvy.

"Miss. McCarthy you may leave us." The man stated making Della feel horrible for her friend. She

would be sure to talk to Garreth, they couldn't fire her. She wouldn't allow that to happen even if it

meant she had to use the 'her dad owns more shares in the hotel' card.

Della gave Mila a reassuring smile before leaving. The click of the door being closed frightened Mila.

Alfredo knew that the one he had to pursue was Adela McCarthy but he couldn't do it not when the

most fascinating woman he had ever met was standing right infront of him. Mila Rivera, he

remembered how she danced last night at Club Savanah, all eyes were on her. He sat there in the VIP

section with a few strippers dancing infront of him and some touching him as he nursed the whisky in

his hand. He watched her from a far. She was dressed a black little tight dress, her black her wavy, her

tanned skin glowing. He knew he had to have her.

and he did, the whole night.

firstly in the washroom.

secondly in his black SUV.

thirdly in a nearby hotel.

"I'm sorry." Mila repeated. She wasn't sure if it was for breaking the glass or fucking him then leaving in

the morning without even a glance.

"For leaving me without a name, a note, a number ?" He said slowly standing up, his frame towered

over her. She bit her lip.