Chapter 31 -- The only beautiful maid.
"He probably forgot-" Mila stuttered as she cried. "I can't believe I let him touch me." She said sobbed.
"Let it all out." Della said softly understanding that her friend needed to rant out everything that had just happened.
"Della he-he-he hurt me !" She paused her cheeks were already puffy from having cried a river for Alfredo. "He just took my virginity without my consent, i hate him."
"But you like the way he held you these past couple of days ?" Della aforementioned.
"THAT WAS BEFORE I KNEW I WAS SLEEPING WITH THE DEVIL, JESUS CHRIST !" Mila cursed. "I don't know how many times I have showered, i still feel him all over my skin, i hate it Della, i hate it so much." She said closing her eyes wanting to calm herself down.
"He won't stop looking for you ?" Della added.
"I don't know what he wants from me, goodness gracious !!" She held the bridge of her nose trying to calm down. "He is a criminal just like his father."
"You need to find closure Mila and that means you need to talk to him. Yes, it's been years but you simply ignored it. You slept around and tried to forget about it but you just haven't dealt with it." She paused. "That's why it still hurts."
"Don't say that ! I thought you were my friend Adela.." She said shaking her head slowly.
"I'm just being honest. You need to tell Alfredo about the child you both made. You need to tell him about everything, you have been meaning to get off your chest-"
"I don't have anything to say to him." She said dramatically wiping the tears on her cheeks, a frown on her lips.
"Remember when you told me that the rest of the nights were different from the first night. He told you he was scared and he had never done this before. He promised he wouldn't hurt you the way-"
"Stop stop stop just stop." Mila said shaking her head furiously.
"Okay, fine." Della said giving her a small smile while raising her hands defensively.
"Did he say anything to you ?" Mila asked softly. The she suddenly remembered.
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"Hi Uhm Adela right ?" Alfredo said nervously, Felipé was right behind him like Alfredo's shadow. Alfredo looked like a mess, he looked like he was coming from the gym. They stood in the middle of the hotel corridor near the elevator.
"Yes, Mr. Molinero is there anything I may help you with ?" Della said professionally.
"Mila hasn't been coming to work for a few days now and I had ordered that she is the only maid I wanted in my suite." He almost yelled but lowered his voice when people exited from the elevator. He gave them a small smile as they passed.
"Your suite will not be cleaned then-" Adela said.
"I don't care just make sure she comes back." He said barbarously.
"I'm not the manager, so please lay a complaint at the reception and your request will be dealt with." Della said in the very same tone.
"Look Uhm Adela, i know you are her friend and honestly I just want to know how she is doing-" Alfredo said letting his arrogant Facade down. Felipé rolled his eyes, he knew everything. Coming to New York was a bad endeavor. He was there the night of Alfredo's birthday, he stood not so far from the scene. The day at the club Savanah he recognized Mila as the girl his boss had slept with a 18. He tried his best to bring as many girls to dance around the Mafia Prince but it was all to a lost cause because Alfredo saw her and couldn't keep his eyes off her. He knew Mila was going to break his heart, he just didn't know how to tell Alfredo that Mila was the girl who had been haunting his dreams all those years. It wasn't his story to tell but if Alfredo continued acting like a headless chicken then he intended to tell him.
"She is doing okay, she just needs space." Adela said feeling pity for him.
The elevator suddenly dinged open revealing a man who has been giving her an orgasm every night in her dreams. He looked devilishly handsome, she felt her knees become weak. She thought about him pushing her against the wall as he almost choked her... she sensed danger from him but she loved it. Their eyes immediately found each other and her cheeks flushed crimson red.
"Spencer ?" Alfredo greeted.
"It doesn't look like a good morning to you ?" Spencer replied referring to his appearance. Adela's eyes were on his lips the way they opened and closed as his tongue licked the bottom lip.
"There is always light at the end of the tunnel." Alfredo sighed as he gave a pat on the shoulder to Spencer before walking away with Felipé on his tail. Leaving Spencer and Adela alone. Della suddenly felt conscious, did he even remember her ? she thought. Did she look okay ? he looked like he had just walked out of a Gucci runway with that armani suit that held every bicep contouring every muscle on his body.
"I thought we would meet again but definitely not here." Spencer said smoothly backing her up next the wall. The were so close her chest was pressed onto his rigid chest. Her nipples immediately became hard, she felt beyond wet.
"I thought you went back to Los Angeles." She almost hiccupped at how close they were. He didn't waste any time locking lips with her, she immediately responded. Adela had been thinking about this kiss throughout the week. She had to pinch herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming or hallucinating. His lips tasted like mint and cinnamon, she let his tongue explore her mouth as his hand softly went up her dress, she flinched not expecting his rough big hand to be trailing her thighs.
The elevator dinged open then they instantly separated like nothing had been happening. She blushed softly looking at the grey carpet in the corridor and the white wall. Spencer had his hands in his pocket as he smiled at the guests who seemed to be checking him out as they passed.
"Here." He said huskily rubbing the bottom of his lips with his thumb. She looked at the card he was holding out for her an gave him a questioning look.
"My number, i want to take you out on a proper date." Her stomach was doing somersaults, she never thought she would say yes to a date in a million years. She always turned everyone down. She took the card, written Spencer Hurst. The number printed was an office number but there was blue ink right below where he had written his cell.
"I think you should call me." She smirked grabbing a pen from her pocket, softly laying the card on his hard chest, she scribbled down her number then handed the card back to him.
"Very well." Spencer grinned pulling her back onto his chest as he was about to slam his lips onto hers they were interrupted.
"Room dirty again. Glass fall. Wine finished-" Spencer sighed as he looked up to see Féng Shen in his white gown and wet hair along side his best friend Hoashi Kakichi.
"I will be right there." Adela gave them a tight smile.
"These Chinese dudes have been giving me crap ever since they arrived." Della said through gritted teeth at Spencer who let out a chuckle. They were interrupted once again by the intercom.
"Adela McCarthy, Adela McCarthy please attend to royal Suite 106D, Thank you."
She sighed. "That must be the Italian dude Lucio or the Portuguese dude Nicholas whatever-" She sighed.
"You must be pretty good at your job, so many requests huh ?" Spencer smirked.
"Honestly I can't help but hate tourists, it was the Russian dude now this-" She sighed. Spencer immediately knew the Russian dude was Nikita Shatov.
"Don't mind them, just ignore. You can always come to my room and forget you have a job while we play monopoly." He said gazing into her eyes.
"That's doesn't sound like a bad idea." She blushed, she didn't want to play monopoly she wanted him to fuck her while chocking her or maybe Mila was right she needed to buy a dildo before this sexual frustration goes too far. It was as if Andre had activated it all when he fingered her making her remember the joy of reaching a climax.
"Adela McCarthy, Adela McCarthy please attend to room 233C."
"It's as if I'm the only maid in this hotel." She blushed.
"The only beautiful maid in this hotel." He stroked her cheek softly kissing her forehead before walking away. She blushed, her skin suddenly had goosebumps.
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"He was just looking for you to make sure you are okay." Della said to her concerned friend. It seemed she had zoned out.
"Are you day dreaming about a certain someone ?" Mila suddenly asked.
"God no Mila." Della shook her head as they both laughed.