"Oh my God, queen! What did you do with him?!?" I heard Chris’s voice in my dream. I felt someone tapping me. "Leave me alone, let me sleep." I mumbled, nestling my head into the soft pillow. I heard the sound of a fist coming into contact with flesh before I heard a loud thud. It sounded like someone was falling to the ground. I quickly opened my eyes and saw the guy from last night on the floor. He was in his shorts and my bodyguards were all over him. They were both fuming in anger, just staring at him.
I sat up on the bed, flashing them my tits and pulled the duvet up over my body. "What is going on? What are you guys doing to him?" I asked. Jake grunted and grasped the guy’s hair, pulling him up. Chris walked over to me.
"Allow us, my queen. We are going to teach him a lesson for taking advantage of you." Chris said, with his jaw clenched, I battled my lashes.
"No, he didn’t try to take advantage of me. I had sex with him." I said, and they both gasped.
"Why did you fuck him, queen? Who is he? Your body isn’t meant to be touched by just anyone." Chris said, gazing at me. I clutched my head in pain. The alcohol was burning in my system, and I was having a throbbing headache.
"I was drunk and Jake over there couldn’t protect me. Maybe I should fire him." I said through gritted teeth with my eyes fixed on Jake, who was running over to me on the bed, clutching my leg in the blanket.
"I…I am sorry, my queen. You know, I was also drunk." He apologized. I was about to respond when Chris slapped him at the back of his head.
"That’s just a lame excuse. You are not allowed to drink on duty. Did you forget that?" Chris questioned.
"I know, but the queen..." I cut in.
"Let it be." I muttered, lifting my hand. I had forced him to drink with me. We heard the sound of the door being slammed. The guy was gone.
"Hey! Go catch him! Why did you let him escape!" I yelled at both of them. They both stared at me with a confused expression.
"What?!?" Chris inquired, with his mouth wide open.
"Y-You want us to get him back? Why?" Jake asked with his mouth slightly open.
"Ugh! You guys are useless. I didn’t even get his name. I guess it was just a one-night stand." I muttered and got out of the bed, showing them my naked body. They both snorted and turned around, as if they hadn’t seen my body before.
I squatted and picked up my clothes from the floor and started putting them on. "I want you guys to bring me a hangover tea fast!" I yelled at them. They both nodded and ran out of the room without looking back. I sat on the bed rubbing my aching neck as the door flew open and Chris walked to me with a cup of ginger tea in his hand that was bringing out steam, "Give that to me!" I said extending my hand to him and took it from him, taking a sip of the tea.
Jake entered the room, walking to us. "Queen, the guy you had sex with last night didn’t pay the bill for this room." He said.
"Gosh, I had sex with such a broke ass." I muttered, putting my hand on my face as I handed the tea back to Chris.
"He was claiming to have lost his wallet and credit card in this room... he thinks you robbed him." He said in a shaky voice.
"Where is he? How dare he!" I roared.
"Calm down my queen, I have paid the bills under your name but trust me, I taught him a lesson." He said, flexing his muscles.
"Let’s get out of here." I said and jumped down from the bed and started walking towards the door.
I drove back to my building with my bodyguards sitting in the back seat of my car and parked my car in the lobby. I stared at both of them in the front mirror. "Chris, I want you to go and check up on my dad in the hospital." I declared.
"Yes, queen." He stated.
"Eric, I want you to tell Dave to send me the lists of available clients to my email." I declared.
"Alright." I said, and they both got out of my car. I turned off my car and took the keys. I opened the door and stepped out of my car. I felt someone’s hand on my waist, and the person spun me around to face him with his hand still on my waist.
"Who the hell are…" I couldn’t finish my speech as I realized it was Noah, Kendrick’s son. He stared at my hair and pulled the rubber band I had used to hold it, letting my hair fall to my back.
"Let go of me, what do you want?" I asked, scrunching my face. I hated him with my whole being. Him and his father. He had been trying to overtake my pimp business for years by opening his own agency and contacting my clients.
"I want you, missy." He said with a devilish smile. He was average-looking with a lot of tattoos on his body that reached his neck. There were big earrings on both of his ears that made him look like a badass.
"Ugh! Let go of me!" I screamed and pushed him away by the chest. He staggered backward, and I followed him with a slap, slapping him hard across the face. But my hand was hurting because of his hard face.
"Hey! How dare you slap me? Who do you think you are?" He asked, holding my hand in his. I gnashed my teeth, moving my hand in his grip.
"But I like the fact that you touched me." He said, moving his face closer to me. "You are so sexy and beautiful; I want you to be mine." He said, touching my delicate face with his slender fingers. All my years of learning taekwondo now I have to put it into use. I stepped on his right foot and hit him on the jaw with my right hand.
His mouth snapped shut. He was squeaking in pain, staggering backward. I quickly took the opportunity to run, heading to the entrance of my building, but I bumped into three huge, strong men. It was like they had been waiting for me. I was at their waist length, and they were extremely tall.