Alex almost hit a car in the parking lot, which was very peculiar as it never happened. Taking some deep breaths, he realized that his hands had been shaking. After calming himself down, he got into the hospital straight to the receptionist who directed him to his father’s room. Getting into the room, he looked at the bed where his father lay and his eyes misted. His father looked frail and older, the wrinkles on his face looked more pronounced than the last time he had seen him. What had really happened to his father? He pulled out a seat and sat beside him, holding his hand. The monitor monitored his heartbeat, as the beat sounds were reduced to a blur at the back of his mind.
Slowly, Adam opened his eyes, straining to adjust to the brightness of the room, he saw his son. He was the picture of health. Struggling to sit up, Alex held him and helped him up. “Son, you really know how to get lost, how many years has it been since you last saw me?”
Alex felt his face grow red from shame, he had moved out of his father’s mansion and lived by himself for himself. He did not remember the last he had visited even though he lived only two hours away from his father. “I’m sorry I have not visited dad. How do you feel?” Adam stared at his son, as the wheels of his mind turned. Suddenly he had a very small devilish smile, his eyes glinting with mischief. Coughing up a bit, “I am not feeling too well, would it be okay if you now took the reins of the company? I have been feeling tired recently, I want to retire, besides you have had your own fun.”
Alex knew that there was no escaping fate and so he accepted the role well. However, his heart was a mass of turbulent waves and he could not calm down. It felt like the very rug he had been stepping on had been taken right out of his feet. Regardless of how out of place he felt in a role, he was to inherit, one look at his father was enough to hammer the position i
It has now been a week since Alex came to visit his dad, having stayed at the hospital most of the time. His father had been making a recovery however slow it looked. The sickness had obviously taken a toll on him, his clothes seemed even looser, his face gaunter. Today, Alex would be making his way to the main hotel, the beginner hotel to grasp the reins of the business. Since the work would still fall in his place, he had decided there and then to commit himself.
His red Ferrari now stood opulently in the parking lot, sporting glaring red blood. He loved this machine as much as he loved his women. Taking a deep breath, he looked up to look at the place where he would now be working. The building was five stores high, the outside covered in glittering mirrors. At the very top in large words, was the name of the hotel, written in bold green. He knew that working here had only been a matter of time but the man did enjoy his time alone.
Pulling his eyeshades closer, hand in one trouser pocket, the other clutching a newspaper, he walked right into the foyer. The receptionist was literally eating him alive with her eyes he shuddered. Deciding to walk a bit faster, he decided to avoid many people and immediately use the stairs. Walking the stairs always felt calming to him, the rhythm of taking a step after another, going higher and higher. As he walked his spirits rose with each step until he bumped onto something or rather someone.
He could not help the spurt of anger he felt building within him at the thought of someone colliding with him in plain daylight. Taking a deep breath, he lowered his gaze to meet with very black hair, parted at the middle stylishly. Downwards the neck bordered what looked like a well-washed blouse, tucked in a matronly skirt. Lifting his eyes again, he was met with a shock of golden eyes. Light shone in her eyes making her eyes seem almost supernatural. Her iris is covered in beautiful black specks swimming in gold.
From the very start, he felt a bolt of attraction flash through him, he could not help but swallow his saliva loudly. Mesmerized by the picture of pure beauty before him, he studied her slowly. She had thin shapely lips that curved in the most beautiful arcs upon smiling. Lifting her slender hand, she pushed her hair back and it was then he realized that she had actually been talking to him.
As the lady opened her shapely mouth, his eyes turned darker almost like an animal. To him, the only thing he could imagine as she spoke was how damn kissable those lips looked and how they would feel wrapped against his now aching c**k. Rising from his distraction, he grasped her offered hand. “I’m sorry I hit you, I must have been too excited to notice you”. Grace said. Even her voice sounded melodious just like the voice of nature, calm, composed ad exciting at the same time.
He found his hands slightly sweaty, and as a playboy, he decided there and then that he would bed her eventually. Rising her slender hand to his lips, he kissed the back of her hand while she blushed furiously, her eyes searching everywhere. “You are beautiful my angel, please do forgive my lacking manners. I am Alex and you are…?” Looking at his twinkling eyes, Grace could not help but take a deep shuddering breath. Before her stood a Greek god, the only black in color. His face was a mask of playfulness as well as seriousness. Long lashes covered his honeyed eyes. As she continued to study him, she felt a pull of irrational attraction towards him.
His mesmerizing voice got her out of her daydream and collecting her now scattered thoughts managed to answer him. “It’s okay; besides I am the one who walked without being observative. Alex, I am Grace and it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“It is my pleasure to meet you, baby,” Alex replied in a deep dark voice, husky, suited for the bedroom. As she felt the callous hand lay against her soft one, she felt electricity currents travel right from the point of contact with his hands. This got worse when he kissed her hand, igniting her all around.