At the door, Natasha was struggling to free herself from the lock she was in. The man before just looked at her smiling. She gave up after a while and looked at him.
"Mr. Joseph." She said very softly.
"Natasha." He answered. He then turned around and proceeded to take off his coat, then his tie, then proceeded to unbutton his shirt, placing them carefully on the sofa. Natasha looked at him and thought to herself 'It's happening again! Damn it!'
"This is not your room. Your room is the next one." Natasha said, still standing at the door.
"No?" Brandon asked sarcastically, feigning confusion. He turned around and looked at her. "Are you going to stand at the door the whole night? Are you not tired?" He had unbuttoned his shirt half way and had put his hands in his pockets.
"Then I shall go in to your room instead." Natasha said and turned around to open the door.
"Do you not want to spend any time with your love? Your boyfriend?" Brandon asked, still standing, looking at her. Natasha sprung round and shut the door. She marched angrily towards him and stopped before him. Even in her six-inch red bottoms, she was still an a few inches shorter than him. He smiled at her and raised his eyebrow, with a smirk on his face. "Do you want another kiss?" He mocked, seeing that she did not say anything.
"You are so annoying!" She snapped and took off her heels angrily. She held one in her hand and pointed at him with its sharp end. "Please leave, or I will…" She showed the rest with her shoe. 'Interesting.' He thought as he looked at her differently.
"Are you kicking your man out?" He asked, still smiling.
"We both know that was just a ruse. Stop calling yourself that. You are not mine and I am definitely no yours." She retorted. "Now please, leave." Brandon hid the disappointment in his heart with an even bigger smile.
"Okay." He said with finality and picked up his belongings from the couch, walked past her and headed to the door. She did not know why, but she was disappointed. She wanted to stop him but could only watch as he opened the door and left. She sulked in the couch. Her heart pinched. After a while, there was a slight tap on the door. 'Who could that be?' She asked as herself as she sluggishly moved to open the door. As soon as she opened it:
"On second thought…" Brandon said as he held her in his arms and dove deep for a kiss. It caught her by surprise and she did not know how to react. He kissed her as he pushed her in to the room using his hands, which he had placed on her waist. He kicked the door behind him and focused all his attention on the woman whose lips were intertwined with his. He suddenly picked her up easily and laid her on the couch. He did not let her go until she started struggling for air. He then released her after a while, looking at her sweetly as she gulped for her breath. She avoided his eyes the whole time. "Be mine." He suddenly said. She looked at him unbelievingly.
"What?" She asked trying to free herself from his hands which were still holding firmly on her waist. He was above her, looking down sweetly and the more she struggled, the more he held on tightly.
"Isn't it obvious, Natasha, we are a couple in the eyes of the public. Should we also not behave like so in private?" Brandon answered. She looked disappointed with his answer.
"If you are looking for someone to please the public with, you have the wrong woman!" She snapped. "You must be confusing me with Ms. Julie Ann." She was annoyed and she looked away from his surprised gaze.
"She is not the one I want."
"I do not think you know what you want Brandon." Natasha said as she managed to squeeze out from under him and stand. Brandon looked at her as he sat on the seat.
"No. I think you are having me confused with you. I know what I want, I always have. You, however, are scared of what you want." He said as he untucked his half-buttoned shirt. He then stood up and took a step towards her, which made her step back. "You, Ms. Claire, are a coward. Afraid of getting what you want." He then turned around and headed towards the door. "Goodnight, Ms. Claire." He said as he left the room, leaving Natasha fighting her tears. Suddenly, her phone rang. She reached for it from the purse on the table. It was Sasha.
"Oh my dear Natasha. Is it true?" Sasha asked her best friend.
"Is what true?" Natasha asked back, wiping away her tears. Sasha noticed her friend's weak voice.
"Are you okay? What is wrong? Talk to me." Sasha begged her friend. Natasha explained her situation to her friend and by the time she was done, she was done crying. "Tasha, do you know that what you feel right now is like how one feels when your body lacks oxygen. Get up your sorry self, match in to his room and get the oxygen for your heart. It is clear that both of you have feelings towards each other. And you will never know till you try. He might be the one." But Natasha did not believe in 'the one'. After she was done talking to Sasha, Natasha felt better and headed to the shower. She was already tired from the events of the day and she immediately dozed off as soon as she touched the bed.
An hour later, the door to one of the most prestige presidential suites in the Silver View Five Star Hotel was opened and a woman dressed in a purple silk night gown stepped out and went in to the next room on her right. She stepped in to the dimly lit room quietly and headed straight to the bedroom. The man, to who the room belonged, was staring at the city below, with his shirt still half-way opened, with a wine glass in his hands. He seemed to be heartbroken; deep in thought. And the woman took a few steps towards him then stopped.
The man noticed her reflection via the clear glass window. He gulped down the remaining drink in his glass then turned around. The two looked at each other for a moment. He looked at the woman standing before him in her short silk night dress which embraced all her curves and showed her erect nipples standing proudly. He could feel his senses come alive and he wanted to run to her but he wanted her to run to him first. She looked at him, wondering whether she should proceed or turn back to where she came from. She could feel his gaze devouring every part of her body. She felt herself take one slow step forward, then another.
He did not move but watched her carefully, holding tightly to the glass in his left hand while his right was hidden deep in his pocket. She stood before him, a breath away and looked at his chest. With shaking hands, she stretched out her hands and proceeded to unbutton the remaining part of his shirt. He did not object. He just observed her face and followed her hands till the shirt was free. She slowly removed the shirt from his broad shoulders and he let the shirt fall behind him with the glass trapped in its left sleeve. She looked at his shirtless body physique and she could feel her breath grow weaker. She caressed his chest, lovingly, softly, lustfully. For the first time, she looked at him and he immediately knew it was his time to take charge.
He took a step forward, wrapping his right hand round her waist, he dove deep in for a kiss. And as she stepped back out of instincts, she almost fell but was picked up in a split second. He sweetly carried her in his arms and gently lay her on the king-size bed. He continued to shower her with kisses from her sweet pink lips to her flawless face down her neck to her bulging chest as he felt her smooth skin on her thick thighs with the palm of his hands. His kisses went lower and lower and he was soon caressing her thighs with his lips.
"Bran…Brandon…" She called out sweetly within the pleasure.
"Ms. Claire." He answered still working his way underneath.
"I… I have never done… this." She said with her shaky voice. The man did not stop but went on deeper.
"What have you never done Ms. Claire? Have a man put you first?" He asked, going deeper.
"No. I mean yes. I mean…I have never done…any…of this." She spat it out as she felt the burst of pleasure, her hands holding on to the pure white sheets below her. Brandon went on for a while, suddenly stopped and looked at her. He went back on top of her. Pinning both her hands above her, he looked at her and she looked away, embarrassed. He was surprised.
"How old are you?" He asked her.
"There is no age to purity!" She snapped looking at him angrily. He smiled. "I am twenty-three." 'Interesting.' He thought.
"Do you want to do this, Tasha?" He asked in a serious tone. She looked for any hint of mockery on his face. Finding none, she nodded. "Then, trust me to take care of you, especially when it hurts." He assured her and went on carefully, gently and selflessly. The night went on deeper than the emotions that were brewing in the room three-zero-four of the Silver View Five Star Hotel. It marked the start of something new.
In the morning, the woman lying on the white large bed opened her eyes, which were already accompanied by eye bags from lack of enough sleep. She stretched out her hand and found that she was already alone on the large bed. She sat up but could feel he lower body shouting for more rest while her brain racked for escape. She immediately slid in to her purple night dress and slid out of the room before the owner returned. She ran out and stopped only when she had got in to her room. Her legs were weak and she threw herself in to bed. She was tired and sleepy, mostly, tired. She just wanted sleep, so she slept.
Brandon came out of the shower and found an empty bed. The woman had already run away. 'Interesting.' He thought to himself as he wrapped his towel tighter round his waste. As he moved to get his phone from his bedside drawer, he noticed the scarlet-like stain on the middle of his bed. Its contrast to the white sheets was easily noticeable. He smiled to himself and though of William's last comment. 'I hope Patrick cut out his tongue.' He thought out loud. He looked at his phone and it was only seven in the morning. 'She must be tired.' He dialed his phone. "Wats, get Ms. Claire's breakfast ready as soon as she wakes up. We shall leave as soon as she is ready." He said as he looked at the stain on his bed again. Smiling, he hung up his phone.
It was almost noon when Natasha came to. She was feeling better, rested but her lower body was still tired. She slowly dragged herself to the bathroom and it took almost two hours for her to get ready. As soon as she came out of the shower, she found a dress already placed on her bed. It was red in color and reached two inches above her knees. The shoes placed next to her bed were two inches long. Everything fit her perfectly. 'They are my exact size! It is like they always know my size! And these shoes…'. It is as if the one responsible knew that she needed her legs calm. Under the dress was a note. "We are waiting for you at the hotel's restaurant for lunch." 'Lunch?' She was surprised. She looked at her phone. 'How embarrassing!' She thought as she hurriedly got ready to meet the others.