Alvaro Keller Schmid
"Are you crazy?" I asked this crazy of a woman currently hanging on the railing of the balcony of my hotel room in rain. "How in the world did you manage to get here? Do you know that you can die at any second?"
The rain was falling strongly so she and my clothes are all wet and the railing on which she was managing to get a grip was tending to be slippery.
"Well, thank you Mr Schmidt for your kind words ... But it is not the time to scold me as ...ooooooo" she slipped a little to which I hastily managed to catch her hand "you see, I'm on the brink of death so help me for God sake....." she screamed while hanging on the railing and my hand.
"Fuck!!!" I cursed under my breath, got hold of her other hand, and pulled her with all my force regardless even though gotten all my clothes and the floor were wet. This could have caused the death of both of us if I had slipped.
With the application of excess force, I fell on the floor of my beautiful balcony and this miss landed on me.
She was shivering still lying on top of me. Her breasts were pressed against my chest and her soft body gave an unknown sensation to my body. And I don't want this nonsense.
A completely new level of anger begins to arise in me.
"Get off, now," I said controlling the last thread of my anger for being in such an undelightful situation and for my clothes which were extremely dirty due to lying on the floor.
"Ca.....Can you... Not be so rude?" she expressed trembling from the cold.
Amazing. Now I'm the rude one here.
"You woman! First, get off me and then explain why did you pull up this kind of stunt?" I asked helping her to get off me.
"Thank you," she said and we both stood up and sorted out our wet clothes.
All my clothes were wet and my white shirt was all in a shade of pale colour due to all the mud.
A total mess.
I diverted my attention from my clothes to the very trembling feminine figure in front of me, who was even in worse condition than mine. I rubbed my hands in frustration.
"Mr Schmid! I am sorry about this but I didn't want things to turn out like this. I just wanted to talk about.... wooo" she took a step further toward me and slipped in the process. Since I was fast, I caught her before she fell.
Her wet and warm body made a contact with mine and I faced the same sensation that I felt earlier.
Control Alvaro.
"Miss Simpson, we talked about it already and I said 'no'," I said. Still holding her because I don't know when would she cause another disaster if I leave her.
I left her hold and made her stand and left the balcony, making my way towards the room.
I heard her footsteps following me into the room.
"But you didn't even listen to my whole proposal and said no. I wanted to complete this conversation." She said still following me.
"Our conversation was very clearly ended when you proposed the idea of me being a sponsor of your new project to which I replied that I don't want to invest in the entertainment industry. The message was very loud and clear." I said loudly without looking at her. I unbuttoned a few buttons on my collar to get rid of the sticky and cold feeling.
"But" she continued.
Before she could say, any further, I cut her speech "But you stalked me here and God knows how you managed to hang on my balcony." I glared at her. She looked like a wet kitten.
Guilty wet kitten!
"That was an accident!" she protested, rubbing her arms.
"To me, it was a suicide that could have caused me a big and dirty scandal if I had arrived a minute later," I told her in frustration. "How did you even get there?" I asked my question again.
"I looked room next to you and I tried to cross and balcony to enter your room and.." she stopped.
I gave a keen gaze by which she continued "I slipped because it started raining." She lowered her head to the floor at the end of her sentence.
Holy Hell!
"Seriously!" I shouted in anger and frustration. "Miss Simpson! You know the grave consequences of your idiotic step."
"I said I am sorry." She said looking all guilty.
I closed my eyes trying to cool down. I started unbuttoning my shirt and removed it. My clothes are not with me at moment and the one I'm wearing is wet and dirty.
There may be a bathrobe in the bathroom. I turned around to take bath and get rid of dirty clothes. By turning around I faced a very stunned Miss Simpson looking at me with her wide her.
She was having a good view of my shirtless self. All stunned and awed.
Shit!
"Miss Simpson! Here" I pointed towards my face. She realised her gawking behaviour and lifted her gaze from my chest to my face.
"I...." she was embarrassed.
Without giving another thought to all this situation I took my phone from my pocket and dialled Ben's number. The call connected after a few rings and he attended it.
"Hello, Varo! I was just about to call you. There is a big problem." He started talking anxiously. I felt another wave of headache arriving in my skull.
"First some in my room, I have a completely new level of havoc here and bring my clothes." I cut the call when he answered okay.
In a minute I heard a knock on the door when I opened it, Ben was standing all devastated with his phone in one hand and my clothes in the other.
"What happened?" I asked still standing at the door.
"Internet is booming with the scandal of your affair with Clara Simpson. There is a picture of you and her on your balcony, all romantic and hot. The news came five minutes earlier but it is a trending and hot topic. I am still trying to cover it but with every second more and more people are sharing and uploading it so it became difficult to control it. It is a complete disaster." He showed me his phone.
It is indeed a complete disaster