Alex's Point of View
I have been everything in my life: an ex-boyfriend, a divorcee, and even a bachelor who was about to get married, but one thing I've never been in my life is in love.
For seven years I've thrived in the pleasure business, satisfying women—from wealthy executives to those whose husbands couldn't satisfy them.
Everything happened so fast; right after my dad threw me out, all because of my stepmother, I have been on the street. Being on the street had pushed me to an extreme end, and satisfying women had given me the pleasure to do everything I wanted any time I wanted.
"Alex!" I heard Faith, my manager, call my name, and I jolted back to life from my sweet trance.
"I have a job for you." I loved hearing those words from Faith. They brought a smile to my face. Everything I own, from this glass house down to my fifty-one cars and my designer clothing, was all engineered because she always had a job for me.
"I'm all ears." I said, sitting upright on the couch as Faith made her way opening the envelope and bringing out the documents before laying them in front of me.
"You know I don't like to see these things; tell me what the job entails and let me do my magic." I said.
Faith smiled before settling down on the couch. "Her name is Isabella; she's from Spain but stays in Puerto Rico. She came to Vegas last week after an incident with her husband." Faith said.
"That's my specialty; what else do I need to know?" I asked.
"She stays at DE Monarch Hotel suite 209. That's all the information I have on her. Now move and do your magic." Faith said, with a smile playing on her face.
I got up immediately, walking into the bedroom to pack my suitcase. The only thing I don't joke with is my business, and I don't mix it with pleasure. I do what I have to do and get out after I've gotten what I wanted.
I opened the wardrobe, packing enough clothes, while Faith booked a suite for me at DE Monarch, the finest hotel around.
After twenty minutes I was finally done. I walked out with my suitcase, Faith by my side as we both headed to the garage.
I got in my favorite SUV, leaving Faith standing as I drove off. Another exciting adventure after two months.
I buzzed music through the car's stereo, moving my head as I drove; before I knew it, I was in front of the hotel. What used to take an hour was done within twenty minutes.
I parked my car and threw my keys to one of the chauffeurs before walking in to meet the receptionist behind the counter. "Suite 207 booked by Faith Mallory, please." I said, with a smile.
"In a minute." The receptionist replied, making the click and clack sound from her system before finally handing over the keys to me.
"Enjoy your stay here." She said, and I replied with a nod as I strode into the elevator heading straight to the top floor.
Whistling as the elevator finally whirred to a stop after some minutes. I got out of the elevator and scrolled my luggage straight to my room when my eyes met someone, my heart skipping a beat.
"An angel?" I thought, as I stared into her eyes, captivated by her gaze. Tall, light-skinned, brown eyes with blonde hair.
I couldn't help but be smitten by her beauty; she had stunning, captivating features, everything was set right, and she was busty. The adrenaline rush got to my brain, and I lost my sense of direction.
I continued to walk forward while looking back, trying to avoid her gaze while still staring at her. I couldn't help myself when I suddenly tripped over something, my body slamming into the floor, and I could hear someone laughing.
It was the most embarrassing day of my life. I stood up, trying to walk away as soon as possible, but the way she laughed at me was stuck in my head. I made a mess of myself for the first time, "How could I?" I thought, swiping the card to open the door and walking into the suite.
The fresh scent of minted lemon filled the room as I slammed the door shut. Before finally landing on the bed, I sat there staring up at the ceiling, my thoughts raveling as I tried searching for the lost answers in my head, but my mind wandered back to her; the lips, the eyes, and the smile she put on were all beautiful. "Who is she?" I thought.
I made my way into the bathroom to have my bath, then came back and just lay on my bed sleeping off without knowing.
My eyes split open, the sun shone through the glass walls as I yawned. Getting up from the bed, I picked up my phone and checked the time, "Eleven-fifteen!!" I screamed. "Damn! I'm late." I muttered, getting out of bed and making my way into the bathroom.
Turning on the shower and getting the water to my body as fast as possible, I opened my box and slipped into the nicest clothes I brought along. A well-tailored suit and pants accompanied with a gold wristwatch and an Italian-made shoe.
I walked out of the room feeling confident; I had to sweep her off her feet at a go. I took a deep breath as I slammed the door closed, walking towards room 209.
I stood in front of the door, my hands to the door as I knocked. "Who's there?" I heard the voice say from the room.
"Thank God she hasn't left." I thought, before blurting out the wrong answer, "Room service." I shouted, slamming my head as I leapt backwards and the door opened.
My lips agape and my eyes wide open, "You!" I muttered gently.