Isabella's Point of View
I walked to the door after hearing a knock. "Who's disturbing my peace this early morning?" I groaned as I opened the door.
"Room service," I heard the person say. And I was about to speak hellish words into his soul, but as soon as I opened the door, I was left awestruck.
His eyes sparkled like gold, leaving me mesmerized by his beauty. "How can a man be so handsome?" I thought, staring at him from head to toe, taking in all the attributes I loved about him.
He stood there looking into my eyes without flinching. His confidence amused me." He whispered and turned to leave, but I grasped his shirt, pulling him back.
"Why did I do that?" I thought. My hands moved on their own, and he turned around.
I looked him dead in the eyes, pulled him into my embrace, and slammed the door shut behind me as I smashed my lips into his.
His tongue synced perfectly, and I fell in love with the rhythm. We kissed passionately, and I pushed him to the bed, clothes flying off like birds searching for their daily bread.
It felt like ecstasy, and I was drowning in euphoria, overcome by this mystery man's skill; he was so good.
Moving his hips and taking me to places I couldn't even think of. "What is your name?" I asked between moans. "Alex," he blurted out without thinking twice, moaning as I rode him to his second orgasm in forty minutes.
After an hour of outstanding sexual escapade, I finally landed on the bed, gasping for breath. While he continued breathing heavily.
"Who are you?" he asked. I turned around to look into his face before standing up from the bed, my legs shaking, my muscles protesting with a dull ache.
I was too tired to move, but I dragged my feet to the freezer that was laid at the far corner of the room.
Bringing out a cold bottle of water, I gulped it down immediately to quench my thirst.
"I am your predator, and you are my prey." I said, staring blankly into his eyes.
He stood up and looked into my eyes. "What do you mean by that?" he muttered, chuckling awkwardly.
I walked up to him slowly and, once near, placed a peck on his cheeks and smiled.
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Alex's Point of View
A lot of thoughts ran through my mind at that point. I stared blankly as she walked away from me seductively. Maybe I heard her wrong.
I was always the predator, and she was always meant to be my prey. But I'd never experienced something of this sort my whole life.
I was expecting someone remorseful, nice, and even crying in my arms before I could even take her to bed. But she drew me in and fucked the hell out of me.
"I have to go now." I said, walking away almost immediately, "She would call me back." I thought, but till I walked through the door frame and slammed the door shut, I didn't hear a single word uttered from the room.
"What is going on?" I wondered, "Was I being smitten by this woman, or was it the other way round?" I couldn't put my thoughts together as I walked back to my room.
Swiping the card to get in, I just bounced on my bed, my face turning into a mess. I picked up my phone from the bed and lay down.
I called Faith immediately. "Hello." Faith said, her voice echoing through the speaker.
"I need you to find out everything about that woman and send me everything in detail," I said almost immediately, my tone a mixture of anger and curiosity.
"What happened?" Faith asked, her voice filled with concern.
I had never asked her to find out the details of a job since my first job; I have always anchored everything, and it would go on smoothly without any hitch. But this job was scary. I could feel it from the way she acted and the way she spoke; there was something different about this woman.
"I really can't explain it to you over the phone," I said, my voice croaky, laced with anger and curiosity."but I have a bad feeling about this. She's different from every other person I've met."
Faith burst out laughing, and I could picture her disgusting, mocking face whenever she laughed.
"Why are you mocking me?" I said angrily.
"Calm down, Alex. You're an expert at this job, and you've made millions of dollars from this job, swindling and giving women the pleasure they deserve." Faith muttered.
"You even nicknamed yourself the master manipulator." Faith continued. "Just because a woman tried something you haven't seen in a while doesn't mean you can't handle it. You have the best skills in the land; you just have to be calm and think." Faith said her words calmed my nerves.
"Thank you." I replied and ended the call immediately. I stood up from the position where I lay down, heaving a deep sigh. "I think I know what to do." I whispered to myself.
I stood up and hit the showers, the water trickling down my body, giving me the best sensation. "Whatever it takes, I would make her bow," I whispered, closing my eyes, feeling every drop.
I walked out of the shower and opened my box, picking out a normal white t-shirt and baggy jeans and sliding into them.
I sprayed my cologne, and the fresh scent filled the air, making me more confident.
I had a plan in my mind to regain control; the power to capture a prey is to be able to put a leash on their mind, to keep them in check by giving them the sweetest bite of the apple. They take a bite of that part, and they forget whatever has a sweet part would always have a sour side. I smiled as I walked out the door, "Game on." I whispered.