In the Bugatti Veyron super sports car, Miguel Rodriguez looked so stern and dangerous while the Ak 47 short gun was in the safe.
He didn't plan on coming to the movie premiere or whatsoever but seeing Cartersville Trump and his family on screen as the sponsor of the movie, he can't help the spark that escaped his head.
Without any sage advice, he knows that there will always be a drama or two that will affect Bella one way or the other.
He had fever crazily through the traffic so he could get there in time. His fear was actually Bella's identity. The fear that her real identity might get revealed gripped his heart like plague.
Miguel unfastened his seatbelt, and removed the dark glasses he had been wearing through his ride to the hotel. No one could fathom why he was wearing dark glasses in the night maybe to enhance his vision in the darkness.
As he stepped out of the car, a standby driver appeared before the car and bowed respectfully to him. Without sparing him a glance, he threw the car key at him. "Pack the car in the underground garage"
"Yes Sir"
He was wearing a grey Western tuxedo his Majestic body aura made his long and lean body mad him more handsome in the dress.
The ladies were swept off their feet as they saw the man clearly,
"Girls who is this new man? He looked like a demi God"
"This can't be! This man also appeared at the movie premiere"
"I was wondering which god of wealth came in, which god of wealth in the whole of Liverpool is this rich to afford such a car? Jace Jones can't be a match for him"
"This car whole networth could buy the whole of Liverpool. This man seems to be a no poor or low budget person"
"I have only seen this car in a magazine once, I didn't think I'll get to see it this up close, how I wished I can take a picture with this car" the female lead of the movie that was being premiered said absentmindedly without realizing she was also drooling.
"Only if he could join Acting then no famous actor like Jace Jones will be able to survive because he'll snatch all attention they all have"
The gossiping and bantering was useless to him as he walked in long strides towards the entrance of the hotel.
"Why did he suddenly come here when the party is already over did he perhaps come for a woman? Or there's an after party?"
"He came for a woman probably"
"How I wished I am such a woman"
Miguel didn't mind thier jamtalks as he walked the hall where the event was premiered. The cast as crew most had left. Including the ones gossiping, however Bella Trump his wife, was still missing.
He called her phone several times as he walked through the corridors looking for her but no one picked up.
As he was passings through the restrooms, he stopped suddenly when he heard the faint phone ringtone coming from one of the rooms.
He ended the call and strained his neck to check the occupant of the room.
Relief washed over his face at finally finding the person he was looking for.
He took a step to enter he stopped suddenly, He couldn't enter the females restroom to find her.
She was lying there without reaction, and her phone beside her. She must be quite drunk.
Miguel toon the initiative to call her name maybe she'll stir "Bella Trump is that your big head?"
Silence followed when he had called her. He stood in front of the sink between the make and female restroom and raised his long fingers to pinch his brows. The expression on his face was as if he were making a decision for a billion dollar deal.
After waiting for sometime, he looked around and noticed that there's no one around. Miguel suddenly find himself smiling at her nonchalancy. He entered the room fully, her shoes are kicked of to different angles, and the things in her bag had been tossed all over the floor. Her hair that Jillian Kim had taken so much effort to style covered her face in a messy manner.
She looked like the complete opposite of the beautiful radiant woman he had seen in the morning.
A trace of affection flashed through his face as he took the bag and retrieved all the items that had been scattered about. Then he picked up her shoes.
He then reached out towards her waist and knees to pick her up, Bella suddenly grabbed his wrists in a death grip.
Her drunken gaze bored into his surprised expression. And she looked at him with extreme caution.
"Who are you?" She inquired with a drunk tone that amused Miguel.
Miguel smirked, "Hey drunk fish, get your head together and come home with me"
"Who are you?" She asked again
"Miguel.... Miguel Rodriguez your husband" Miguel replied with anger.
Bella laughed as she tried standing on her feet and said, "Miguel Rodriguez? As in that rude Agatha boss?" Bella turned dazed before she suddenly exploded in rage, "Liar! Did you think you could use Miguel's name to fool me?" This is female restroom the rude Miguel that I know can never be here! Leave me you Imposter!"
Miguel arched his brow, was she really drunk or just a little tipsy? She seems to have her wits about her.
"I am not lying" he could only try to sound convincing.
"Pervert.... I am not following you, I won't go with you" she replied adamantly and slipped back to the floor and sat down like a rebellious daughter.
Her drunken side had costs her something more than she could offer before so she was a little bit guided.
Bella completely refused to leave, Miguel could only use the last ounce of his soft side to coax her. "What do I have to do to make you believe me?"
"Show me your ID!" She asked with a clear voice like a police officer would ask a crime suspect.
Miguel's lips twitched in amusement, he hadn't met a more funnier lady than her. Then he obediently Pulled out his wallet as passed his ID over like a good citizen.
Bella collected it and read the contents through half closed eyes, "You... You...you...are Miguel?"
Miguel heaved a huge sigh of relief and nodded in satisfaction "Yes, can we leave now? You look scary when you're drunk"
"I won't follow you!" I don't want to go with you you're a bad man.. Dad also said it that Agatha is bad" she replied in a drunken fit of rage and burst into laughter.
"Bad man?" Miguel was perplexed, getting a deal of 100 billion dollars is not as hard as tending to Bella's drunken self.
The two locked a gaze but the sound of footsteps came from beyond the door.
"Bella Trump..... Bella?? Are you there?"
Miguel Became stiffened in an instant. If he was to be seen in the female's restroom then the would be called a pervert.
The sound of footsteps draw closer and closer until he could almost see the person's clothes. Miguel curser quietly and quickly grabbed all Bella's belongings and stuffed her into the cubicle.
The person looking for her was the scriptwriter. She was the only one that noticed that Bella was yet to return from the restroom. She was also among the group of ladies that came to see Bianca and Jace's show of affection and she had saw when Bella stumbled to the restroom.
The scriptwriter stopped when she heard muffled sounds from the room at the left.
Within the cubicle, Bella was frightened from the way he suddenly dragged her into the cubicle and was struggling in his embrace whilst trying to key her down.
Hearing the struggle, The scriptwriter entered the restroom and called "Bella Trump is that you?"
Hering the voice close to them, Miguel's expression became darker and his second hand was on the cold trigger of the gun hidden at the back pocket.
He had never been in this kind of daring situation in his whole life.
It was at this moment that Bella bit the hand he used to cover her mouth. It hurts so much that he furrowed his brows. Since when had he been in such a sorry situation?
After taking deep breath, Miguel spoke up, his voice turned husky from trying to suppress his emotions, "You're biting me, I'll give it you now...."
The scriptwriter made to check the cubicle but she heard a man's voice she stopped in her tracks.
She froze for a moment her cheeks reddened and she quickly ran out.
She hadn't thought that she was in a hotel and that people can actually 'do it' in the restroom cubicle.
Since she wasn't found in the female restroom then she's left with the choice to go look for Bella elsewhere.
It never for once crossed her mind that the Bella Trump she was looking for was the the one doing 'that' in the restroom.
Upon hearing the footsteps fading from outside, Miguel heaved a huge sigh of relief. He sat on the toilet bowl and loosened his once kit up tie and placed the struggling Bella on his lap in case she fall to the ground again and asked for his ID before she could allow him to pick her up again.
The way she struggled in his laps made him feel something triggering in his body. A certain part of his body raising it's head, He snapped coldly at her, "Stop causing trouble and be a good girl"
Otherwise he wouldn't mind doing 'that' for real.
The tone he used was very frightening that wven though drunk, she composed herself and she started hiccupping. She looked at him with a puppy eye of someone being bullied.
Miguel felt he had spoken too harshly to her, he could only return to the helpless mode he was before. He patted her back carefully "Sorry, I shouldn't be so fierce with you"
However Bella doesn't seem to want to listen to his pleading as she shamelessly burst into sobs. And slowly.... Slowly... From hiccupping, she vomited on his coat and resumed crying.
Miguel's eye blazed in frustration. He felt like throwing up as he saw the stenchy vomit on his expensive coat. He sighed with frustration and with resigned tone of submission, he voiced
"What a mess have I put myself in?"
How can she be so hard to pacify more than Grandpa?
With staggers and more efforts he managed to make her sit on the toilet bowl he sitting so he could clean his coat.
"Hey, Miguel.... Did you know you're a big devil?", She asked through her sobs.
Miguel walked over to her after cleaning his body to pacify her again and like 'Grah' she vomited again this time on her own dress.
Miguel's eye darkened.
"Here my life comes to an end!!"