Becoming His Woman

Chapter 12: 110th Floor

Calix’s POV

As I sip on my delicately tended Champagne which my sister ship from France, I couldn’t help to get reminded by the position of the sun on how late it has been for a morning wake.

I still couldn’t believe how deep did my secretary enjoy submitting to the euphoric pleasure of sleep. It was twelve noon in the afternoon already and yet there’s no sign of Bliss waking up. She was lying in this hotel’s comfy angelic white bed inscribed with a Victorian mattress.

I am actually against the extravagant birthday treat of Mara to her guests of renting the entire 110th floor of North Light City Garden Hotel consisting of not less than fifty exclusive deluxe suites. This must have been the most irrelevant money spending a Dexigrous did.

We mostly invest on greater things. Something that will give us more fortune in return and this extravaganza birthday treat doesn’t qualify. I bet Mara pulls all the strings to get father’s approval.

But now that I am relaxing myself in one of this 110th floor suite, I am starting to think it wasn’t all a bad idea after all. Besides, I get a better view of the picture. Bliss Fernatto was absolutely looking sizzling hot and sexy with her oceanic-like colored two piece. Plus the fact that she was lying unconsciously on her back with her hair tussled around, all spread over the bed.

Who am I think she would show up in her literal semi-conservative outfit? Now I have proven that my secretary can be both an angelic fashionista as well as a dare-devil party goer.

I made my brother Devon look after her. Unfortunately, as the rake he is, he let someone else do it. He took advantage of Mara’s personal guards, Kamilla, Spencer, and Michelle do it. That was a sly act of Devon to excuse himself from taking responsibility. He was always like that…seeking pleasures and avoiding responsibilities. Thus, despite him as my older brother, Marcus' trust me more in terms of Mafia matters and business one.

“Hmmm…” Ms. Fernatto moaned softly as she shifted her position sideward, making her look at my direction, to the exact spot where I am seated.

I couldn’t figure out if she was playing the temptress here like in the office…If she did, she got me! My eyes couldn’t help but to linger on her half way naked body as the covers slid out of her skin due to shifting of sleeping position.

With a final gulp and a sudden comeback of gentleman vibe in my system, I gingerly turn my chair sideway, leaving the sensual scene in my front. I shouldn’t take advantage of an unconscious helpless girl.

“Calix…” I was a bit surprised to hear Ms. Fernatto addressed me using my first name. Regardless, it was nice that she finally wakes up or did she not?

I turned my head to check her out only to realize how tightly closed her eyes were. Why would she even talk me out in her sleep then? Silly girl.

With the last shot of my champagne, my patience are coming to an end. Despite everything, I still chose to stay. I felt obliged of looking out for her because it was my plan to invite her over my sister’s party.

I’ve been having this doubts on mind since our trip to the county. Not that I'm still hoping to see my first love again but…circumstances just couldn’t let me allow it slip as it is. I got questions in my mind which is needing of answers.

On our trip to the county, I observed how Ms. Fernatto is avoiding her back making contact to the chair as if it was some sort of fragile as evident to the awkward sideway sleeping position in passenger’s seat.

It was the remnants of my nobility that I fix her sitting position forward to avoid getting her stiff neck but that seems to be uncomfortable for her as she automatically adjust to the opposite sideway. I could have ignored that matter if I hadn’t seen her back as I accidentally touch her back during the hmmm…loss of control bodacious make out during that rainy night.

I even got the chance to clearly have a peek on the mischief on her back when a chopper came to rescue us during the unfortunate landsides and heavy rainfalls we encountered.

And the result was inevitably coincidental with the same woman during the auction night who also happens to has my first love first name. Ms. Fernatto had a fresh mild burn on her back…the same spot where the mysterious woman got caught with the explosion.

Given the advantage, I tried to trap her in a time frame where she couldn’t both show up in the second auction event and then here. But the mysterious girl ‘bearing the name of my first love' still show up despite Ms. Fernatto drinking champagne and whiskey on my sister’s birthday party.

Now I am resolve with my doubt on my secretary. My remaining problem will be tracing the real identity of the mystery woman in the auction.

I called Sergio, one of our mafia’s renowned computer adept tracker to infiltrate Laghberg databases and runs an identity check to every possible woman in the organization that might be the mysterious woman I am looking for. She quite leave me an intriguing impression of a classy, elegant, and determined woman. Giving her the compliment of being strong would be too much the credit. Let’s settle with the determined adjective.

My phone suddenly vibrates notifying me of a new message coming from Rusco, the one that I tasked to deliver the item to the safe of my father.

‘The Gun of Yakuza was successfully handed to the Mafia Boss.’ His message goes this way. Not long after, the picture of my father flashes in the screen. He was calling.

I slide the green icon to answer Marcus. I wasn’t able to bid my greet of him good afternoon when he started speaking…

“Well done. This will be the greatest asset we have in uncovering the path of greater and more advance firearms.” He said still maintaining his stoic attributes. With no more words to say, I hang up the call.

Herena’s POV

I am in a beach with warm sparkling sand which gentle kisses the rear of my feet. Around me was tall standing coconut trees and local tourists either sulking under the sun or swimming across the blueish green refreshing water of Miami coast.

I saw a young man seated on the sand near the crystal water with his feet submerged in splashes. He looks deeply immersed in the unending sea as if drowning to its splendid beauty.

In an early age, my parents moved me here in Miami for an unknown reason to me as a kid whereas they stayed in New York to manage our small growing business. I am a new kid here and it would be very appreciated to meet some friends.

“Hey!” I confidently greeted the young man. It took him a moment before responding to me by simply looking at my way as if he just had his thoughts back from somewhere.

“My name is Herena.” I cheerfully introduced myself and offers a hand which I was force to withdraw afterward. He was quite the snob as he pretended not to hear nor see me. Instead he returns his gaze to the unending sea.

“Are you troubled?” I asked him again. But as I expected, he didn’t answer me back.

“You know what…the ocean is blue.” I said as I follow where his eyes go. It is a mainstream of sadness for me.

“While everyone seems to love it, I just found it very depressing...

“It’s very vast and outstretched making me feel lost in the middle.”

It reminds me of how far I am from my hometown in New York City; and how a stranger I am to the Miami sea.

I instantly snap my thoughts back to me and checks if the young man beside me bothers to listen. To my surprise, he did listen as I caught him looking at me.

“Friends?” I asked again and offers a hand. This time I didn’t need to draw it back as the young man took my hand and gently squeezes it.

“Calix…” He shortly replied.

“Nice meeting you…Calix…” I don’t know why I felt a little awkward saying his first name. Maybe because he acted snobbish earlier.

A weird vibration of something pulls back my senses from an amazing dream from when I first met the man I opt to take back. I slowly opens my eye and shuts it back again for a while to adjust with the blinding light of the penetrating rays of the sun through the glassy window. Where am I?

I slowly got up from my sleeping position into a comfortable seat. Ugh! I couldn’t help to hold on my head. The drinks from last night must have been taking their revenge on my body.

My tantrums were quickly turned into surprise as I heard a familiar voice somewhere. I spread my vision until I finally landed on the right wing of this who-know-where -room and confirms my intuition.

He was standing tall near a classic red chair with his hand on his ear, bringing the phone to his hearing senses. He seems to be talking to someone on the line.

I moved closer to the nightstand where a glass of water was placed together with a medicine. Oh! I wonder if it was some sort of pre-arranged matter accommodations or did Calix actually prepares this.

By the way, where on earth is this room. Before I could even say more, I felt an approaching presence from my side. He must have notice I am wide awake already.

“What time is it?” He innocently asked me while putting one of his hand with a Black Rolex watch below his jaw, slyly reminding me of the time. Gosh! I slept up until midday. I slightly gasp in embarrassment as my boss just caught me overslept. It’s a bad sign of being a lazy person…but it was all his fault for inviting me in a party and leaving me on my own. He didn’t even showed up. I am the one who should play the distressed one and not him!

I ignored his sly reminders of the time and reached out for the medicine placed in the table and drink it at once.

“Where is this place?” I asked him as I walk towards the window. I didn’t hear him answer, instead, I felt a warm fabric placed on both sides of my shoulder blades.

Crap! I literally cussed at myself as I notice how barely covered I am with just my skimpy two piece on. How could I forget that? I bet I’m too distracted with the pain in my head that I forgot checking about my body as a normal girl should do. And hell where is this place…

“I bet you don’t want to flaunt your body to the entire New Yorker as you stand there at the transparent glass in a broad day light.” Mr. Dexigrous said with his eyebrow raise in disbelief.

The ringing of the bell in front the door cuts the building tension as the man eyeing me saunters to the door and gets some of the wrapped goods delivered. He didn’t let the delivery man enters the room even if he had to carry everything himself. Should I consider it his act of considering me? My barely naked status…

“Go on and change.” He ushered his hand towards a door in one corner which I suppose to be the CR or bathroom perhaps as he handed me a paper bag.

I heartily obliged like I never wanted to be trap in this skimpy outfit like ever. Clicking the door’s lock I quickly wash my face and dressed up already. The package was a complete set of clothing with a pair of underwear together with a petal pink dress reaching my ankle. However, just like the last time, the brassiere is a bit tight but I can pull it off for a while.

We ate breakfast first before Mr. Dexigrous drop me on my home. He gives me a special day off for today as his sign of apology for letting me attend the party alone which was not a part of my duty as secretary. I later realized as we are heading out of the hotel that I just slept in one of the room within the 110th floor.

How bad did I talk about that birthday special treat yet I’m one of those who benefitted from it?

Such a hypocrite of me! Gosh Herena! You’re words are coming back to you. Ugh! This is insane!

Completely epic!