Jeremy Clarkson
1097 Words
“s**t!”
Leila gasped when she looked under the duvet and saw her naked body. “There is no way I just slept with a call boy.” She muttered under her breath.
She sat up on the bed, looking over the sunny Landscape through the floor to ceiling window.
She could hear the patter of the shower. It had to be the call boy in there. This was her chance. She stood from the bed carefully picking up her dress and underwear scattered all over the room.
She threw them on with urgency, snatched her shoe and tiptoed to the door.
“Are you going to leave without saying goodbye?”
Her heart jerked in shock when she heard the baritone voice. She turned to the source of the gruff voice and lost her breath, holy cow! He was smoking hot! like Volcano magma kind of hot!
From the way the water was dripping from the hard planes of his chest to his washboard stomach and down to his V shaped pelvis, plus the towel tied tantalizingly low. Who said one night stands were not worth it?
Her eyes slid up his face again. He was the typical pretty boy that got whatever he wanted from women. Golden pupils and a matching blonde hair with some stray curls covering his face and an earring on his right ear.
My! My! He was a Greek God! And… he was looking… at her!
Body, Check. Face card, check. Voice, check, height check.
He cleared his throat and jolted her out of her reverie.
Oh, he was waiting for her to respond. How dumb she was!
“Uhh…Yeah, of course…. goodbye,” she tried to walk away then remembered that she had not paid for the night yet. “I'm sorry It slipped my mind to pay, I'm not used to this kind of thing,” she said, smiling, trying to sound friendly, but he only furrowed his thick brows in confusion.
She pulled out some dollar bills from her bag and reached to give it to him and he eyed her as though she had gone crazy.
She carefully walked past him and kept the money on the bed. The room reeked of awkwardness and she didn't want to stay one more second in it.
She plastered a fake smile on her face to make her escape, “Bye… see you… never.” she said the last word in her mind. Even though the man was very hot, her conscience won't let her come back here again.
She tried to make her way to the door and she was dumbstruck at what happened next. He grabbed her by her hand and pulled her to him and wrapped his muscled arms around her waist.
“You can't tell me that you don't re-” he was stopped mid sentence when the door was abruptly pushed open.
“Gotcha! Leila Brown. I knew you were up to no good.” A familiar voice said after which the shutter sound of a camera followed immediately after. Leila's eyes widened the size of saucers when she saw Zara at the door. She got out of the young man's arms.
“How the f**k did you know where I'm? Are you tracking me?” Leila asked in Surprise.
“That doesn't matter, does it?” Zara raised her brow in question, “What matters is that I caught you red handed. Do you think Toni will ever forgive you when he sees this?” she asked with a cruel smile smeared on her face.
Leila chuckled, “No, thank you. You can keep the tiny d**k man w***e to yourself. I have moved on to bigger things.”
An audible gasp escaped Zara's lips, shocked at her sister's comeback,“Just wait till he sees this.” Zara threatened, then turned to leave the room when the young man plucked the phone out of Zara's grip. Zara turned to him with her nose flaring. “Will you give it back? You this man whore.”
He walked to the window and let out an “Oops," when he flung the phone out of the 10th storey. Leila's jaw dragged on the floor as she watched him make that move. Leila couldn't stop the broad, toothy grin that threatened to split her face into two.
“What the… how dare you?” Zara hollered, but the young man couldn't care less.
“It seems someone will be needing a new phone.” he said calmly and picked the money on the bed and gave it to Zara. “Now get out of here before I call security.”
Zara was fuming with anger, completely mirroring Leila who was laughing hard. She marched out of the room.
Not without slamming the door.
He pulled her into his arms again. Leila couldn't help the smile sizzling on her lips. “That was cool.” she told him and he winked at her.
“Let me get dressed. I'll walk you.”
Attitude, check.
As they walked out of the hotel building, she was giddy with excitement walking with someone as him. If only women were men and vice versa she would have collected his number, but unfortunately it was not so. Doing that will only make her come across as desperate. No one wants to look needy.
“So you work the hotels, huh?” she asked her companion.
“Well, this is actually just one of-” He tried to answer when she interrupted him again.
“My ride's here. Please keep this,” Leila said, giving him the money he had offered her stepsister. “You really did well last night.” She winked at him and ducked into her ride.
“I'm Jeremy by the way.” He hollered before her ride went out of sight.
“And this is one of the hotels I own.” he completed the second sentence. This woman keeps giving me money. Does she really think I'm a call boy?
And just then his Personal Assistant appeared, “Hey boss, still on for golf with the senator?”
“No, I rescheduled.” He responded, “Take me to the Maverick house. I have a few things to check on.”
A big, black escalade parked in front of him and he ducked into it.
“I just met the lady that helped me a few years ago, her name is Leila Brown. Get me every information you can get about her. ” Jeremy Clarkson ordered.
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