DEBAUCHED LOVE

CHAPTER 4

Lorenzo reads through the files on his desk marked Soraya Elsher as his talk with his lawyer fleets through his memory…

“What do you mean your wife sir?”

His lawyer incredulously asked dumbfounded at the turn of events. He relates his story precisely leaving out only the unimportant bits of the next morning when they’d woken up together

His lawyer’s mouth hangs open after the story, he stumbles on his words as he thinks of the best way to question Lorenzo who’s grey eyes stare directly into the Lawyer’s brown ones

“B…but sir. She could file for a divorce, what if she gets word of this out? Is she locked up in the hotel room?”

Lorenzo straightens up, moving his gaze to the ceiling

“She’s not in my custody, I’m sure I’ve talked her against filing for a divorce but she can’t till it’s at least two weeks just in case she feels stubborn. Get me all there is to know about her. Write up an agreement regarding this issue. Make sure it solves this issue with the company”

With that said the lawyer nods, getting to his feet as he senses Lorenzo is done with their mini meeting not willing to entertain his serious worries and questions any longer

“I’ll need those files on my desk tomorrow before I arrive”

“Yes sir”

“Call in my assistant as you leave”

The lawyer nods leaving the massive office. He signals to the chirpy woman in what looks like a cos play version of a secretary work cloth with her t**s almost falling out of the open buttons of her elastic top tucked in a tiny black skirt holding up her round ass….

Lorenzo arranges them in the order he’ll read them putting background at the very top, features, education, relatives(family and friends), present living conditions, work, summary of her activities (including police reports) follows

Lorenzo’s brow raise at the sight of police report but still slides it in last. He fills himself in on the necessary details of her background that has very little to offer. Only showing she’d lived with her father and sister then going on to explain nothing on her lack of other family.

He opens the features, taking his time to look over her picture again. She’s beautiful he’d admit. With rose colored full lips, piercing green eyes and black curly hair.

He’d noticed her body when she’d woken him up with her screams. Her petite waist connected downwards to her side hips and full ass. He’d been particularly drawn to her full breasts.

He feels blood rush south as he starts to harden at thoughts of her. Staring at the marriage license on his table, he reminds himself she’s particularly after his end. And he’d make sure he’d end her.

Curiosity gets the best of him as he fishes out her police reports. Reading through it thoroughly it becomes obvious that she’s only been to prison in respect to her boyfriend’s drug dealing. His mind goes to when she’d begged him to let her divorce him before her boyfriend got wind of it.

The black car rolls to a stop at the hotel she’d woken up in the day she’d realized she’d gotten married in a drunken haze. She gets weird looks as she comes out of the car in a bonnet and a robe but to the men’s relief calmly, the three surround her not letting a soul see her full face as they enter into the massive hotel.

She’s in awe as she admires the beautiful gold themed interiors.

This has to be what it feels like to be rich

A man in a suit approaches her, gushing as he takes her hand

“It is lovely to meet you ma'am. Mr. Gonzalo has personally requested I take you to your presidential suite.”

Soraya stares at him dumbfounded and confused ready to argue

I can’t even pay rent

“My suite? I can’t aff…”

The man who’d carried her and mocked her throughout the car ride cuts her off

“It’d be her pleasure, lead the way”

The man looks from Soraya to the man before moving to the elevator still talking

“I am, Mr. Carter John. You can call me John, I’m the manager of this hotel. I suspect you are a very important person for Mr. Gonzalo to have personally booked your room and instructed the order of your service. Am I right?”

The elevator opens, they ignore the manager filing inside with Soraya still covered by their huge bodies. The manager gets in with them not getting the hint as he still keeps talking

“I absolutely love your dress ma'am the robe and bonnet mix is very classy. Am excellent choice. It’s peak fashion.

Soraya’s eyes widen confused as the lively guard covers his laugh with a cough clearly trying to hide Soraya’s financial status from the manager.

The elevator dings at their stop, everybody filing out again. The suite is the only room on that floor, ensuring top notch privacy. The manager proceeds to hand over the key card to Soraya’s 'guard' as he pressed the button to move back down.

The lively man turns to Soraya eyes bright

“My name is Clark Staunton, I am Lorenzo Gonzalo's cousin. We’ll do a more detailed introduction inside”

He says as he casts a meaningful glance Soraya follows at the actual guards. He places the key card at the sensors of the door, waiting till Soraya is inside before turning to the guards

“Asegúrate de que nadie entre en esta habitación” (Make sure nobody enters this room)

“Sí señor” (yes sir)

Soraya walks into the longue, mouth agape at the sheer size of the hotel room. It looked bigger than her apartment. She takes the time she’s away from Clark looking around the longue in awe. Everything looks very high tech and beautiful. It’s definitely a place she’d never imagine herself in. Clark clears his throat drawing Soraya’s attention to himself.

He's already sitting on a sofa, he nods his head at her gesturing her to sit too. She lets out a gasp as she sits not expecting the soft yet firm nature of the sofa.

Eyes turning to Clark, she begins

“Why am I here?”