Would Die For You ©

Chapter 3

"Are you going to tell me once and for all what you're doing in my room and acting in such an unseemly way?"

Emily opens her eyes and swallows hard.

"Undecorous?" She asks confused.

"I hear myself well."

"Sir prince ..." She is immediately silent when she hears the stupidity she has said blinded by nerves.

«What do you mean sir prince? What a shame Emily!»

"As you said?" He whispers wryly and in a mocking tone of voice as he finishes closing the door behind him.

She corrects herself without wasting any more time:

"What I mean is ... excuse the recklessness. I was just…" She stops looking at him to point to the wooden table and then to the bed. "Finishing fixing her room. Placing the corresponding details that we always do for our guests."

Amir takes two steps forward and leaving his briefcase on a beautiful piece of furniture near the bedside table, he mutters in front of Emily:

"You can retire now." He looks into her eyes with absolute seriousness, without an iota of remorse for his hostile and overbearing tone of voice.

Emily nods and putting her headphones and mp3 in the small pocket of her skirt and whispers:

"Enjoy your stay, Mr. Sheikh..."

"Lord to you." He interrupts her and, passing her by, sits down on the immense bed, and then yawns to sentence. "Get out now!"

She storms out of the room and into the hall she runs into the huge entourage of men at the door.

At least he quickly counted about ten.

"Oh, my God!!" She whispers as the elevator doors close in front of his nose.

When she reaches the ground floor, she runs to her office and her best friend Katherine is waiting for her, with a big ass face.

"But how could you have missed us like that?" She reproaches him.

Emily sighs as she falls into the executive chair in front of her desk and whispers:

"Katherine stop! I just had the biggest embarrassment in my entire life."

"Shut up nothing!" Katherine snorts. "The blessed hateful Arab arrived with all his entourage and you weren't there to greet him."

"Hah !!" Emily laughs wryly. "I wasn't there to receive it? But what are you talking about? Who was the one in your room finalizing the details that you decided to leave for last?"

"Emily..."

"Emily nothing Katherine!" She sighs " The very arrogant one found me in the room and for my "Good luck" he saw me dancing all sensualita my favorite Canadian song."

"What you what?" Katherine's eyes widen as the palm of her right hand slaps Emily's desk in shock. "No. May. Be!!" He laughs out loud.

"Yeah, come on ... Laugh all you want."

Katherine's laughter was so contagious that Emily ends up laughing alongside her best friend herself for long minutes.

******

Thirty minutes later...

Jason walks into Emily's office after knocking on the door.

"Hello my pretty Emily." He whispers as he gives her a chaste kiss on the cheek and then takes a seat.

"How are you darling?" She talks to him as she looks at herself in the mirror of her compact powder, then takes her seat back in her executive chair.

"How was it with our new host? Katherine told me with a laugh that you bumped into him in a peculiar way.

"I'm fine. Better tell me... How did it go with our new host? Katherine told me with a laugh that you bumped into him in a peculiar way."

Emily rolls her eyes as she chokes on a laugh.

"What did he tell you in specific?"

"Nothing else, just that. She couldn't stop laughing." He smiles remembering Katherine deprived of laughter. "What did you think? Do you also think it's hateful?"

She lets out a sigh and mutters:

"I think the Arab will be a stone in our shoes as long as he decides to be here."

Jason nods as a smile appears on his lips again, he absolutely agrees with his best friend.

"How was it last night with Jake?"

"The worst..." She shrugs. "I ended up getting drunk so I wouldn't have to listen to him anymore."

"Oh Emily ..." He sighs as he leans his back against the back of the chair.

"I already know it! But what can I do Jason? I still don't feel ready to talk to him, much less listen to the whole chain of excuses he's going to tell me. And which, most are lies invented by him and his crazy imagination."

"I'm just telling you to give him a vote of confidence. When he spoke to me, I noticed that he was very sorry and sincere in what he said. Very sure of himself!"

"I'll think about it." He lied and when he stopped looking at the screen of his cell phone, she looks up and asks him, "When are you leaving brother?"

"This next month." He whispers longingly.

Jason is Emily's half-brother and like her, he is the administrative manager of the small hotel chain's headquarters in New York and her best friend, Katherine, of the third headquarters in the city of Seattle.

While Emily runs the main headquarters in Chicago.

"And Katherine?" He asks.

"I don't know... Until now, she hasn't told me or mentioned anything about when she returns to Seattle."

She nods and while smiling whispers:

"What will become of the three of us? We are lacking in social life..."

"I do not know!" He responds wryly and Emily laughs uproariously as she tosses him a pencil.

15:25 PM.

Amir reluctantly wakes up after sleeping for most of the day.

He stands up and walks slowly to the bathroom, looks in the mirror and doesn't like the way he looks. His eyes are exhausted and the white part is now red.

"Oh Allah!"

After relieving themselves, Amir washes his hands and then his face, and when he's back in the room, he searches his briefcase for a spare toothbrush.

After brushing, take a seat on the bed and call reception to ask for something to eat. Since he does not have the heart or time to wait to look for Mihair, his head of security and personal assistant.

"Good afternoon! How can we help your Highness?" The receptionist's voice makes him snort.

Everything harasses and annoys him at this point. He's not in the mood since he saw his cousin Mohamed.

"I'd like room service please. What's today's menu?"

"Italian food, sir."

"Only that?" He mutters angrily. "What else do you have?"

"Caesar salad, to accompany whatever you want. We also have paella, baked fish and for dessert, chocolate marquise."

Amir pales upon hearing such a dessert thing.

He hates chocolate and his room reeks of that aroma.

And he hardly notices it and that disgusting smell that reigns in his room.

As he took a minute's silence to think, the receptionist was quick to say:

"But if you want a special order, we will gladly send it to you, sir. We will talk to the chef."

Amir nods, pleased.

"I would appreciate. Write down carefully what I am going to dictate to you."

"Yes sir, I hear it."

"For starters, I want a puree, in a deep dish and not very seasoned. For the main course, I want lamb and vegetables and for dessert only a yogurt. I only want coffee and water to drink. Please." He whispers in a thick voice. "Let the coffee be decaffeinated and at a high temperature. I like it very hot."

"Yes sir..."

With that said, Amir ends the call leaving the receptionist with the word on his mouth.

He stands up and leaves in search of that disgusting smell of chocolate. Guided by the smell, he reaches the round, thin wooden table, which is in the middle of the corridor that divides the anteroom and the suite room.

He takes the tray and looking at the chocolates with absolute contempt, he is going to throw them away when they knock on the door of the room.

He walks with the tray of chocolate in hand, with a considerate distance from his face and opens the door reluctantly. When he sees the young woman on duty at the entrance, he reluctantly hands her the tray.

And with that hoarse and arrogant voice that characterizes him, he sentences:

"Please, take this disgusting away and tell the hotel owners, thank you for the detail. But I hate chocolate!"

"Yes sir..."

With his gritty humor he slammed the door and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

As they leave, Amir puts on a silk robe and slowly opens the door to the suite for Mihair.

"Good afternoon sir.

He enters the suite with all the luggage and leaves all the suitcases in their respective places and in order of size, because that is how he likes Amir.

"Here's all your luggage, Highness. Everything in order and as you requested."

"Thank you. Tell the driver and all the security team to be ready, we are leaving in an hour. I will eat first."

"Yes, highness."

Amir rolls his eyes when he hears it and sentences:

"Tell me Mr. Mihair. No highness, not you."

"Excuse me, sir. Custom..."

"Well, lose it! At least when we're in private."

"As you order my lord."

With that said, Mihair leaves the room and at that moment, a waiter comes to the door and knocks on it wisely. Before entering, he is checked by two of Amir's bodyguards, he opens the door and when he sees the scene, he smiles with his eyes.

These kinds of things will never cease to be entertaining for him. His entourage of bodyguards can be a bit over the top.

"Leave him alone, he's just a waiter. I don't think I can do much knowing the great protection I have."

His bodyguards immediately stop and let him enter with the food cart.

"Here you go sir, enjoy it."

"I'm sorry about the search." Amir whispers dryly and from his briefcase he takes out a hundred dollar bill. "Thank you... You can retire now."

Upon receiving the ticket, the young man opens his eyes completely and stammers:

"Thank you very much sir, but this is a lot..."

"Do you want it or not?" He whispers reluctantly.

"Yes." He nods vehemently. "I won't like them at all. Thank you..."

"Good ... Now back off."

Turning his back to him, Amir goes to the anteroom where his luggage is, and taking the largest suitcase, he returns to the room and throws it on the bed.

When he hears the door close softly, he walks up to it and double-locks it.

Two hours later...

Emily watches the weather news on the flat screen TV in her office. The driver announces that a tropical storm will hit Chicago in the next few hours, bringing torrential rains, more thunder and lightning with it before landing.

She stands up and taking her wallet leaves the office. With her phone in her hands she calls her parents' house and within seconds, that beautiful motherly voice captivates her.

"Yes?"

"Hi, Mom..."

"Hi dear!! How are you?"

"Well, mother. I'm fine, this day has not been the best but the rest, everything is fine."

"Oh my girl. I understand ... You work a lot. When you come to visit us?"

"Soon mom. For now I can not, I have a very important guest at the hotel and I must be here for anything and inconvenience that may arise."

Amazed and curious his mother asks:

"Hey daughter... And who is this new guest?"

"A supposed Arab sheikh."

Emily takes the cell phone away from her ear, walks to reception and asks the girl behind the desk for Katherine.

"She finds her on the fifth floor with Mr. Jason, Miss Rose."

Emily nods and thanks him with a wink.

Walking towards the elevators and pressing the button, she brings her mobile closer to her ear and as she does so, she hears her mother's voice speaking alone.

"Daughter?"

"Excuse me, mom."

"Do not worry..."

"I have to hang up now, I was just calling to say hi and also to tell you that I just saw on the news that a tropical storm is approaching the city. So, secure the doors and windows." When the elevator arrives, she enters it.

"Thanks for warning and worrying dear, we just saw them too. We'll get to that with the service guys. I love you daughter."

"And I love you mother... See you soon."

Emily keeps the phone in her purse and leaving the elevator she walks to her best friend's room and when she is about to knock on the door, some slight noises stop her, when she puts her ear close, she can clearly hear some moans.

"Can. Not. Be!! Oh my god... Jason and Katherine together!!" She whispers while laughing softly.

She decides not to disturb and walks back to the elevator. When it opens its doors, Emily enters it without looking at who or who is there, taking out her compact powder, she looks in the mirror and retouches her lipstick. Then he puts it back and looks for the mobile among his things when he hears it ringing.

When she finds it, she observes who is calling and rolls his eyes.

Jake. Your ex boyfriend.

"What do you want?" She answers reluctantly.

"Can we meet tonight?"

"Forget this!"

"Please Emily. You know I love you, give me a chance, just one, let me explain the truth of things to you. Forgive me!"

"Jake, leave me alone. Please, I tell you in a good way. Don't look for me, give me my space. Let me heal, I am angry, hurt and so I don't usually think clearly.

"We will be back?" The young man behind the line whispers sadly.

"I do not know. I honestly think not.

"Do not say that. Let's meet please!!" He begs.

"It won't be today. I saw on the news that a storm is approaching the city. In fact, I'm already leaving the hotel to go home."

"And tomorrow...?"

Emily stops listening to him when she feels the elevator stop and the red emergency light flashes on and off suddenly.

"Jake we'll talk later."

She ends the call and when she looks up ahead, her eyes go wide and her breath hitches.

«Don't, f**k, Me! Why me, god?»