A Bratty Heiress

Baritone voice

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Mateo Dante's POV

I must have been in a trance. I heard the room door creak open and close.

Griiiiiii! The telephone rang. I scourge through with my arms, reaching for the bedside table. Alas, my hands got hold of the telephone, it stopped ringing.

With my brows arched, I placed the phone close to my ears. My eyes were half open as I was barely awake.

"Yes" I spoke up, my voice hoarse and grumpy.

"Good morning sir" the hotel's receptionist greeted, her voice sounds very sharp and active.

"Yes, what's the matter?"

"The lady you-" I looked to my side, there was no one. Just the duvet, and the pillow mould. I suck in air, the receptionist voice had became inaudible. The beauty I had linked up with at that club last night was gone.

I could not make out what she was saying but at the end of the call she asked me a question.

"Yes," I replied. My brain feels stressed out. I spread my other hand to the other side of the bed. Wincing, half heartily wishing the beauty was here I would have worked this hands about her well rounded hourglass body.

"Sir-" I dropped the phone, buried my face in a pillow and dived back into my sleep. The day was still young.

Just when I was about to delve into stage two of my slumber… my cellphone began to ring. With my face still buried in the pillow, I searched for the damn phone about the bed.

I drew my face out of the fluffy pillow to see who the caller was. The screen read, Saint Luca, my secretary. I accepted it.

"Yes Luca?!"

"Good morning sir," Luca greeted rather rashly, unlike his gentle collected self. I waited to hear what he had to say without interrupting. "Papa Enzo, he's at your house"

My eyes went wide open at the mention of that name. I jerked out of the bed, landing on my feet.

"He's what?!!" I asked to be clear.

"At your house"

"Why??!"

"I do not know!" Luca's voice trembled, he seemed to be scared, more than the degree of my fear in my heart. I developed cold feet, goose bumps had began to form about my body. I felt the mixture of chill and heat as sweat spores began to form on my forehead as well.

I browsed about the room, headed for the cupboard, I took out a pair of shorts and polo.

My phone rang again. It was Luca again.

"Yes Luca?!" I said wedging the phone with my shoulders as I put my legs through the shorts.

"Please have your bath and dress formally before going to meet him," Luca said. I paused.

"Why?!"

"I lied you weren't at home for a business meeting at NYC, he's been waiting for you."

"s**t!' I spat and ended the call. I sprang into action, dashed into the bathroom, had the quickest bath of my life and got dressed in a suit.

A businessman is incomplete without his watch. I made for my Rolex, I remember dropping it on the bedside table.

"What the hell?" I retraced my steps, proceeded to opening the drawer, I could not find it there too, I noticed the stack of cash was tampered with, about three wads taken. And then…

"My Ice chain?!" My eyes widened in disbelief.

My eyes fell on a card on the floor, just at the side of the bed. I bent over and then picked it up.

"Nora Styles… Ontario, Canada." I read through, she must have carelessly left her national identity card.

I dashed out.

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It felt like the longest drive in a while. I'd check the time with my phone. One minute felt like an hour. I bit my finger nervously.

Mark seemed to have noticed my uneasiness as he glanced back few times now.

He stretched one if his hands off the steering to the car's stereo and tuned down the volume of the radio.

“Is there a problem boss?” He asked with a brow arced.

“How long till we get home?”

“Uhhhmmm… Like twenty more minutes or… so” he said.

“s**t”

“It's the early morning traffic, but don't worry we are in a fast moving lane.” He said looking about. “Ya see?” he smirked as the line made a move and he hit the ignition and moved forward.

I dug my hands into my chest pocket but could not find it. Then again, I dug my hands into my trouser side pocket, yet, I was still not able to find it. It began to vibrant.

“s**t” I felt the vibration. I slid my hands underneath my bottom. I dragged out the device, it must have slipped from my hands somehow. I quickly dialed Luca's number.

“Hello,” his baritone resounded.

“Is he still…”

“Yes he is, hurry up. Yeah wait, where did you ask Natalie to go?”

“Am I her keeper. Why are you asking me about her?” I sighed and ended the damned call.