Orders kept coming in and because everyday looks like summer in Miami, it got exhausting really quickly for me because I got little to no sleep last night after such an extraneous workout. Everywhere literally hurt, I kept glancing at the clock frustrated as minutes dragged on. Have you ever felt that when you need time to fly it doesn't and when you need it to slow that's when the crazy thing fly away. All I need now is a good soak, ice-cream and my bed. Is that too much to ask from time? "Nia." I stop in my tracks changing directions to the manager of the hotel."Over here please." "Yes Ethan." I smile catching the look Stephanie gave me from his side. "I want you to take Stephanie's place till she get a change." noticing the ugly stain on her white shirt. Is that vomit? Ewww. Frowning not liking the idea. "Ethan you know I don’t serve VIP section." glaring at the direction of the VIP pass my frown deepens. Stern and firm he replies. "It wasn’t a request Nia. It's an order." "Why can't someone else do it? I'm working here." flipping my notepad and serving tray for him to see and likely get a change of heart. "No." "Fine." sighing in defeat. "Just till she is back..." facing Stephanie with an attitude of my own if she thinks I didn't see the way her eyes glares at me..."and can you please fix your bitchy face? I am perfectly fine where I am so hurry up and take your precious job." not caring if Ethan finds it rude but she's been on my neck since I got here and I have had it here with her trying to annoy me. She huffs strutting her fake body off to the store room. "Really?" Ethan gives a bored look. "What? You know how nice I am and how rude she is." I defend myself. I have one simple principle; treat me the way you wish to be treated. I'm open to fit all choices. He groans handing me a funny looking drink and a bucket of ice. "Take this to table three and please fix a smile on your face. Mr Ivanov hate tardiness." I gave a toothy smile to which he shakes his head in a perky smile. "Better." I never really liked serving the VIPs, that's why I specifically stayed within the pool and beach. Stephanie should better fix her attitude because next time I won't be as lenient as I am. She naturally hates me and I don't know why? First, she blames me for taking Julio away from her, and now she thinks I will snatch her VIP clients. Life can just be so unfair. There's always someone who hates you at work, school, apartment, street, for no just course. Your presence alone is a war they wish to get rid off. Why is it like that? Climbing the last stair my eyes search for table three seeing the two gentlemen already seated. "Here you go Sirs." I fix my face in a charming smile placing their drinks careful not to spill it, the bucket of ice beside the drinks. Lifting my eyes up looking at the men in suits my breath caught in my throat meeting familiar grey eyes. Not again. What is he doing here? "Anything else I can get for you both." Avoiding the deathly stare faced at me from a familiar stranger. "No thank you." the other man says with his eyes fixed solely from my chest to the little white skirt on me. "My pleasure." giving back my signature smile I avoided Elijah's eyes walking away. I know one look at him will get me get vivid imagination of last night episode and I've broken the most important role as a Vatore. Never mess with the red flag. I did. Multiple times in different positions last night. I struggled to dismiss the throbbing feeling that came back tenfold seeing Elijah again. As much as I knew how bad this is I could not deny the attraction I have for the handsome stranger. A deadly attraction that will definitely lead me to danger. Walking pass the VIP section I see him causally holding the iron railings of the balcony. He's looking straight at me like a hawk. I quickly look away not wanting to encourage him further. "Hey you done?" Julio came up to me with a smile on his face that wasn't like Elijah. Stop it. "Yeah." I return his. "Good let's go to the beach." Instinctively, my head turns catching Elijah's emotionless eyes trained on me shifting low to where Julio held my waist. I gulp looking away. *** Our break was going great as we ate and drank amongst our friends that was until I got called back by the Ethan. Kissing Julio I left to meet Ethan. "It's my break Ethan." "Mr Ivanov request for you." "Why?" "Go ask him yourself. He's up there." motioning with his head to the hotel. "Take this." handing me a keycard leaving without another word. Angrily I stalked to meet the so called Mr Ivanov. Getting eyes as I pass the lobby to the elevator placing the keycard for the...penthouse? This Mr Ivanov must be a regular here to have the penthouse. Ding* The doors chimed open and I step into the luxurious penthouse. Wow. I need to get a place like this of my own. Probably when all is settled in my life. For now I need to stay hidden. "Elijah? What are you doing here?" He glance at me briefly before looking out the huge window again. Confused I search for the other guy who was with him wanting to hear whatever he wants to say and get away from Elijah as fast as I can. " You left." he turns to me. "Is there any reason why I am here Sir?" I retort rather smartly yet cautious. "Answer me princess." Does he ever smile? "I believe what happened last night was a mistake and I don’t think i'm meant to be here with a guest. I will get into trouble." I'm not worried about that trouble. I'm more worried about the trouble of being alone with him again looking sexy in his armani charcoal grey suit pants and navy blue jacket looking more sexy than with the dim light shielding how handsome he truly is in the light. His hair slicked back emphasizing his defined jawline and five o'clock shadow beards, a tattoo peeking out from his open collar three buttons down. "Whose rules?" baritone voice snaps me from eye raping him. I could only hope my nipples ain't piercing my bikini bra. A girl can only take much. "Mr Ivanov, the owner. No fraternizing with house guests and if caught you get fired." I quote for him. He smirks fixing his hands in his pocket pants. "Good thing I make the rules." my jaw fell open in shock and embarrassment. He's my Boss. The boss I have never seen since I came here. The boss I danced for. The boss who fucked my brains out hours ago. Now how can I stay away from him when he writes my paycheck? "Who was the boy I saw you with?" "My friend." "Your boyfriend?" thick brow quirk up questionably. I didn't answer wanting to run far from Elijah feeling my breath hitches at the dark glare, his index motions I come close, I dare not refuse going to him by the window. "Answer me princess." he breathes on my neck inhaling my scent. Goosebumps crawl on my skin as I felt somewhat way. "Yes ." I squeak out, blindly tilting my head to give him more room to feast on my neck. "Does he know I had you under me, writhing , moaning and begging for me to make you cum?" hands trails on my body caressing me softly. "Does he know that while he was worried sick of you, you were popping your cherry and riding my dick?" rough hands grip my boob's massaging the soothing ache making me cream my panties. I bite my lips looking out the window wondering how sinful this man makes me act. "Did you tell him how many times I made you cum for me, how your body got excited?" I cry out as his finger found its way in my pussy rubbing the increasing wetness. "Have you told him how sticky I filled you till your sweet tight pussy couldn’t take no more?" I moan gripping the back of his head grinding on his harden dick. "Maybe he might have taken notice of the way you walk and how exhausted you look behind the façade?" "Elijah. Stop it. Please." my eyes close relishing the sweet throb only him can quench. The slow thrusts that went in and out of me, dragging moans and mewl from my lips. I was thirsty for him but the warning bell in my head told me to stop before I delve deeper into his claws. "Now tell me princess. Watch him down there working while I finger fuck you till you come again for me." I open my eyes looking down to the bar far below us. I can't do this to Julio again. This is wrong. Forcing myself to pull away from him and his fingers in me. He smirks devilishly loving the effect he has on me licking his fingers sexually. "You don't control me Elijah. If one measly one-night sex tells you that you own me. Then you must be crazy." turning to my heels I left flinging his keycard somewhere in apartment.