HEIR from the STREET

CHAPTER 5

JON FROWNED SLIGHTLY. He was getting embarrassed and a bit uncomfortable. The manager quickly noticed the change in Jon's countenance and apologised, "Sorry, dear sir. I just need to hurry her up."

"It is enough. I just want to get my room now, that's all."

"Of course. Of course." The manager said, hurrying behind the receptionist, who was still flustered from the slap. "Step aside, Jenny." He took over the desktop and a few seconds later, he looked up. "Successfully checked in."

He reached underneath the counter and extracted a gold keycard. "Here you go."

"Thank you." Jon collected the card.

"Enjoy your stay at the continental Hotel."

Jon snorted and walked away, leading the still-drunk lady clinging to his arm.

If looks could kill, Jon and his lady would.be very dead because of the look that the receptionist gave them. Jon felt the heat of her gaze on his back and he turned to meet her gaze. Their gaze locked and exchanged daggers between them.

The ping! sound from the elevator tore Jon from the silent eye battle. The door opened and he got in with the lady.

The manager's mind was in turmoil. His heart beat at the double rate as he watched Jon step into the elevator. After the door slid closed, the amateur heaved a heavy sigh of relief and slumped to the floor.

Jenny, the receptionist could not understand what was happening. "W-what was that all about, s-sir?" She stammered.

"Oh shut up!" The manager snapped. "We were this close…" He held up his hands and brought his right hand and held his thumb and index middle close together to signify just how close he meant. "We were this close to being shut down by a higher power… all it will take is a call and a few words."

"Being shut down? Because of that man?" Jenny asked, refusing to believe her ears.

"Yes, Jenny dear!" His words held venom.

Jenny shivered slightly and sat back in her seat. Her mind ran riot as she reminisced on what she had told Jon. "Sir, d-do you t-think…"

"What?" The manager turned.

"Nothing sir. It's nothing." Jenny replied, preferring to swim in her thoughts than to speak out about what was bothering her.

Would the man decide to take revenge for the mean and hateful words I said to him? She asked herself internally. I'm fucked!

Meanwhile, in the elevator, Jon sighed deeply. "An end to the drama and finally some time of peace and quiet." He placed the keycard on the elevator pad and it automatically registered the floor He was headed to.

Soft music emanated from the elevator's speakers and further relaxed Jon. The lady snuggled up even closer.

"What is your story, Young lady?" Jon asked softly, more to himself than to the half asleep woman.

The door opened into a long and brightly lit hall with a door at the end.

They both entered into an expensively furnished suite with a breath taking view of the New York skyline.

"No shit!" Jon breathed out. "This is really a fucking presidential suite. I wonder just how much it cost for one night here… let's get you settled." He muttered, referring to the girl.

He placed her on the bed and was about to pull the duvet up to cover her, suddenly, she retched and heaved her stomach contents on her body.

"Oh fuck me!" Jon swore.

She groaned again and fell back on the bed.

"Now, I have to take care of you. No shit"

He went to the bathroom and took some wet towels and warm water. The lady had not moved an inch from where she lay in her vomit.

"Awww…" Jon muttered.

He sat beside her and started wiping her face and neck with the warm water.

"I'd have to… Oh, God." Jon said. "It is inevitable."

He loosened the buttons of her dress and took a deep breath to still his hands which were shaking slightly.

He started methodically wiping her body and squeezing it in the bowl.

He could not deny the fact that the woman was actually beautiful and well endowed.

If I'm being honest, even more than Kim, He thought to himself.

He continued wiping her body and removing more clothing to expose more intimate parts of her body. Now, she was almost naked.

Jon cleaned all parts of her body, making sure she was very clean.

He stood at the foot of the bed, unsure of what next to do.

Should leave her and sleep on the couch? He asked himself.

He shook his head, got a bathrobe from the wardrobe and wrapped it around her and got a new duvet to cover her. He took the stained sheets and her clothes and put them in the washing machine. He looked around the exquisite bathroom, it was nothing like he had seen before, with fancy buttons and lotions on the shelf.

He was about to head to the couch when a thought dropped in his head. "What if she vomits again and chokes?" Jon was no science expert but he knew what choking would do to someone.

"I should be here with her. Just in case."

So, he took off his shirt and and laid down on top of the duvet.

He had no idea when he fell asleep.

The sound of loud ringing woke him hours later.

"Turn the phone off," Jon mumbled, turning in his pillow and still half asleep. He had no motivation to get up from his bed.

A female voice groaned beside him and said, "Okay…"

There was a moment of silence before rapid scuttling and a yelp of surprise which snapped Jon into sharp consciousness.

"Oh, my God! What have I done?" She screamed. "Was I so drunk last night?" she scurried away from the bed and from the strange man beside her.

Jon sat up slowly. "Hey, calm down…"

But she wasn't calming down one bit as she kept screaming. When her lungs were empty and she quietened down, before she could take another breath to continue with her screaming, the phone rang again with a shrill sound. Startling them into silence.

Jon maintained eye contact with her as she slowly reached forward and picked up the phone and answered.

Her face changed as a high, cold voice asked through the speaker, "Where the hell are you?"