The moans were not just disturbing but irritating.
Theressa had been rolling around the bed, pressing her head with a pillow to stop the loud moans from reaching her ears but it was in no way helping. It's been almost two hours and they were still at it. Theressa held in the urge to step out from her hotel room and knock on the door where the two were having sex.
Theressa's face scrunched in disgust as she heard the female beg Marcelo to go slower.
If only she had brought her airpods along, she wouldn't have to listen to such.
Theressa couldn't help but laugh at the female, she had brought to him thanks to Kayden's help, the female was the only one making those loud moans, it was as if Marcelo wasn't in that room, aside from the fact she was moaning out his name he was almost absent.
However it went quiet, all of a sudden. It wasn't weird at all. She must have come down from her high. They must be done now.
Theressa's tensed body slowly began to relax. Marcelo was definitely something, booking two rooms and lodging Theressa in the next room. That was insane, Theressa couldn't even wrap her head around his reasons for doing such, it's clear he wants her to hear these sounds but why?
A phone vibrated on the soft mattress causing her to turn to the other side of the bed as her eyes scanned for the caller ID
"Boss"
Theressa jerked up instinctively before clearing her throat and swiping the call to answer.
"Get in here" the deep voice ordered.
He wasn't harsh with his words, he never is. His voice was low yet soft causing an unsettling feeling at the pit of Theressa's stomach.
Her brows knitted in confusion. Why did he call? Are they really done? The female seemed to be unconscious, it seemed like it was a tremendous exercise.
But those questions could only run on Theressa's mind, she couldn't bring herself to voice it out.
"Get her out" Marcelo ordered, his back facing her as he stared out the large glass window, with just a white towel tied around his lower waist revealing his defined muscles, his broad expanse of his shoulders taped down to a narrow waist.
"What are you waiting for?" Marcelo questioned, taking another puff from his cigarette.
Theressa shook her head in disgust, almost concluding his insanity came from whatever he was smoking.
The lady was passed out so how would she be able to get the said woman out?
"I can't carry out a lady who's unconscious" Theressa's voice betrayed her showing her annoyance.
Marcelo turned to her, his back now leaning on the large glass window.
As Marcelo was fully in sight, Theressa couldn't help but feel the heat burn her cheeks.
Marcelo is not just stunning, he's alluring in an enigmatic way. His body seemed like an art work and for a moment Theressa wished she could trace her slender fingers on his abs.
"Kayden" Marcelo called, his phone close to his ears, as his predator eyes remained fixed on Theressa.
"Come pick up the trash" Marcelo ordered, his tone cold as always.
"You can't call a human trash" Theressa snapped.
That was Theressa's problem with Marcelo; he's just too full of himself. And it pissed her off.
"And if I do?"
The cigarette was far gone, he had extinguished it on the ash tray and now his body was leading him to the woman that dared to snap at him.
"That's what they are to me, kitten" Marcelo said in a hush tone. His body towering over Theressa as he gazed down into her bambi eyes.
Theressa couldn't help but shiver as his cold hands rubbed her cheek. His right hand wasn't covered with gloves but his left was still engulfed in those black leather gloves with a horse design.
Theressa couldn't help but shift back due to the proximity between them. And before she could think she had fallen flat on the bed.
She must have felt maybe, just maybe he would come on her and try to do something to her. Beside it was written in the contract, he owned her, they could have sex. She expected something to happen. Until she felt liquid slip past her cloth to her back and then the smell of metallic reminiscent hitting her lungs.
Theressa stilled. Even as Kayden walked into the room to pick up the now dead body Theressa laid beside, she didn't turn to look.
"What did you do to her?" Theressa managed to choke out.
"Get yourself changed and meet me in the reception" Marcelo ordered before walking out Theressa couldn't get to her feet, she was terrified, disgusted. Her heart raced in terror.
And even though she obliged, she couldn't bring herself to look up from the tiled floor of the hotel hallway.
Her mind was flooded with the question "Did I kill someone?"
She could only jerk back to herself as she felt Marcelo's hand on her lower back as he guided her to God knows where.
He was back in his suit. Theressa didn't have to look up to know it was a different one from what he was wearing before he got inside that hotel room.
"She's one of my unfortunate secretaries"
Theressa's heart sank. What does it mean? She would be killed like that, she would be the next? She would be killed so quickly after being used and no one will ever get to notice her death. Like now, everything was normal, no one seemed to be noticing anything. There are so many CCTVs yet no one had tried the two while they walked.
"Thanks to you, we were able to find her," Marcelo continued.
"She stabbed me in the back, and she thought that she could get away and so I informed Kayden to suggest her to you. As expected you brought her to me" Marcelo chuckled as Theressa couldn't help but stare at him in disbelief.
He had used her as a tool to kill someone. She was the cause of someone's death.
Theressa's inside crawled at her as she wanted to scream but she couldn't. She was in front of a den of iniquity. It wasn't the normal bar on the road side that you attend during the weekends. This is something else. A place she doesn't belong, a place she won't survive in.
"I'm not entering" Theressa choked out, her eyes fixed on illegal activities spread across this place. Then it all began to come back to her. This isn't just a normal hotel. The looks and bows from the staff, it wasn't out of just respect. Marcelo is their boss, that's the reason he hasn't been caught for murdering someone, that's why he knows his way around. And then this place, the last floor of the mighty hotel that Marcelo owns, that equals him owning this den.
The urge to empty her bowel right there heightened as she watched a person getting beaten up, blood splattering out his mouth, tooth flying out as he looked like he was close to his death.
"You have no choice kitten"
Theressa lifted her gaze to the demon in front of her.
"You're my Secretary after all"
The smirk from Marcelo's lips was enough to inform Theressa she had signed up for her doom.
"What have I gotten myself into?"