The driver hit the brakes of the Limousine, halting the car right in front of Hôtel Le Grand, the venue of Miantech's Awards dinner. It was a company owned by an ally of my boss. And glancing at my silver watch, I could see that we were already an hour late. Fuck! I muttered under my breath, low enough for my boss not to hear me. Even though I'd gotten rid of my good-girl lifestyle, I still hated tardiness with everything in me. The lead black car parked before us, and the black car parked behind us had two bodyguards in it, all working for him.
I smoothed my short black dress as his chauffeur pulled open the Limo door for him to come out. We'd been stuck in traffic for almost two freaking hours. And I could have lost my fucking mind if the traffic had held us up longer than it did. I was still figuring out how he'd managed to stay calm through the entire thing. Such a fucking strange man, I thought.
One minute, he was irritable, fuming, and yelling at the slightest mistake of his staff. And the next minute, he was as calm as a turtle, acting as if there were no violent bones in his body.
He stepped out of the Limo, adjusting his black tux, a move that could make just any woman wet. Including me. Especially me. And fuck me if he wasn't the vision of gorgeousness, opulence, lust. A tall, sexy figure with lean muscles and dashing, slicked-back dark brown hair. He'd made it to all the top hottest billionaires lists in New York City, and was easily the most desirable bachelor in the whole of the city. Damn! This man was a fucking god in human form. And way out of my league. Even my upgraded closet couldn't land me a spot on his fuck list (if he had one). I was just the assistant whose job was to do as she was told.
I stepped out of the car, too. Daniel Trent's bodyguards were already out, waiting to walk into the hotel with us. A smile expanded his lips as he glanced at the hotel's entrance ahead, which was manned by two hefty men in black. Damn. It would be nice to fuck men as huge as those. I'd add two more numbers to my list of fucked strangers. But it was a pipe fantasy. Daniel didn't bring me here to get distracted. The bad girl in me was just rearing her head. Since my ex-boyfriend fucked his neighbor and crushed my heart, I'd been on a fucking spree, striping myself of the good-girl lifestyle I had lived while dating him.
I trailed behind Daniel, my ankle-strap heels clicking against the concrete of the drop-off area. The night was still young with few visible stars in the indigo sky above. People greeted him as he walked towards the entrance, his bodyguards following us.
I watched as lustful and envious eyes followed him into the hotel. It was hard for him to pass by without attracting attention. Sometimes, I wondered if he had a permanent woman in his life or just fuck buddies. And what this woman or these fuck buddies looked like. It was hard to figure out his type. I'd never caught him paying extra attention to any woman. Or maybe he was just very secretive about it because it was known to the whole world that he was straight. At least, that was what he'd said during several interviews when asked about his sexuality.
I slowed my steps to avoid tripping and embarrassing myself in front of him and everyone present. Daniel glanced around the hotel's lobby, probably looking for a sign to point him in the direction of where the event was going on. I patted my blonde hair, which was styled in a messy bun, and tugged at the hem of my dress, smoothing it again. Before leaving my apartment, I'd stared into my vanity mirror ten times. I just couldn't afford to look anything less than hot for an event such as this.
A lady wearing a navy blue suit with matching pants came our way. And with a champagne-colored silk scarf around her neck, she had an aura of elegance and a soft look on her face. There was a gleam of excitement in her eyes. Something I recognized from women who usually drooled over Daniel whenever they saw him. The bodyguards restrained her as she inched closer to him. She got the hint and didn't move any further.
"Welcome to Hôtel Le Grand, Mr. Trent," she said, unable to conceal her excitement at seeing Daniel. She was totally eye-fucking him. Sick bitch. Did she have to be so obvious?
"I'm Mira, one of the ushers for Miantech's Awards dinner. I'm delighted to see you. I'm here to guide you to where the event is taking place," she continued. Her lustful eyes and body language were pissing me off. And trust Daniel to treat her with his usual indifference. He was going through his phone, replying to her without looking up at her. Not even once.
"The Dinner is taking place on the second floor, in the hotel's Amber hall. Please, follow me. I'll lead you there," she said still showing the entire world that she was a fucking slut, that she wanted to fuck Daniel on the spot.
He, his bodyguards, and I followed her as she led us towards the elevator. Pressing a button, the elevator door split open while we walked in. I loved how the bodyguards stood between her and Daniel, guarding him jealously. Mira was supposed to focus on her fucking job instead trying to throw herself at him, Fuck her!
As the elevator let out a whirring sound, I tried not to look at Daniel or show Mira my disdain for her sheepish smile at him. Finally, it stopped and dinged open, ushering us into the Amber hall where the Dinner was going on. There were escort cards for the invited guests on a table nearby.
Soft silver lights illuminated the large Amber hall. My eyes rested on the round tables adorned with white linens and the gorgeous centerpieces on them. With the bodyguards moving to the perimeter and blending with staff, Mira led Daniel and me to a table, which had a place card showing his name. It wasn't surprising that my name was missing from the table. I mean, who the fuck was I anyway? I forced back a sigh.
The only other name on the table was that of his step-sister, Olivia. She was one of the major shareholders in Daniel's company. She also ran one of the biggest insurance companies in New York City. Daniel pulled back his chair and sat down.
"I'll take you to your table," Mira said to me.
I nodded, letting out a fake smile. Just as I was about to follow her, I saw Olivia approaching the table. She was adorned in a skimpy black dress, her cleavage out for the world to see. I tried to hide my lust, but she was as sexy as fuck. The sexiest brunette I'd ever seen. Smiling, she pecked Daniel on the cheek as he rose to hug her. I imagined myself smashing my lips against her bloody red lips and sucking her tongue. I had the exact same red lipstick she was wearing.
"Hi Maddie," she said to me while Daniel pulled back her chair for her to sit. I smiled at her, replying with a "hi' as well. This was my second time seeing her. How could two rich siblings be this hot? They didn't even share the same blood. Olivia's mother was married to Daniel's father.
"Let's go to your table," Mina said, leading me away from the hot siblings to another section of the hall. I visualized fucking them both, taking Daniel's cock up my ass, and eating Olivia's cunt. It reminded me of Sienna, the first stranger I'd fucked. Biting my lip at the memory of fucking Sienna, I thought of the other strangers that had fucked my brains out, too. The random, rough-looking man I'd met at the same bar I'd met Sienna. And the four men that had jointly fucked me at an orgy I'd attended.
"Here's your seat," Mira said, stopping and pointing at a particular table, interrupting my dirty thoughts. And looking around me, this section was obviously for the staff of the VIP. At least, I could still catch a glimpse of Daniel and Olivia.
Pulling back a seat at the table, I sat down. There was another name card on the table, but it wasn't familiar. I listened intently to how gentle murmurs blended with bursts of laughter and the clinking of glasses. The stage was slightly elevated so that everyone could see properly, its backdrop showing the logo of Miantech. And on the stage was a man clad in a tux saying something, but I was too wet to pay attention.
A lady wrapped in a green dress joined me at the table. She was beautiful, but her light brown hair added an extra layer to her beauty. I guessed she was the owner of the other place card, as no other seat was at the table. And there was something familiar about her. But I couldn't put my finger on it.
"Hello," she said. She had the voice of a little girl.
I glanced at Daniel and Olivia once more and replied to her, "Hello."
"You don't work for Miantech, do you?" she said.
"No," I said with indifference. I was fucking wet from looking at Daniel and Olivia, so I wasn't particularly interested in striking up a conversation with her.
"Where do you work, then?" she said.
"Trentek. I work as Daniel Trent's personal assistant."
"Nice. That's good. You look somewhat familiar."
Her words drew my attention. So, I wasn't the only one who thought we'd met somewhere before.
"Really? You know, I was just thinking the same when you took your seat. Where do you work?"
