“Gee, I wonder why that is.”
“Fine. I guess I’ll go deal with it myself.”
I give my brothers the finger over my shoulder.
“Mr. Svensson, sir.”The hotel manager trots up to me when I storm into the hotel. “We weren’t sure what to do since he’s your hockey player and it could have negative blowback on the Crescent Hotel.”
“Yeah, I hear you, Marcus. I’ll take care of it.”
God, these fucking athletes are worse than the goats.I swipe the card up to the suite level.
I hear the music as soon as I step on the floor.Fuck. How long has this been going on?I’m furious. My hotels are the ones where high-powered foreign diplomats and Washington insiders come to—
I’m not letting some low-rate athlete ruin my bottom line because he’s too cheap to have a party in his own apartment.
“Yes, I have a master key. It’s my hotel. I protect your anonymity up to the point where it starts to affect my bottom line. Or someone I care about.”
The women in the room immediately start screaming when I open the door.
“Um, ’scuse me.” The bored bouncer stops. “You aren’t allowed to be in here. This is a private event.”
“Where is he?”
“I don’t know what you—”
“Where is Carlo Jenner?” I target on the closed door.
“Don’t go in there. He’s with a girl.” The bouncer rushes after me. “You’re trespassing.”
“This is my shit. This is my hotel.” I try the door. Locked. “And I will do whatever the fuck”—I throw my weight against it—“I want on my own property.”Crack.The wood splinters.
“Carlo, we have a problem! Carlo!” the bouncer yells as I shove him off of me and throw my weight at the door again.
“Get out of my way.”
Then I hear her. Hear her scream.
What the fuck!
Yeah, I spend money on these doors for this hotel, but not that much money. The doorframe splinters as I throw my shoulder against it, slamming on the opposite wall. My eyes rake in the dark room.
And there she is.
On the bed.
Makeup, hair, clothes a mess. Slutty.
That’s the only accurate way to describe her outfit. She looks like a goddamn slut. Like she’s just begging to be ruined.
And all I want to do is drag her back to the next free hotel room, lock the door, and fuck her until she’s begging for relief.
My little plaything.
My favorite toy.
She’s apprehensive as I bear down on her.
“What the fuck are you doing here with him? He’s beneath you.”
