Chapter 31---- Kissing In The Washroom

Chapter 31

Kissing in the Washroom

[Iris’s POV]

As I was about to get into bed, I noticed that I had run out of sleeping meds. I picked up the phone to call downstairs, but the phone wasn’t working. Sighing in aggravation, I got up and trudged downstairs to the concierge desk to ask if they could order me some more from the nearest pharmacy.

“What’s the point of having a call button if it doesn’t even work?” I grumbled to myself as I climbed the stairs back to my room.

Entering the hallway, I noticed an eerie silence. Something was wrong. I could feel it. Cautiously, I continued to make my way to my door. I hadn’t even taken a step when a young girl barged out of a nearby room and began to practically run down the hallway. She bumped against my shoulder and didn’t even stop to apologize. I would have said something but I noticed that her pale face was streaked with tears. She was petrified.

“What the hell?”

I watched as she vanished down the stairs. Bewildered, I hastened to my room. The cold night air was beginning to seep through my pajamas and all I wanted to do was crawl into my nice warm bed. But, that apparently wasn’t going to happen.

“Ouch!”

I rubbed my shoulder that had caught against another passerby who was quickly striding down the hall. Could people just not see me?! This prick didn’t even apologize! I looked up affronted by the stranger’s behavior and froze. The man was wearing a black hoodie and had his face completely covered. I felt my fingers grow cold as I glanced down onto the floor and saw a gun that had undoubtedly slipped out of his pocket. My lips parted in shock and I took a cautious step back.

“Who the hell are you?” I asked.

He flinched, apparently surprised by my harsh tone. I watched as he carefully bent down to pick up his weapon. However, being much faster, I reached out and took hold of his wrist. Even though he was substantially bigger than me, I had no problems forcing him to the ground and grabbed the gun while I had my knee in the middle of his large back.

Bending down I whispered in his ear, “Answer me. Who are you and how did you get in here?”

Struggling to get free, his hood slipped and I saw his eyes. For some reason, they looked familiar.

“Get off and give my gun back,” he hissed.

Tightening my grip on his wrist, I bared down harder on his back as I searched for the cctv monitors. They were on. My brows furrowed. If the security team was seeing what was going on, why weren’t they coming? Suddenly, the man twisted beneath me and I lost balance. I rolled to the side as he jumped to his feet. Instinctively, I grasped the gun and stumbled back to increase the distance between us.

Glaring at me, he ordered, “Give it back girl. I don't have any business with you.”

“You’re kidding me, right? Help! Help! Anyone—”

In an instant, my mouth was covered by his cold hand.

“Holy crap, he’s fast!” I thought as I struggled to get away.

Kicking him in the shin, he cursed and wrapped his free arm around my waist to keep me still. Just as I was about to use my elbow to dig into his ribs, I heard the voices of several men coming up the stairs.

“Shit!” he cursed. “Let's get out of here! Damn it all to hell! You’ve ruined everything. Hurry up and come with me.”

He jerked my wrist and pulled me down the hallway. What the fuck?! I was so confused that I didn’t even pay attention to where we were going. He pushed a door open and pulled me quickly inside locking the door behind us. My stomach dropped as I realized that we were the only ones in the women’s bathroom. I glared up at the man, but he wasn’t paying me any attention. He just started removing his black clothes. Slightly embarrassed, I backed away.

Still having the gun in my hands, I tightened my grip around the handle and lifted it. “Don't try anything funny. I will shoot you. Turn around slowly.”

He looked back at me and his eyes narrowed on the gun. Not heeding my words, he took off the hoodie. I gaped at him.

“Still want to shoot me, Miss Young?” he asked. A smirk formed on his face as he took in my horrified expression.

Immediately lowering the gun, I stammered, “B-boss? I mean, Mr. President! It was you!?”

Rubbing the back of his neck, he let out an exasperated breath. He glanced at me, his bright blue eyes piercing my very soul. I just stood there, rendered speechless by his gaze. Those damn eyes were going to be my downfall. Shaking my head, I closed my eyes and forced myself to come back to my senses.

Straightening, I opened my eyes and to my surprise he was standing right in front me. Looking up, I saw that he was studying my face intently. Suddenly, the gun started to feel heavy in my hands and I felt my breathing hitch as I watched his lips lower to mine. Reaching out, his hand carefully took brushed against both my hands and gently pulled the gun away from my grasp.

“Your hands aren't suited to hold a weapon like this, Miss Young.”

Well, that was a first. No one had ever said that to me before. Taken aback by his comment, I stepped back even more and found that my back was pressed up against the wall.

A harsh knock on the door made us both jump.

“He was here a while ago and threatened me to stay inside my room so I couldn't chase him. He has my phone, damn it! I thought I saw someone go in here. Why is this door locked?”

Recognizing Mr. Brighton’s voice, I nervously looked up at the president. To my astonishment, I saw that he was equally anxious. I raised a brow at him as if to say, “Now what, genius?” He glared in response and then I saw his expression change to one of deep thought. The banging on the door continued and I could only imagine what had actually transpired between my boss and that perverted old man. However, hearing that pig complaining about being mistreated made me more than willing to cooperate with whatever my employer had in mind.

I waited patiently as I watched him think of a plan. In an instant, his eyes flashed and I swallowed nervously as he pulled me over to the bathroom sink. Placing his hands on my hips, he hoisted me up onto the counter. For a moment he didn’t say anything and just kept his steady gaze on me. My heart flipped inside my chest and I was finding it a bit hard to breath. There was lust and want in his gaze. I parted my lips to speak but he leaned down and whispered against my lips, “Miss Young, will you be cooperative with me? Neither of us can afford to be caught here, right?”

I blinked as I tried to register what he meant. We both stared at each other for a while and then another round of hysterical banging echoed in the bathroom. Glancing at the door, I nodded my head quickly without thinking. The next moment, I felt his lips crash against mine. His tongue brushed against the seam of my mouth. Immediately, I opened up to him and his tongue dived into my mouth, deeply exploring each corner. I felt my body instinctively mold against his and he brought me closer towards him.

I moaned as his hand moved up to my breast while his lips worked violently on my mouth. My eyes were tightly shut as I drowned in pleasure. I held on to the edge of the counter for all that I was worth to steady myself. With all of his sucking and nipping at my lips, it seemed like he was tempting me to kiss him back. I was going crazy! As my low moans started to echo in the bathroom, he broke the kiss and moved to trace kisses down my neck. As he reached my collarbone, I heard him whisper harshly against my skin, “Louder!”

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