Chapter 23

Ashton

Although I'm feeling a bit nervous, I tried to keep myself calm as I entered the luxurious hotel. While I was walking I could not help but look at the people I was passing by, I could not help but be amazed because all I see is these foreigners.

I let out a sigh as I finally entered the hotel. It was not difficult to find the receptionists because the moment I step into the hotel, they're the ones I immediately saw. Three Latin women, standing at the front desk, the two were busy talking on the phone so I approached the woman who's doing nothing. When the female receptionist saw me walking towards the front desk, the woman immediately smiled.

"Welcome to Grand Patio Hotel, how may I help you?" The woman asked me still a smile plastered on his face, my trembling body somehow calm down seeing the woman's smile.

"Can I have Mr. Mariano Cardoza's room number please?" I replied and smiled back at the woman. For some unknown reason, the two women who were busy talking on their phones suddenly stopped and looked at me with a surprise face.

"Mr. Cardoza is a special guest in this hotel, sir. We don't have the authority to give you his room number but we can call him to confirm if he's expecting someone." The woman replied, I just nodded in agreement with what she said. The woman picked up the phone in front of her and called Mr. Cardoza, I think or maybe she's calling his secretary. I heard the receptionist asked on the other line if Mr. Cardoza is expecting any guests today.

They talked for almost a minute when the woman's language suddenly changed, my brows frowned in confusion because I could no longer understand what the receptionist was saying, I was not sure but the woman seemed to be speaking in Spanish or french.

A few seconds later, the woman suddenly looked at me scan my appearance making me feel uneasy.

"Can I have your name, please?" The woman asked. I stared at her for a few seconds, I was hesitant to give her my real name.

"Um, just tell him that Luciano sent me here to deliver this briefcase," I answered and showed the woman the briefcase I'm holding. The woman nodded and turned her attention back to the person on the other line. It took them almost a minute to talk before the woman looked at me again and smiled.

"Please follow me, sir. I'll take you to Mr. Cardoza's room." The woman said and left the front desk, the woman walked first and I followed her. I tightened my grip on the briefcase when I'm starting to get anxious again.

I tried to remember every aisle that the receptionist and I walked in so that in case I had a problem or this job turns out bad I would know where to run.

"M-May I ask you a question, madame?" I asked, the receptionist stopped walking and looked in my direction.

"Of course, what is it?" The receptionist replied and smiled, I think they were trained to smile now and then.

"Where is the fire exit?" I asked while praying that the receptionist would not suspect me for asking that question.

"The fire exit is just a block away from Mr. Cardoza's room." The receptionist replied and walked again.

"Why are you asking for the fire exit, babe?"

"Shit!" I almost jumped in shock when I heard a voice which I didn't know where it was coming from.

What was that? Where did that voice come from?

"Are you okay, sir?" The receptionist asked, looking at me with astonishment at my actions.

"Y-Yeah! Everything's okay." I stammered in response and nodded.

"Don't fret, babe. It's just me, now answer my question, why are you asking for the fire exit?"

I looked around. Fuck! The voice belongs to Luciano, his voice is very familiar to me but where is he? Why do I hear his voice as if he is whispering to me?

"What the fuck, babe? I'm talking to you using the earpiece I gave you. Fvcking answer me now." Luciano shouted making me wince. It was only then that I realized why I could hear his voice, I almost forgot that I was wearing an earpiece for fuck's sake.

Shit! What should I tell him? I can't tell him that I was planning to run away so I asked where the fire exit was, I would be the stupidest person ever if I did that. I need to think of a solid alibi.

I looked at the receptionist, I slowed down a bit and when I'm a few distances away from the receptionist I took a deep breath before answering Luciano's question.

"Just in case something bad happens here with this job you want me to do, at least I know where I can easily get out, I don't want to die here," I replied to Luciano, it was almost a whisper since I don't want the receptionist caught me talking alone. I heard him laugh on the other line.

"Nothing bad will happen to you, babe. Just follow everything that I tell you to do." Luciano said but I was not able to answer him because the receptionist suddenly stopped in front of a large door. I walked fast as my heart was pounding with nervousness, it looked like we're now in Mr. Cardoza's hotel room.

"This is Mr. Cardoza's room, sir." The receptionist said politely and bid goodbye afterward, I only nodded to her.

I let out a deep sigh before I dared to knock on the door. I was knocking on the door for a minute before I heard footsteps approaching in my direction. A few moments later, I heard the clicking of the lock and then the door opened.

A man wearing his corporate suit appears in front of me. I couldn't help but marvel at the appearance of this man in front of me. I assume this is Mr. Mariano Cardoza, he is just about the same size as Luciano, his skin was smooth and his lips were red but what caught my attention was his blue eyes that can hypnotize whoever dared to stare at him.

"You must be the guy that Luciano sent to deliver the chemicals." Mr. Cardoza said and widens the opening of the door.

"Yeah! I don't know what's inside this case but Mr. Luciano said to give this to you." I replied and quickly give the briefcase to Mr. Cardoza, after giving him the briefcase I immediately turned around and started walking when I heard Mr. Cardoza's baritone voice.

"And where do you think you're going?" Mr. Cardoza spoke causing me to stop walking and turn to him with a confused face.

"Mr. Luciano told me to leave after I delivered the briefcase to you, Mr. Cardoza, my job here is done and I need to go back to Mr. Luciano," I responded and nervousness slowly creeps into my system when I notice how he stared at me as if he is undressing me.

"Your job is not yet done, come in." Mr. Cardoza said and motioned for me to enter the room. I don't know what to do, whether I would follow him or run into the fire exit and escape.

"Just follow Mariano's order, babe. He will not harm you, just tell me if you don't like what he wants you to do then my men will escort you out of the hotel." Luciano said using the earpiece he gives me. My heart beats faster when I heard what he says. There's no way I will let that happen, no one should escort me out of this hotel because that would ruin the plan I've been plotting on my mind.

"No need for that, I can take care of myself," I answered weakly to Luciano and walked into Mr. Cardoza's hotel room. It's nice inside his room, this room is spacious and very expensive, this looks like a whole house.

"Have a seat." Mr. Cardoza ordered me and pointed to the long couch that was positioned at the foot of the king-size bed. I immediately went to the couch and sat there.

"Have you tasted a Mexican hotdog?" Mr. Cardoza suddenly asked and I can't help but look at him with a furrowed brows. Why is he asking me if I already eat a Mexican hotdog? Is hotdog different in every country?

"Um, I don't think so," I replied and he just nodded walking to the table where the foods are.

"Well, you're about to taste it." Mr. Cardoza said with an amused tone in his voice. When he turns to me I raised an eyebrow ay him when I saw him holding a large hotdog.

"Here." He handed me the hotdog, I was hesitant at first if I should accept it but I could do nothing but follow everything he wanted.

"Come on, taste it." Mr. Cardoza said so I immediately accept the hotdog and take a small bite. I raised my eyebrows when I tasted the salty taste of the hotdog and frankly this hotdog is not different from the other hotdogs I had tasted before.

"Do you like it?" Mr. Cardoza asks. I nodded and faked a smile while biting the hotdog again to make him think I like the hotdog he gave me.

"Can you swallow the whole hotdog, um, what's your name?"

"A-Ash." I stuttered in response.

"Okay, can you swallow the whole hotdog, Ash?" Mr. Cardoza asked me again. I can't help but frown at what he wants me to do.

Mr. Cardoza is so weird but if you look at his appearance he is so dominant with his aura that you will not think that he is the type of man who will order you to swallow the whole damn Mexican hotdog.

"I d-don't think so." I refused.

"Aw, that's bad. If you can't swallow that hotdog then how can you swallow my dick?" Mr. Cardoza replied and suddenly he opened the zipper of the slacks he was wearing and my eyes widen when he pulled his dick out of his slacks.

"How about this hotdog? Can you swallow this?" Mr. Cardoza asks in a very sensual voice.

Fuck, I think the rumors are true that foreigners have big dicks.