BOOK ONE ~3~

MADRID, SPAIN: RENÉE'S POV

I had fallen asleep when my jet landed, but my bodyguard nudged me awake. When we got out of the jet, a car was waiting for us.

Liam opened the door to the backseat for me to get in and then closed it before getting into the passenger seat.

I got bored during the drive, so I took out my phone to read W*****d for a while. I wasn't one to engage in sightseeing. During the entire ride, I sensed Liam watching me through the rear-view mirror.

I brushed it off as he was just doing his job. I finally glanced up from my phone, and our eyes met. He quickly looked away in slight embarrassment, causing me to raise an eyebrow in confusion.

It was my turn to blush when I noticed the driver discreetly glance between us with a knowing smile.

Thirty minutes later, I felt the car stop. I looked out the window to see a luxurious, five-star hotel.

Liam walked over to my side to open the door for me. This time, he held out a hand for me to take. I reluctantly placed my hand in his, and he gently helped me to alight.

He waited for me to go check us in. I casually walked into the hotel, looking for the reception. I easily found it, and I walked briskly towards the front desk.

The receptionist looked like she belonged in a strip club. Her face was caked with make-up and revealing clothes. Half of her breasts were on display, and the dress seemed to be two sizes small for her.

"How much for a night?" I asked the unfocused receptionist, not planning on calling her out. It wasn't my thing unless worst came to worst.

She glanced up to stare at me with a disgusted expression. The feeling was mutual.

"Depends on which suite you'll be lodging in." She replied in a bored tone as she blew a huge bubble between her lips.

Her slow chewing was the most annoying sight ever. It looked like the gum was too big for her mouth.

"I want a presidential suite." I stated, which for some reason made her eyes bulge out of their sockets. She looked at me like I was bluffing.

"Girl, even your one year salary can not pay for an hour in a presidential suite." She mock chuckled.

Bloody hell! My blood was boiling now.

"I want to speak to the manager." I stated curtly. She was fired already.

The bitch had the audacity to ignore me and pick up a nail file to file her nails. Would it be wrong if I put a bullet between her eyes?

"Why do you want to speak with the manager?" I turned around to see a gorgeous man in an Armani suit.

Strangely, it felt like I'd seen him before.

"Who's asking?" I questioned back.

My subconscious mind was thinking dirty at the moment, and I needed it to stop. I just met the guy for Christ's sake.

"Charlie Rodríguez. The CEO." He stated in an authoritative, sexy and husky voice.

Wait, did I just say sexy? What the hell was wrong with me all of a sudden?

Then it clicked. Charlie Rodríguez, he owned a chain-link of hotels around the globe.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Rodríguez." I began, stretching my hand towards him for a handshake.

"I don't recognize your accent. Where are you from?" He asked, bringing my hand toward his lips for a light kiss.

I got this all the time. When would it ever stop? My accent was very peculiar as I was of both Spanish and British descent.

"England." I stated then quickly added, "I have a request."

He glanced at me suspiciously like I'd just lied. I ignored the look. If he really cared, then he could look me up on the internet.

"Go ahead." He breathed, placing his hands in his pockets.

I tried to stop myself from admiring his muscles, which strained through the thin fabric of his suit.

"I want that bitch fired." I snapped while glaring at the receptionist behind me.

He raised a thick, arched eyebrow as he looked past me at the slutty receptionist.

He glanced at me briefly before walking past me towards her.

I was shocked and furious beyond imagination when he leaned down and kissed the receptionist. I thought he didn't do relationships, unless...

Now I knew how she got the job. She was fucking the CEO.

"I'm sorry, but I can't fire her." Charlie smirked when he was done sucking the harlot's face off.

I shot them a look of disgust before storming out of the hotel. I'd teach that arsehole a lesson he would never forget. He messed with the wrong person.

I was going to make this hotel go literally bankrupt. Then he'll be forced to fire that receptionist. They had no fucking idea who I fucking was.

"I'm guessing we need to find another hotel." My bodyguard chuckled, noticing my rage filled expression.

"Fast." I replied, grabbing my phone from my bag as he led the way to another hotel not too far from here.

MADRID, SPAIN: CHARLIE’S POV

I was in my dad's office when the girl from yesterday popped in my head. It turned out, she was Renée fucking Taylor and I had messed up big time.

She was a woman who could make an entire empire collapse with just a snap of her fingers. The fucking bitch made my hotel here in Madrid go bankrupt with just a one star rating and a very bad review. Most of the guests checked out immediately.

It amazed me. The respect people had for the British bitch. I had no choice but to fire Delilah. She was the cause of all this. Now, I was here in my dad's office to ask that he helped with restoring the reputation of my hotel.

"Hijo, for the last time I'm not investing anything into your hotel. Get up, I'm expecting someone."

I got out of the couch when I heard a soft knock on the door. My dad breathed out a 'come in' and the door opened to reveal the last person in this world I wanted to see.

"You." Renée stated in disgust. Damn, she was hot.

She wasn't alone though. There was a guy who I presumed to have the role of her bodyguard waiting by the door.

"Hijo, pull yourself together." My dad chastised, then smirked at me.

Renée was carrying a huge briefcase which she passed over to my dad. He opened the briefcase and it was loaded with cash.

"Renée Taylor, involved in the mafia. A headline for the tabloids" I muttered flatly.

"Shut it, arsehole."

Feisty, I liked that! She couldn't get any hotter. I wonder how much feistier she could get in bed. I always had a thing for sexually wild and rough women.

"You have no right to speak to me. By the way, I hope you love the new status of your hotel." She smirked then proceeded to leave.

My eyes couldn't help but linger on her perfectly round arse as she walked out, her demeanour oozing with confidence, authority and power.

"Now, let's pick up from where we left off." Dad smirked, looking at me with mischief swirling in his eyes.

He was probably gloating inwardly, that his fuckboy of a son had finally found a girl he wanted but couldn't have.

"Yeah, yeah. You won't invest. I'll figure it out on my own." I stated and left his office, in search of Sabrina. I found her lying stark naked comfortably in my Jacuzzi.

"Did you end things with Delilah?" She asked when she noticed me.

Fuck! I forgot to tell Delilah that she wasn't needed anymore. I mouthed a 'no' to her and dialled Delilah.

"Hey, handsome." She purred and I cringed.

"We're over." I stated curtly and ended the call abruptly. I then stripped down and joined a satisfied Sabrina in the Jacuzzi.