Billionaire's Rough Sex novel Chapter 3

Noah Blanco Corsini

"Anything else ma'am?" I opened the door of my suite, smirking annoyingly at her.-

She raised her brows arrogantly. "No and I'm not a madam!"

I murmured, "Yes, sure! No one could deal with your fierce attitude!"

She lugged her bags from my men and slammed the door, she looked fixedly at me then pulled me to her chest. "See! Don't try to make fun of me or I will..." She licked her lips.

I narrowed my eyes, "Or what hottie?"

"Or I will make you regret it!" She walked away, unpacking her bags and throwing some of her clothes on the couch and on the bed. Well, she made the suite look like a big mess.

I hollered, stopping her. "Hey, hey! I don't like unorganized rooms! It's not yours and you will only stay here for one night."

"I will do what I want tonight."

"You are a nightmare!" I mumbled.

She chuckled. "You handsome! Go fill the tub for me with water. I need to take a shower immediately," she commanded me.

"Hell to you! I'm not your servant." I said through grinding teeth.

"Do you have a problem with self-confident women?" She smirked and turned her eyes directly to mine.

I crossed my arms over my chest. "Wherever is the woman for God's sake! Are you considering yourself a woman?! I wonder why God granted you the elegant look with such an ugly tongue! That's why I hate voluptuous, stunning women," I heaved, annoyed.

She shrugged her shoulders. "Oh! Then you are saying that I'm pretty?!"

I huffed and walked away, laying on the couch and ignoring her. "Don't make any noise, I want to take a nap."

"Take a shower first because you stink and I won't make a noise. I will take a shower and go down," she informed me and walked to the bathroom. 'What? Down where?!'

"Sir, she's at the bar now. But..." He paused.

"Continue, but what?" I firmly asked.

"But, every man in the bar and maybe in the hotel is surrounding her or in another meaning, they are talking to her, inviting her for drinks and for a dance. She's cute to be honest." I hung up angrily. 'Why am I furious now?! She's talking with men! Why not me?! She disgusts me?! But she keeps calling me handsome?!'

I dried my body, put on my suit and rushed down to the bar. I spotted her chatting with two businessmen I already knew.

I stopped gaping at her. "Well! I guess you like humble, sullen men after all." I raised an eyebrow.

She was drunk, the words were heavy on her tongue; she stood up, stepped closer and she bends her arms around my neck all of sudden. "I guess, you like rude women like me," she whispered.

"Who are you?" I stressed my words slowly in curiosity. She's weird, mysterious and confident.

She stood on her tiptoes making her lips closer to mine. "I WANT YOU Handsome."