Chapter [3]

Chapter [3]

Noah Blanco Corsini, pov:

"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 dragged her bags from my men and slammed the door; she fixed her gaze on me before pulling me to her chest. "See!  Don't make fun of me, or I'll make fun of you..."She licked her lips.

I narrowed my eyes and asked, "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 right now," she said.

"Hell to you! I'm not your servant." I said it while grinding my 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.  "Where is the woman, for God's sake?" Are you considering yourself a woman?!  I'm curious why God blessed you with such an elegant appearance but 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 as she walked to the bathroom. 'What? Down where?!'

I closed my eyes for half an hour, relaxing my body. Then I opened them to see her standing in front of me with only a towel around her body and water droplets falling down. She looked adorable and sexy to death. No one could handle this beauty. I desperately wanted to touch her, but there was no way in hell I was going to do it. I will never make a move.

I cleared my throat. "What? Why are you naked? Why are you gawking at me?"

She blinked.  "Me?!  You are sleeping on my dress! Move your butt! "I need to put on my clothes," she exclaimed.

I found her dress and threw it in her face. She grabbed it, moved back to the bathroom, and a few minutes later, she came out wearing a red sleeveless dress—very short and barely covering her butt. It was showing her rounded D-size boobs, and I couldn't' take my eyes off her body.

She winked at me and said, "Now, I'm going.  Bye."  She gave me a wave before turning away. "By the way, handsome, what's your name?"

"Noah Blanco Corsini," I blurted out, gazing at her.

She nodded.  "I'm Selena; see you later."

I was going to ask her where she was going, but she shut the door hurriedly and left. I called one of my men who was standing at the door already. "Hey, go after her and tell me where she is going step by step. Don't even blink! Grasp that?" I commanded him and hung up.

I'm not sure why I care, but I like her. It could be because she didn't pay attention to me like other women. Maybe because she's arrogant like a billionaire woman! I don't know.

I stepped into the bathroom to take a shower. Hopping out of the tub in a hurry, my guard calls me. I answered, "Yes."

"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 sense, 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 in the bar and maybe in the hotel is surrounding her, or, in another sense, 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 rushed down to the bar after drying my body and putting on my suit. 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 stepped up and said, "She's drunk." Then there was a time when no one knew if they would.

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

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