Chapter Three

Sharone Hotel and Suites was one of the most prestigious hotels in the country, with branches scattered all across the nation. In Lagos alone, there were about five branches in various highbrow areas of the state. All of their establishments were five stars, but for all their affluence, they were not usually the first choice of the high and mighty of the society.

The rich, when they wanted to lodge usually made use of other hotels. And for this, it was a bit cheaper and it was usually void of paparazzi.

And it was that paparazzi that Adaeze was trying to avoid. She could never know for sure who could recognize her as the daughter of the great Onuoha and then decide to keep tabs on her. That was why she was going to do everything low-key.

God… being bad was just so much work.

Finally, the driver parked the car just as she cut the phone call; she was done with speaking to Femi. She slipped it into her bag and opened the door as the driver ran to the boot to get out her box.

“Thank you,” she muttered as she stepped out of the vehicle and took the box from him, her handbag swinging from her wrist. She stood to the side as the driver returned to his car, reversed, and then drove off.

Then she turned and took in the magnificent view of the hotel.

The place was massive.

It was a towering edifice that climbed high into the sky, when she had googled about the hotel her search had told her that it had up to thirty floors. The walls were covered in opaque glass that the sunlight just bounced off. The glass itself was too clean; they could almost pass for a mirror.

The ground was covered in interlocking blocks of different colors, majorly red and white then a sprinkling of black here and there. Cars were neatly parked and people could be seen walking about, some were taking pictures and making videos.

Letting out a deep sigh, she began to walk towards the entrance of the hotel, pulling her box with her. The heat of the sun was burning her skin, and for these few moments she had spent under it, she just could not wait to get a shower.

As she approached the transparent glass doors, they opened automatically, granting her entrance. She made her way through and was immediately submerged into a different world altogether.

Even before the doors slid shut behind her, the sound and atmosphere changed. The noise of the outside was left there and inside all, she could hear were whispered mutterings as people conducted their various businesses.

She could also feel the cold air pumping out of the air conditioners, instantly cooling her skin that had seemed to be on fire only moments ago.

The reception hall somehow seemed to be made of gold. The tiles on the floor had this golden hue as if they had been painted using whipped cream that was made of gold. The walls also had smaller tiles that were of the color gold as well, but these were only to a certain extent. The rest was painted. There were chandeliers all over the ceiling, shedding golden light down on everything.

Huge air conditioners, the size of deep freezers were stationed at strategic points, blowing cold air into all corners of the hall. There was a big television, pinned to the wall over the heads of the receptionists, it was currently on mute but it was showing a news channel. And underneath this TV, were different clocks also secured against the wall, they were telling different times, with the countries they represented written underneath each one.

There was a secluded spot, well away from the reception hall. There were couches there arranged before an even bigger television screen that was currently on the sports channel. There were people there, some were busy on their phones others had their eyes glued to the television. By the way they were dressed, Adaeze could tell that they were lodging.

Behind the rows and rows of couches, there was a counter behind which stood another young lady. She was manning the bar. Here drinks of all kinds; alcohol, soft drinks, juice, wine, and the likes were sold. She was the one constantly supplying the people in this area.

No one was talking too loud; everyone was being reserved and civilized as they went about their duties. Even when some of them laughed, it did not get out of hand. It seemed everyone was trying to please every other person by being on their best behavior. It was only once in a while that someone might make an exceptionally loud remark and this would cause the eyes of everyone to turn in his direction, wondering why the ruckus.

Both staff and clients were moving about freely, although the staff could be told apart by their dressing which was a properly ironed sky blue shirt over black skirts or trousers. For most of the girls, they wore short skirts while the guys wore penciled trousers. Only a few of the ladies wore trousers.

Adaeze very much liked what she was seeing, she could tell she would work wonders in this hotel. Her plan was to get in, do her deed and get the fuck out. There would be no need to complicate the matter. All she knew was that if she played her cards right, then there sure as fuck would be no need to worry. She had everything under control.

She turned towards the reception and pulled her box there.

There was a woman and a young man behind the desk; The woman was slim but had large breasts that made her shirt buttons seem to be on the verge of popping off. it was just so obvious to Adaeze that she wondered if that was the reason she was placed at the front desk. But she really did not mind as she stopped before the lady who smiled at her. The name tag on the front pocket of her strained shirt read: Betty.

“Good afternoon ma,” she greeted. “Welcome to Sharone Hotel and Suites.”

Adaeze nodded as she let go of her box to focus on the receptionist, “good afternoon.”

“How can we help you today ma?” Betty asked.

“I have a reservation for one week, under the name Adaeze Onuoha,” she pulled out her phone, and scrolled through it until she got a screenshot of a receipt. Then she handed the phone over to the woman, “everything has been handled, I just need my key.”

The lady took the phone and punched in some keys on the desktop beside her, comparing what she was seeing on the monitor to what the phone was telling her.

“It all checks out,” Betty replied and handed the phone back to its owner. She then reached somewhere under and pulled out a keycard. “Here you go.”

“Thank you,” Adaeze took it from her and turned to leave. One of the staff seemed to just appear out of nowhere and took her box, leading the way to the elevator. “Thank you.”

She followed the staff to the elevator, they had to wait for about a minute before it came down and opened up before them. Then they waited again for a few seconds for the people it had conveyed to get off before they made their way in.

They were joined by two other customers.

The elevator ride was smooth and swift, she stopped at the twenty-fifth floor and stepped out. Followed by the busboy, she walked down the passageway. It was tiled and the walls were beautifully painted, she could see different works of art gracing the walls as they walked down.

Then she stopped before room 2509. She placed the key card over the sensor by the door and she heard a beep as it unlocked and opened slightly. She then took the knob, turned it, and pushed the door in all the way.

The place was brightly lit, she stood aside and let the busboy go in first. He dropped the box in the middle of the room and made to leave.

“Enjoy your stay here,” he told her.

“Hold on,” she rummaged in her handbag for a tip which she handed over to him.

“Thank you very much, ma.”

“Can you tell me a good restaurant around here?” She asked him as she stepped into the room.

“Yes ma, Eugene’s Place. It is not too far from here.”

“Okay, thank you.”

As he left, she pushed the door close and locked it.

Finally alone since leaving her house, she turned and surveyed what would be her island for the week.

There was not much in the room. It had a bed, a chair, and a desk, a television that was currently turned off, a wardrobe with one door open, and a mini-sized refrigerator shoved against the corner of the room. She could see the door to the bathroom was closed.

The room was painted pure white, and the bed along with its sheets were white as well. The television was pinned securely to the wall and the air conditioner was turned off.

She picked the remote from the desk and turned it on immediately, putting it on full blast. She nodded as she felt the cold air circulate the room at once.

“Okay, Ada.” She muttered to herself as she kicked her shoes off and made her way deeper into the room. “All this is really happening, it is time to be in the moment so you do not fuck this up.”

The room was neat, but she had to arrange her things at once. She did not want to have to be resorting to opening and closing her box every time she needed a change of clothes.

She took the TV remote and turned it on, it had cable so she switched to a music channel. While the voice of Tems filled up the room, she went about her duties.

First off, she took off her clothes until she was stark naked. The best way she liked to be when she was alone. And then dancing about the room, she opened the box and began to unload it. One dress at a time, she arranged it all in the wardrobe. Even though the hangers had not been enough, she improvised by making it two dresses to one hanger. She also took her necessities like her makeup kit and skincare products and arranged them neatly on the desk.

It was as she was doing these things that she noticed what she would need to buy. Like she would need to get tissue paper, also a pack of water because the fridge was empty. She would also need snacks, things that would keep her company when she felt the urge to splurge.

She would have to go shopping later today. She pulled out a jotter and made some notes,, she did not want to forget anything because during this one week she wanted to go out as little as possible. Matter of fact, the only place she was interested in going to was her friend’s place. The girl who was getting married.

Anywhere else would be an inconvenience.

It took her well over an hour to get it done, and all the while good music was playing and she was singing along and dancing to it. Prancing about butt ass naked until she was done.

Later, feeling a little tired from all the walking about and arrangement, she sat on the bed. It felt soft, making her sink into it. And the sheets were also soft against her skin, satin no doubt. Those materials were always damn sexy.

Now that she was no longer doing anything, she could no longer ignore the elephant in the room. The same thing she had been trying not to think of simply because she did not want to feel a pang of conscience.

But now, she was thinking about it and for some reason, she felt totally fine with it. As a matter of fact, she was feeling excited about the entire process. She was giddy even.

It seemed like the thrill of what she was about to do had taken away her fears and inhibitions. This could probably be attributed to the fact that she had decided to do this. Both body and soul she had made the decision and that could only explain why she was looking forward to Femi’s arrival with such longing.

Thinking about him, she felt a thrill go through her body. She was instantly moist between her legs as she remembered their chats on Whatsapp, through which she had planned what was about to happen tonight. 

Chatting with Femi had been a game-changer for her, he had chatted like someone who knew what he was saying. And when he had promised to make her legs tremble in the throes of sex, she had believed him. At the moment, she had never had such a sex so it was something she would very much like to do before she got shackled to her husband for the rest of her life.

She had gotten his number from a Whatsapp TV she subscribed to. The admin organized legit hookups, the deals were top secret and very much legit. Unless those involved spoke of it, no one would ever guess. He was good at his job and that was why he was always getting clients.

She had paid a lot for her to be linked to someone, saying she needed the person in Lagos because she would be there for some time. And he had come through and given her Femi’s number. And the guy had been a vibe from the very first day.

She had seen his pictures and the dude was drop-dead gorgeous. He was not muscular at all, but he looked like he took his fitness seriously. During their chats, he had requested she send her nudes but she had refrained. One thing that could sure as fuck destroy her carefully crafted plan was for her nudes to be leaked to the internet.

But she promised he will see all of it when they got to meet in person.

Their chats most of the time centered on sex, asking each other naughty questions and different fantasies. And most of the time, it ended in a sex chat that had her fingering herself before falling asleep.

So, a lot of anticipation, hope, and fantasies had been built around Femi. She really had high hopes for him, because he had made promises and she was expecting him to keep every single one of them. And as for her, she would try to give her best as well. All these things were new to her, she was still just a learner, but she was sure that before the week ran out she would be able to make do and give him a great time as well.

But as for tonight, she just wanted to get fucked into oblivion.