pants.
“Now scrub yourself,” he then ordered as he disappeared from the room with her bloody clothing. She had no idea what he was gonna do other than give them one of his people to dispose of for him.
She quickly fixed her water and climbed into the shower. She grabbed a wash rag and lathered it up and scrubbed herself as hard as she could making sure she didn’t leave a trace. Still not believing fully what she had just done she closed her eyes and continued to scrub her skin almost feeling like she had been raped. She couldn’t get herself clean enough.
When she was finally sure she had all the evidence washed away she turned off the water and grabbed a towel to dry herself. But now she had nothing else to put on. She grabbed another towel and carefully placed it around her and tucked it firmly under to hold it in place. She opened the bathroom door and thankfully Randle wasn’t there. She walked into the bedroom and began to look around in hopes of finding one of Randle's large shirts to better cover herself.
Just as she eyed his suitcase the door flung open. Oh dear she thought standing there almost completely exposed except for the towel as
Randle’s face filled with fury was upon her. He came at her so quickly it was all she could do to walk backwards trying to keep away from him. Then her legs hit the bed and she fell backwards landing with her elbows propping her upper body but he didn’t stop until he was nearly on top her near naked body with one hand on either side of her on the bed.
His face was now only inches from hers. “What the hell were you thinking?” he let out with rage.
“I’m sorry Randle. I really never meant to cause so much trouble,” she whined back.
“Trouble? You almost got yourself killed. You almost got us all killed!” he ranted.
Lia couldn’t move. Her towel covered body was nearly pinned to the bed as Randle hovered over her.
“I didn’t mean too, really,” she nearly whispered. “I just wanted a little freedom. I swear it won’t happen again.”
Randle finally rose but his eyes never left hers. “It had better not.” He seemed to be trying to calm himself.
“How did you find me?” she then got the nerve to ask.
“I knew where you were the moment you walked into this hotel,” he informed her.
Lia looked with astonishment. “But how?”
“Arthur called me right after you checked in. He promised to keep a close eye on you so I agreed to give you a few days before coming to get you. But then Thomas called and told me what was going down at the warehouse so I boarded my plane immediately and came to fix this mess.”
“And Thomas?”
“He’s done a couple of jobs for me. I’ve known him for awhile.”
Lia thought for a moment and then it hit her. The day she went to Randle’s office with him Jessica had paged that Mr. Whitman was on the phone for him. She never put it together that it would be the same Mr. Whitman.
“So he’s a business partner of yours?” she then asked.
“Well, sort of,” he began. “Lia, I built this hotel two years ago.”
“You own this hotel?” she cut in with much surprise.
He came to stand just in front her with his hands on her bare arms. “No. I built this hotel with the money Joseph put away for you after he sold your family property. It was supposed to be a surprise for your twenty-fifth birthday.”
Lia looked confused. “What are telling me?”
“ You own this hotel Lia. Arthur Whitman doesn’t work for me. He works for you . I named it the Malia, short for Malcolm-Lia.”
Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open as she began to speak again. “How funny is that? How could I possibly have picked this place to stay in not knowing that I myself owned it?” She chuckled now at the thought.
“It was fate again,” Randle replied as his eyes steadied with hers. “It has always been fate Princess.” He again took
“Now scrub yourself,” he then ordered as he disappeared from the room with her bloody clothing. She had no idea what he was gonna do other than give them one of his people to dispose of for him.
She quickly fixed her water and climbed into the shower. She grabbed a wash rag and lathered it up and scrubbed herself as hard as she could making sure she didn’t leave a trace. Still not believing fully what she had just done she closed her eyes and continued to scrub her skin almost feeling like she had been raped. She couldn’t get herself clean enough.
When she was finally sure she had all the evidence washed away she turned off the water and grabbed a towel to dry herself. But now she had nothing else to put on. She grabbed another towel and carefully placed it around her and tucked it firmly under to hold it in place. She opened the bathroom door and thankfully Randle wasn’t there. She walked into the bedroom and began to look around in hopes of finding one of Randle's large shirts to better cover herself.
Just as she eyed his suitcase the door flung open. Oh dear she thought standing there almost completely exposed except for the towel as
Randle’s face filled with fury was upon her. He came at her so quickly it was all she could do to walk backwards trying to keep away from him. Then her legs hit the bed and she fell backwards landing with her elbows propping her upper body but he didn’t stop until he was nearly on top her near naked body with one hand on either side of her on the bed.
His face was now only inches from hers. “What the hell were you thinking?” he let out with rage.
“I’m sorry Randle. I really never meant to cause so much trouble,” she whined back.
“Trouble? You almost got yourself killed. You almost got us all killed!” he ranted.
Lia couldn’t move. Her towel covered body was nearly pinned to the bed as Randle hovered over her.
“I didn’t mean too, really,” she nearly whispered. “I just wanted a little freedom. I swear it won’t happen again.”
Randle finally rose but his eyes never left hers. “It had better not.” He seemed to be trying to calm himself.
“How did you find me?” she then got the nerve to ask.
“I knew where you were the moment you walked into this hotel,” he informed her.
Lia looked with astonishment. “But how?”
“Arthur called me right after you checked in. He promised to keep a close eye on you so I agreed to give you a few days before coming to get you. But then Thomas called and told me what was going down at the warehouse so I boarded my plane immediately and came to fix this mess.”
“And Thomas?”
“He’s done a couple of jobs for me. I’ve known him for awhile.”
Lia thought for a moment and then it hit her. The day she went to Randle’s office with him Jessica had paged that Mr. Whitman was on the phone for him. She never put it together that it would be the same Mr. Whitman.
“So he’s a business partner of yours?” she then asked.
“Well, sort of,” he began. “Lia, I built this hotel two years ago.”
“You own this hotel?” she cut in with much surprise.
He came to stand just in front her with his hands on her bare arms. “No. I built this hotel with the money Joseph put away for you after he sold your family property. It was supposed to be a surprise for your twenty-fifth birthday.”
Lia looked confused. “What are telling me?”
“ You own this hotel Lia. Arthur Whitman doesn’t work for me. He works for you . I named it the Malia, short for Malcolm-Lia.”
Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open as she began to speak again. “How funny is that? How could I possibly have picked this place to stay in not knowing that I myself owned it?” She chuckled now at the thought.
“It was fate again,” Randle replied as his eyes steadied with hers. “It has always been fate Princess.” He again took
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