The city bitch

Gradually, Nate parked the car in the parking space provided in front of the magnificent hotel building which was situated in the out sketch of the town.

At the entrance of the mansion, the bold litted letters of; Welcome to the Kingston Hotel: The home of comfort, glittered with many colours and gave the visitors a ray of sunshine.

The beautiful exterior decorations were enough to invite distinguished visitors who would love to have the sweet taste of high-quality life.

Hurriedly, Nate opened the car door for Roselle, and when Roselle was stepping out of the car, he was busy stealing a look at his boss Roselle. He was transfixed as usual, staring at his boss's features.

Roselle stepped out of the car and her full body came into view which made Nate hiss and mutter damn inwardly.

Her dark hair which was tied up some minutes ago was now led down, looking like silk and it glittered on her fair skin. The small gold clipped on her nose and full red lips gave her a playful look with the smile she glued on her face.

She had now worn a short red silk gown which clung tightly to her body. The sleeveless hand of her dress revealed the two sides of her full bosom which was so fair and couldn't stop glowing.

The two dots on her chest boldly popped out. It drew attention and lured men to have a long stare and absently sniffle in a long air while their tongues kept flickering in their mouths as they watched all of these body delicacies wiggle at every step she took.

At the entrance of the hotel, the luring looks and winks she received from men made her body feel warm.

She felt bold, laughing inwardly at responsible men sitting with their families or wives who found it hard to stop themselves from taking a glance at her.

She hastened and went to a corridor that led to an elevator. Nate who was following behind was now alone with his boss and the heat of her beside him engulfed his mind with weird thoughts.

It vexed him that he would always stand at a distance away from her even in this elevator, and only he and his boss knew that they had never for once had anything to do with each other except the fact that he was just her obedient driver who knew a little of her secrets.

One of these secrets was that only he knew that the face of the woman beside him now was different from the face he drove out from the office some minutes ago, and her dark hair covering the sides of her face did a great job of hiding this secret.

No one would believe that outside the elevator which had taken Roselle and Nate to the eighth floor of the building, sinful acts were going on in the inner part of the hotel which people had believed was the most decent hotel in the whole city of Stardust and only a few people knew about this place in the hotel.

When Nate and his boss stepped out of the elevator, Roselle removed her sunglasses which had been covering the dark side of her and she held her Louis Vuitton purse to her side.

There were three corridors, the one in the centre and on the left were long, and the one on the right-hand side was short.

She went to the long corridor on the left and signalled to Nate. Nate understood the signal that it was the much he could go with her.

He went to the right corridor that led to a wine bar which was the only bar with little sinful act in this area. He took a seat at one corner of the bar and signalled the bartender.

In a few minutes, the bartender arrived with his order. As he sipped his wine, he counted time, waiting for his boss.

Roselle hastened in her steps in the long corridor and reached an L-corner at the end of the corridor. The L-corner corridor led to a bar where the most sinful acts were done out of the eyes of the good men and out of the eyes of the lawbreaker executors.

As usual, she received appreciative stares from men which brought jealousy into the hearts of women.

At a table in the bar, three men had their eyes fixed on Roselle immediately she stepped in, whispering within themselves as their eyes goggled her whole body.

"Oh man, such a nice sight there." One of the men exclaimed, puffing hard on his cigarette. He released the smoke in the air and wetted his lips.

"Who is she?" Another asked taking a sip of his alcohol, his body heated at the sight he enjoyed staring at.

"Don't tell me you don't know her dude?" The third man said, tugging his friend's hand and he explained further. "She is a powerful and vicious woman who takes what she wants and bows to no one."

"And when he says she takes what she wants, that is money, power and gush man, she makes the men run mad and this has got her a nickname," The second man said laughing.

The man who had spoken at first couldn't get his eyes off the upper part of her body which jiggled at every step she took. She was obviously proud of flaunting her full womanly curve.

"Oh men, take your eyes off for once," The third man said sarcastically at the others while ironically he was referring to himself.

"She has got so many of that dress, sown in the same style, that silk material, oh man." The first man hissed, puffing harder on his cigarette.

"Oh man, chill," The third man said and the echoes of their laughter almost drew the attention of others to them.

Roselle was one of the people who noticed that she was the cause of the jittering from the men. If it had been in the day when she was out for men, she would have spared them a wink. But for now, she had more important things to handle.

"Good afternoon to you, darling." Someone greeted Roselle from behind, gesturing to give her a kiss on her cheek.

"I'm too worked up for pleasantries right now," Roselle replied in a huff, but that was not fair to Tina, so she turned and took a seat opposite Roselle and said, "Anyway, you look stunning today, at least you would accept compliments."

"I always look that way, Tina, it's not a new thing," Roselle replied signalling the bartender to come over with her usual drink.

"Not when you are in your office outfit, or when you have that other face," Tina whispered the last sentence and giggled.

"Whatever Tina, can we get down to business now?"

"Oh good friend, can you spare your friend some courtesies?" Tina grunted "By the way, what got you all worked up? A fight in the office again?"

"Santa is giving me a lot of headaches," Roselle said adding some ice to her vodka, she gulped the drink to chill her senses.

"This is always my favourite," She said, raising the bottle of vodka and she peered at her friend. Noticing the look on Tina's face, she said, "Don't look at me like that." Roselle felt pissed off.

"If you have taken down Santiago the way you are taking down that innocent vodka, things would have been your way by now," Tina glared at Roselle. Tina heard the scrape of the seat Roselle sat on against the table.

"Tina, don't you ever…!"

"That's it, friend, you always do what you want and what your head tells you to." Tina interrupted Roselle. "You take no advice, not even from me your friend," Tina said in an angry tone, then she chuckled to ease the tension pretentiously.

Roselle glared at Tina, her anger brewing.

"Calm down friend, I was just joking." Tina raised her hands in defence and laughed.

"You better be joking because when..."

"No, no, no need to threaten me, I'm your friend aren't I?"

"If you are my friend, it's better for you to be positive."

"Oh Roselle, I'm just feeling concerned about you. If getting back that company that was stolen from your good Rashuel is important to you, you should take whatever risk you should to get your hand back on it. Struggling with this little company you are running with Santiago wouldn't help at all, girl you need something bigger."

"And you think eliminating him would make me achieve what I want? Santa is still very useful to me."

"Very well then, my hands are off that case." Tina shrugged. Just then they heard the jittery laughter again from those three men whose attentions were still on Roselle.

Roselle looked their way, wondering what the men were talking about her.

At the table of the men, the second man continued his questions. "What did you say they nicknamed her?"

"The city bitch. Are you deaf, man? How many times will I say that?" The first man questioned.

"Why?"

"Because she does cruel things."

"Huh? What cruel things?"

"Now I see you are drunk, man." The third man puffed his cigarette again, ignoring his last question. "Come on now let's get out of here," The other two men said dragging their drunk friend out of the bar as he continued to murmur something in his mouth.

Roselle looked away from them and focused on Tina and said, "He is coming back after so many years."

"Who?" Tina asked and her curious eyes lingered on Roselle.

"Rashuel." Roselle blurted.

"What?!" Tina almost screamed, afraid for her friend.