Axel
I awoke to find Chloe’s head resting on my chest.
Not a dream, then.
The night before had been the best of my life. A quick, hard fuck followed by companionship, followed by long, slow and sensual sex. The memory of Chloe riding me, her breasts bouncing in my face, and the feel of her warm, wet skin on mine made me aroused all over again.
Shit. Ain’t got time for that now. There’ll be plenty of time in Prague.
I struggled to control my rising erection, and swiftly rose out of bed to get a cold shower.
I looked down at my watch.
11:00? Shit. How the fuck did I sleep in that long?
It seemed I had worn myself out last night. I smiled to myself. It had been worth it.
I froze as I got the living room on my way to make coffee, after my shower had calmed my arousal somewhat. I looked towards the front entrance. The fucking door was open.
What the fuck. Did we leave it open all night?
I panicked, a sick feeling entering the pit of my stomach. I ran to grab my revolver from my suit. I searched room to room, armed with nothing but my boxers and a fully loaded .357.
Nothing.
I went back to check on Chloe. She was sound asleep.
Fuck. What have I done? Can’t keep the girl safe if my defences are down. If Chloe’s Dad finds out, I’m screwed.
I decided that no one need to know. I was sure in the heat of passion I’d forgotten to close the door behind us.
But I needed to get a grip. I was losing my sharpness, and was falling deeply in love with Chloe. She was mesmerising. I couldn’t think of anything else.
I went to make some coffee, trying to clear my head of the confused thoughts flowing through it. I didn't do emotions. They confused the hell out of me.
After filling two mugs I went back into Chloe’s bedroom. She was stirring, rubbing her face as she rose from under the cover.
“Oh, hey handsome.” She didn’t seem bothered by her nakedness. Her breasts hung down, swinging deliciously as she leant forward to take a mug from me.
“Time to get ready. We got a plane to catch,” I said, a little too gruffly. I was annoyed at myself for letting my anger show.
“Ok grumpy.” She frowned at me. “Give me half an hour,” she said before blowing on the hot coffee.
I stood in front of her for a second, inner turmoil threatening to overwhelm me. I thought back to the previous night, my mind calculating and cold, pushing Chloe out of conscious thought.
A deep breath cleared my mind further. I visualised the dark saloon I’d seen as we’d left the hotel. The obscured figures sitting within.
Had there been three of them in the car? Was I even fucking sure there had been anyone in it at all?
My mind ran over the rest of the evening, focusing on details. I couldn’t recall anything else that seemed important. My memory was filled with the emotion that had risen within me, and the rage. I remembered how Chloe had soothed the rage effortlessly, turning it into desire.
I’m useless. She’s disarmed me.
Vowing to myself I wouldn’t let my guard down again, I turned away from her. I couldn't meet her gaze. A pang of guilt rose in my gut.
“Ok, Chlo’.” I’ll be getting my stuff together.” I walked from the room, barely feeling the burn of the coffee as I drained half the cup in one gulp.
Chloe
What was that all about?
I’d woken as Axel had left the bed, rolling into the huge dent his body had left in the mattress. My body was still aching in both pleasure and pain from the night before. It had been wonderful.
As soon as he’d returned with a mug of coffee I’d noticed that his cold facade was back. But he looked troubled, conflicted.
Talk to me, Axel. I’m here for you now. You don’t have to keep everything bottled up in that scarred, handsome face of yours.
My mind flashed back to the view of his face between my legs. I groaned audibly with the memory of pleasure I’d felt as his tongue had teased me.
After finishing my coffee I rose from the bed. I felt a slight chill on my naked body, and felt my nipples harden. I headed for the shower.
I was ready in about twenty five minutes. I applied a little makeup, and dressed casually.
Time to see where my bodyguard turned lover has disappeared to. I hope he hasn’t jumped off the balcony.
I found Axel seating in the living room. He was staring at the large ornate desk, a blank expression on his face.
“Guess they’ll charge us.” He gestured at the cracked vase, broken telephone and other various items on the floor next to the desk.
He grunted. “It’ll be worth it, though.”
I smiled at him, my hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry. With the amount we paid for these rooms, all I’ve got to do is kick up a stink and they’ll be offering us a discount.”
I caressed his muscled shoulder through his black t shirt. He sighed, and then froze suddenly.
I looked down at him. He was staring at the ornate, expensive-looking phone that had been knocked off of the desk during the heat of our passion.
Fuck. What?
He lifted his finger to his lips and rose to stride over to the phone, gingerly lifting the wreckage of the receiver in one huge hand.
My eyes widened as I saw a small, circular black object that hud been crudely taped to the inside of the mouthpiece. Two wires led from it to a small device that had a watch battery attached.
Axel didn’t look fazed. He winked at me. I smiled, my fear dissipating.
“Guess this phone is busted, right?” He looked at me, blue eyes sparkling. “Shoulda been more careful.”
He spoke in a measured, steady tone.
I played along. “Looks like you broke it, you heavy handed oaf.” I giggled, trying to relax. “There’s a trash can in the kitchen. We’ll tell housekeeping when we check out.”
He nodded, and rose to head towards the kitchen. I heard him stamping on something.
I saw him appear in the entrance of the kitchen.
“Well played. Probably broke when it hit the floor, but you never know.” He looked relaxed, calm and nonchalant. I wondered what was going through his mind.
“You spoke to your Dad before we left for dinner, right? Did you tell him anything important? Think, Chlo’.” He stared at me intently.
“I don’t know. I mean, yes. I called my Dad when my cell was charging. The guy on the desk said we got free international calls.” I glanced worriedly at Axel. He was frowning with consternation.
“We talked about Prague, and that the girls might be coming home early. I didn’t give away any… oh, shit. We did talk about the flight. And where we were going. Shit.”
I looked at him again, suddenly worried. I had given my Dad all the details of our impending trip to Prague over the phone.
“I mean, it doesn’t matter, right?” My voice raised in pitch, panicked.
“Fuck. They needed details. They didn’t know your next destination.” He walked towards me. His face was cold, calm. Professional. A strong, reassuring hand settled on my lower back.
“Sit down. Tell me what you told your Dad.”
Axel
She recited the conversation as best as she could remember. As she imitated her Dad her voice deepened, and took on a condescending tone. My mind brushed away the amusement I started to feel.
I took a few seconds to think as she finished talking.
“We need to go back. Now. We…you’re in danger.”
If these guys could sneak into a penthouse apartment and tap a phone without getting caught, they were good. Real good. Shit. I need to beat these guys at their own game. Somehow.
She looked up at me, shoulders slumped. Her eyes were searching mine, looking for reassurance.
Now ain’t the time to be a pussy. This girl needs you. Fuck, you need her. Time to show these guys what it means to mess with Axel Miller.
I took a measured, deep breath in and held it for a few long seconds. I folded my arms over my chest, muscles bulging. I exhaled slowly as my mind raced to formulate a plan.
I looked off into the distance, a grim, hard expression on my face. I could feel Chloe still staring at me. I was doing my best to look tough, nonchalant, and in control.
“Right. Ain’t no big deal, the way I see it. We still have a card to play.”
I raised my hand to my chin, rubbing my sharp stubble thoughtfully.
Chloe shifted in her seat, wiggling her perfect ass nervously.
“Which is?” she said, expectantly.
I kept her waiting for a little while longer. I was enjoying her rapt attention. I could feel her itching to know what I was thinking.
“Thing is, right. They don’t know.” I paused, and turned to look at her. “That we know they know. Get it?”
She frowned, thinking. “That’s it? That’s your genius master plan?”
“Think about it Chlo’. We start running, they know we’re on to them. They pounce hard and fast. Guns blazing.”
“I’m tough, but I ain’t bulletproof. Well, I nearly am. Could probably take a good few flesh wounds.”
I tapped my chin thoughtfully.
“Other option is, be as calm as fuck. Ice cold. Carry on to Prague. Hit them when they ain’t expecting nothing. Seriously fuck them up.”
I turned to look at her. Her eyes were wide, her cheeks red. She gaped at me, her mouth half open.
Am I… am I turning her on…?
“I mean, fuck them up so bad they can’t operate. Get it? Take out the fucking brains, and most of the muscle.”
I raised my hands behind my head, biceps bulging as I posed.
“Axel.” She spoke, mesmerised. Her voice was low. “Right now, I’ll do anything you say. Anything.”
“Anything, you say?” I raised my eyebrows. “Get your pretty butt back on that fucking desk. Now. We’ve got fifteen minutes.”
Chloe
I was glowing as we calmly checked out fourteen minutes later. Most of the staff had changed since our entrance last night, but some were staring at us in fascination.
I could still taste Axel in my mouth as I spoke to the guy on the main desk.
I didn’t want him to make a mess of me before catching a flight, after all. It’s not as if we had time for a shower.
“Hey. I’m afraid we broke your phone. And… a few other items that were on the desk.”
Axel chimed in. “Yeah. Got a bit carried away.”
The guy in front of me stared, incredulous. He looked up at Axel, then back at me.
“No problem, mademoiselle. We have, uh, spares, you know. Thank you for staying with us, I hope you come again soon.”
We left, thanking the desk staff.
Axel and I strode confidently through the front door, arms locked. Two bell boys carried my suitcases and Axel’s pitiful duffle bag.
I’ll get him a decent bag when we get back home. Something manly. Brown leather. Expensive.
A valet had brought the Mercedes round to the front of the hotel. Axel gave him a hundred euro note. The valet’s eyes widened.
“For last night. When we… were in a hurry.” Axel nodded at him.
He handed the bell boys a fifty euro note each, and they thanked him profusely, shaking his hands. They looked up him in awe, as if he was a movie star.
I mean, he probably could be. He looks meaner than Vanne Damme, and harder than Stallone. Not sure about Schwarzenegger in his prime. Now that would be a fight to see.
“What’s brought about this sudden generous streak?” I said laughing, as we got into the car.
“What? I’m always generous,” he grunted.
I remember his words earlier, after our brief but passionate sex. To be cool, that if they tapped the phone in a penthouse apartment, they could have bugs anywhere.
I grabbed his thigh.
“Just get us to the airport, you handsome thug. We’ve got a plane to catch.”
And some bad guys to fuck up.