To Love My Enemy Ch 03

"You're going to his hotel room?!"

Makayla winced at the shrillness of her older cousin's voice. The young woman received a call from the woman no doubt due to her worrisome brother's meddling and she had been ranting for what felt like an hour.

She was flabbergasted that the girl had gotten herself into such an entanglement and with an older man at that. The brown-skinned girl couldn't blame her feelings that way.

It was crazy how fast things were going as she went from signing all of her contracts to spending the night. Part of her felt like she was insane to do this while the other wanted to run to him.

She really didn't know what to do with herself but she hated being scolded like a child. She crossed her legs feeling unsure of herself.

She pushed herself back into her bed's pillows and tried to calm her cousin down. "It's not that bad, Rashida. He's--"

"--Not that bad? Seriously, you even saying that proves to me it is BAD. This guy is old enough to be your father for God's sake." Makayla bit her lip as she was interrupted and yelled at some more.

Her cousin had lost her mind when she stupidly told her Mr. Nilou's age. The woman, who was married with a preteen, swore like a sailor before she called Makayla a naive idiot for entertaining him.

Rashida argued that no man about the age of thirty should be dating a younger woman. That she was being used for her body and for her talents.

It sickened her and left her teary-eyed to imagine that her family thought so little of her. They really thought she would sell her body for a publishing deal.

Her heart hurt and she wanted to hang up right then and there. But she couldn't. She was frozen as she listened to her cousin go on and on about how stupid she was behaving.

She nearly choked when her mother was mentioned. Apparently, her annoying ass brother went further than just telling Rashida. He went on to talk to their parents and stepmother about everything.

Her dad had been in disbelief from what was going on but didn't have the desire to argue with her. Makayla's mother was another subject.

The woman had teamed up with her stepmother to find a way to get the girl "out of a dangerous lifestyle". Makayla was so betrayed.

Her eyes watered and she wiped them with her sleeve as her chest became tightened. This had to be some sort of anxiety attack. Her body was a woozy cage as she swallowed the spit gathering in her tight throat.

This was the worst outcome and she hadn't even done anything with Mr. Nilou yet. She tried to think of anything to say, to explain herself but came up empty. Her mind was pulling a blank as she was hit with the reality of her situation.

Her entire family assumed she was a sex worker and her mother was becoming hysterical. Her dad was frozen with shame and her brother hadn't even bothered to warn her.

The poor girl had been left out to dry. Rashida yelled at her some more and Makayla felt empty. "You need to break it off! You need to get off the phone with me right now and tell him that you're done."

Her body was shifting, her conscious mind floating above as she moved the phone away from her ear and stared. She couldn't risk her career for her family's delusions.

It was true that the older man had feelings for her but he wasn't pimping her out for God's sake. The girl wondered if they thought that was the only way she'd be successful. Her heart broke into pieces at the thought and she rushed to hang up.

The call left her traumatized and she dropped her phone onto her bed. Her hands shielded her face from imaginary taunts directed her way. She was dizzy as she tried to figure out what to do.

The heartbroken woman wondered if she should talk to her brother about everything but gave up on the idea as it was useless. He would just disagree that what he did was bad and that she should hear their parents out.

Makayla couldn't fault him for what he did as he was her older brother. He loved her dearly, even if they had a rocky relationship at times because of how they were raised.

He wouldn't hide anything from their parents if he felt she was at risk of being harmed. The girl couldn't be angry about that, nobody with a heart could. She just felt pain from the betrayal his choice had left her to dwell in for now.

So, she gave up on calling him and decided to go through with meeting Mr. Nilou for the time being. The man was someone who had spent his hard earned time, resources and funds on reaching out to her.

It was obvious his employees found her to be too immature for the big chance being given to her. She didn't want to prove those haters like his snooty lawyer right. She wanted to show them she was worthy.

If she let her mind get in the way, she would never succeed and Mr. Nilou would never speak to her again. He would be disgusted by her actions and she would never feel whole again.

The woman got up from her bed where she'd spent an hour wallowing in her misery to get ready. The man was going to be expecting her to look and sound the same she did when they initially met that date night.

"I can't believe this is happening." Makayla whispered to herself and winced. Her throat was raw from the crying she'd done the whole day.

Her throat remained that way hours later as she got out of her ride and stepped onto the soul of a five star hotel.

She was underdressed for the clientele who wore designer and influencer brands. Still, she knew that she was good enough as she caught a few interested glances.

The young woman anxiously held her satchel purse as she walked in and was taken away instantly.

Her eyes widened as she was met with so much glitz and glamour her head was starting to run in circles.

A diamond encrusted chandelier hung above the dark-skinned, curvy woman's head as she made her way to the check in desk.

The bottle body girl was nervous but also steadily growing excited as she looked around. Mr. Nilou was wealthy and he loved to show it off.

Makayla wondered if she could ever achieve the sake level of wealth someday. She debated it for a bit, thinking to herself in a display of her poor self esteem that she would most likely die trying. She quickly moved on.

The front desk receptionist was a friendly looking, Mexican man with a buzz cut and a stud earring.

He noticed her coming over and quickly welcomed her with a bright smile. "How can I help you today, miss?"

"I'm looking for a room under the last name Nilou. It should have been booked in the last few days and under a card." Makayla had been told the basics and wanted to come off as a super classy woman.

She must've sounded convincing as the receptionist nodded and typed along, humming as he pulled up the requested information. "Alrighty, ma'am. I've found the room in question. Should I call them now?"

The brunette nodded and played with her hair as her nerves got to her. "That would be great, I've kept him waiting a very long time."

The woman wanted Mr. Nilou to see her and be mesmerized. Even though the woman around her was wearing silk, she felt her short sleeve, crochet mini had a chance.

She had a knit hat to match and sunglasses that gave her the classic hippie vibe. Makayla had read that the older man used to be one in his teenage years.

She wanted to get his attention without being obvious with bell bottoms. She couldn't be a stereotype as the man was rich enough to have seen and heard it all.

Her heart was screaming for him to hurry up and see her. Thankfully, she didn't have to wait very long as the man descended from an open elevator. His eyes were like honey as they melted into her body and left her cheeks warm.

He was definitely more casual but still had that suave, elegant look that told you he was someone important. Once he caught her gaze he kept it, stealing it away as he smiled.

It was a tiny but pleasant glance that was meant only for the brunette to witness. He reached out to grab her hand and she rushed for him to take it.

His touch was soft with his older, more worn palms feeling awfully smooth as they smothered her smaller hands. He bent down and kissed the back of it which caused her blush to deepen.

If they weren't in public and knew each other better she would've lifted her foot up in the air. Just like they did in her grandmother's favorite romance movies. Instead, she stood there with butterflies flirting in her stomach as she held back a massive grin.

Mr. Nilou moved his lips back to speak and spoke. "I was overjoyed to know you were coming. I didn't want to rush you into things but I couldn't resist having the chance to meet one-on-one."

"You captivated me at the contract meeting. When my lawyer overstepped I was about to apologize when you gave her that look. You just glanced over and I knew you had it under your complete control." The woman was less confident in herself then he was but she accepted the praise eagerly.

She didn't even remember looking at the older woman that day. "I knew you wanted me there so her comment didn't bother me." It did bother her but she wanted to savor her false sense of confidence.

Mr. Nilou chuckled and beckoned her to follow him to the elevator. Apparently, the room was on the fifty top floor and this place only had an emergency stairwell to use.

This left the pair only able to take the secluded, cramped lift upward. They entered and were left alone. Standing next to the older man, Makayla was able to get a much closer look at him.

He had small, grey hairs on his face that reminded her of the silver foxes you would see on soap operas. Perfectly oiled with his beard trimmed short enough that you could easily miss it.

His skin was smooth and her fingers twitched. The younger woman wanted to touch his face and caress it so badly it hurt.

Still, she knew better than to act on her urges. She controlled herself as they waited for their arrival at their destination. It was painful and she bit her lip.

The elevator played a little, cheesy instrumental that Mr. Nilou hummed to himself. He looked relaxed, contrasting the inner turmoil inside the woman.

The curvy brunette was a ball of raw emotion, bouncing on the balls of her feet in a way that wasn't very noticeable.

Of course, the one to see her burst of happiness was the man himself. He spared a glance and chuckled, shaking his head at her playfulness.

Feeling and hearing his acceptance of her behavior made the younger woman cheese. She was smiling that damn hard. She couldn't stop.

He smirked. "You have a gorgeous smile. It's very unique."

Makayla knew what he meant by this. The brunette had chipped her tooth as a child and dentists never bothered to fill it in.

This left her with a somewhat crooked grin. One that was only noticed when she grinned wide and showed off all her teeth. It was quite adorable.

He must've thought the same as the woman watched, transfixed, as he bent down and kissed her. His lips felt warm and were soft.

They had the faint taste of chapstick, artificial lemon flavored. She didn't know what to do at first. But she did know that she loved the feeling of it.

Her heart was beating faster and faster, speeding up as the man moved to hold the side of her face to maneuver her better.

Makayla realized she didn't have to do much as the man was taking full control. His hold on her was gentle but by his grip she knew he was gripping tight.

The sensation of his nails digging into her cheek left her wincing. But she didn't make a move to stop him as pleasure filled in her belly.

Her legs trembled as she opened her lips to allow his tongue to enter. She had never done anything like this before so she acted on her instinct.

His tongue behaved like a viper as it invaded her mouth and went to dominate the younger adult's senses.

Her tongue was twisted and it left her feeling sore, even a little dizzy as her eyes watered. Before she could sit on the sensation he moved backward and departed.

Makayla wiped her mouth and stared at the older man with wonder. "Wow." She didn't have any other words for the sudden makeout.