HAVE SEX WITH ME
CHAPTER
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THIS STORY HAS A LOT OF SMUT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
Gabriel Maestri grew up in Italy with his parents, Sergio and Kaia. His father was a man who expected the best from everyone, and even better from his son. He was a man that believed showing love or affection towards anyone, even his own family was a sign of weakness and would not tolerate such things. Throughout his youth, Gabriel was groomed to become the successful, cunning and ruthless man his father wanted him to be. To Sergio love means weakness and women are only good for a man's pleasure in bed. A wife is just for public appearances and a mistress was for pleasure. For ten years he had tried to get his son to choose a wife from a wealthy family. His mother, Kaia was not much better, she was cold towards him, never showed him love, and he was mainly raised by nannies until he was old enough to go to boarding school.
With his father's backing, he started building his empire, paying him back with interest. He had his own home built as far from his parents as he could. They never celebrated holidays together, only got together occasionally.
Paige Mosley was a young woman with simple needs. She was an orphan from birth, going from one foster home to another until she reached the age where it was considered old enough to be on her own. She never really fit in, with her delicate features, her hair blond, so light in color it was almost white. From the age of sixteen, she worked jobs as a waitress, babysitter, and other odd jobs and went to school at night. When she turned eighteen she got a full-time job as a maid at the Maestri hotel in New York. In the three years she worked there she made friends with the other staff members. They became like a family of sorts.
But when news came that the hotel was shutting down a cloud of despair hung over everyone's head. Many of who worked there were getting up in age, others were young and had no education and jobs would be hard to find. As it was they weren't paid very well, they depended mostly on tips.
When word spread that the owner was coming to inspect the hotel to determine what was needed to bring it up to date to be sold the staff panicked. This hotel was the only one that had been neglected over the years and was in need of a lot of work such as carpets replaced as well as new furniture and paint. Though it was kept clean it still had become shabby.
The staff got together to talk, trying to come up with a way to persuade the owner to keep the hotel open and let the employees keep their jobs. Paige and a couple of the other maids cleaned the penthouse suite from top to bottom, it was the best suite in the hotel. Everything was ready for his arrival. The bar inside the room was fully stocked with his favorite wines and liquor upon his earlier request.
They all waited nervously for his arrival, having heard all about him it was obvious they were deathly afraid.
The morning of his arrival Paige checked his suite to make sure things were as he requested and also the suite next to it where his bodyguard would be staying. Satisfied she went back to work, she needed to finish the other rooms before the staff meeting with Mr. Maestri. All the employees got together and signed a petition to stop the sale of the hotel. It had been faxed to him and he replied, demanding a meeting. He hadn't asked or told them about the meeting, just said they better be there or they would be fired.
Having done her morning duties, Paige was talking to a co-worker when the revolving doors to the hotel swung open. All the happy chatter stopped when a man walked in and the air in the place seemed to stand still. He was tall, dark hair and handsome. He walked with the aura of a man who knew no fear, but one who put the fear in anyone in his path. She heard he was twenty-nine years old, and thought he was so young to be one of the richest men in the world, and even under his expensive tailored suit, she could tell he was muscular. But his face scared her, he looked mean, dangerous, like one of those mob bosses you see in the movies.
He was not alone she noticed, behind him was a big, husky man. He sported a suit and dark sunglasses. His lips set in a firm line, a scar ran down his face, he was even scarier than the other one. As they walked up to the front desk the clerk's hand shook as he handed the keys over, stuttering as he welcomed them to the Maestri Hotel. Without so much as a thank you the two men walked away and got on the elevator. For a second, just a split second her eyes met his before the doors closed. A cold chill ran up her spine at the way his dark eyes stared into hers.
The staff was summoned to the ballroom an hour later after his arrival. While waiting for Mr. Maestri to make his entry everyone was quietly talking, but it all ceased when his powerful presence entered the room. Paige thought he was more frightening up close once she gazed at his dominant figure. While he spoke perfect English you could still hear his heavy Italian accent.
"I received this fax and all I have to say is that the hotel is closing." Taking the fax he tore it in half and threw it to the floor.
Everyone's mouth dropped open in shock as they stared at each other. As he turned to leave Paige shouted out.
"No, that's not fair, you haven't even let us discuss it with you."
He stopped in his tracked, turned back around. "Who said that?" he barked.
No one moved or said a word, that was until one of the other maids pushed Paige, making her stumble forward.
"You," he points to her. "Come closer."
Putting her hands behind her back she took several steps forward, moving slowly and feeling as though her legs would give out from underneath her.
"What is your name girl?"
Casting her eyes down, afraid to look at him she stared at the floor.
"Look at me when I speak to you," he snapped harshly.
She snapped her head up and peered into his dark, cold eyes that held not an ounce of warmth in their depths and whispers. "Paige Mosley, sir."
"How old are you?" he asked as he looked at her from head to feet.
"Twenty-one," she answered nervously.
"You look to be nothing more than a child, or maybe eighteen."
"I'm not a child," she dared to snap at him.
"What is your job here?"he asked, staring at her.