Chapter thirty-two

ALEX 

Ayanna's chauffeur dropped her off in front of the Elite hotel. One of the many hotels belonging to the Blackwell's. I didn't want to jump to conclusion that she was meeting with Rain Blackwell just because she came to one of the Blackwell's hotel. It could be someone else, a friend, a client yet I couldn't shake the initial feeling off.

Dressed in a backless red silk dress that clung to her body like a second skin, Ayanna drew the attention of all those who passed by as she gracefully walked into the hotel.

My phone beeped just then and I looked the message that appeared on it, not mine but Ayanna's message to the anonymous person she was meeting.

"I'm already here, see you in a minute."

Rage surged through me as I read the message, my grip tightening on the stirring wheel until my knuckles turned white. I desperately hoped my intuition was wrong, that Ayanna wasn't cheating on me. The mere thought ignited an unadulterated rage. That she was no longer useful to me didn't make it okay. She was better off dead than in another man's arms. This time  I'd make sure truly died.

Before I could stop myself, I got out of my car, my heart racing as I trailed after her. I 

"I want a room next to Ayanna," I walked up to the receptionist immediately Ayanna left, though my gaze lingered on the path she took.

The receptionist looked up, her brow knitted in a scowl before slowly relaxing into a smile.

"I know you, you're her husband. OMG...," she half yelled before clearing her throat and assuming a professional stance again. "I know how much you both adore each other, but I'm sorry Mr.Greyford you can't get a room beside your wife, the entire floor she's on have already been booked by our VVIP guest. Why not call her?"

"Oh...no no no," I waved my hand in dismissal.

 "I want to surprise her. I don't want her to know I'm here, please keep it a secret," the lie slipped from my lips easily. 

The receptionist nodded then took out a card. "Although you can't get a room on the same floor, you can get a room close by."

I made payments, filled in my information and accepted the card. As I walked away though curiosity crept over me, making me stop in my track. I hesitated then slowly walked back to the receptionist.

"Who's my wife meeting? I mean who booked the entire floor she's on."

Her smile faltered for a second, her brow furrowing suspiciously before her smile returned. 

"That's confidential information Mr Greyford, I can't share it."

As I walked to my room, my mind wouldn't stop making up scenes of Ayanna in another man's arms. Ayanna loves me so much she won't cheat, perhaps I was over thinking and being paranoid. Maybe the anonymous person she was messaging was just a business partner or a friend.

I only sat in my room for a few minutes before deciding to go the floor Ayanna was on. I didn't care if it was booked, I had to know who she was meeting and what she was doing.

With that in mind I left my room.

The floor was quiet, no one in sight. A VVIP booked the entire floor which meant Ayanna and whoever it was ought to be in the suite. I could hear the sound of my heart beating as I raised my hand to knock on the door.

AYANNA

The suite was big_ as big as an apartment with a living room, a bathroom, a kitchen, and even a closet. And every furniture and even flower vase had intricate design that screamed of luxury.

Rain Blackwell was no where in sight, but the sound of water coming from the bathroom told me he was in there. 

My leg carried me forward on instinct , my heart pounding loudly against my chest as I came to a stop before the half open bathroom door. Heat crawled up my cheek as my  gaze fell on the naked man standing under the shower. He had his back to me, plus I'd taken off my shoes and tiptoed so he didn't notice. I know I looked like a pervert, sneak peeking at a man while his was bathing but I couldn't help it. My eyes trailed over his perfectly sculptured body, from his broad shoulder, gradually moving and stopping at the tattoo on his lower waist. It hadn't been there before. I know because I'd seen him naked multiple times, which meant he just got it. 

Just as I move closer to study it, he whirled in my direction, his eyes locking with mine, a dark glint flickering in their debth.

Holding my gaze, his hand moved over his body, slow, deliberate and seductive.

 I held my breath, my gaze following the movement of his hand, unable to stop myself even as he palmed his hardened cock.

"Like what you see," his voice carried a taunting edge. His lips curving into a smirk afterwards.

I met his gaze, my face probably burning with embarrassment as I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out.  

"Come join me," he said, the taunting edge in his voice replaced by a seductive, inviting tone.

 The invitation was certainly tempting but I resisted, hastily turning and fleeing. His laughter followed me as I escaped but I ignored it, dropping onto the couch with a heavy sigh. My mind wandered off to Alex and the supposed dinner date we were supposed to have tonight and also the police case I'd closed.

Was he suspicious? He didn't react as I thought he would when I told him the case was closed. He was too calm. Even last night, he didn't ask about Rain. My mind tells me his up to something but I couldn't figure out what.

A knock on the door pulled me back to reality. I glanced at the door and then the bathroom where Rain was still having a bath. Was he expecting someone? Perhaps it was just room service.

"Rain, there's someone at the door," I called out. Rain probably didn't hear me because no reply came from the bathroom. I stood, my feet moving toward the bathroom again but another knock echoed through the door, louder and more insistent than before. Abandoning the decision of asking Rain if he was expecting a guest, I turned, strolled to the door and swung it open.

"Alex..."