Chapter 12 Maxim
MAXIM
Ican’t forget the image of Grace’s face as I slipped inside her.
I was expecting to see euphoria, but instead, it was nothing but pain and disgust. She thought it was that fucking asshole Dmitri slipping into her.
She thought he was back attacking her, hurting her again.
She was so far lost in her nightmare that nothing could pull her from it.
Seeing her look at me as if I was the most disgusting person in the world flayed my black heart open.
All night I had to listen to her sobbing as she broke down by herself, locked in a memory she couldn’t escape.
I can’t wait until I put a bullet between Dmitri’s eyes.
He doesn’t deserve a slow death. Not for all the pain he has caused Grace.
It’s been a while since I’ve tortured someone, he deserves something drawn out for what he has done to her.
When this job fell across my desk that morning, I knew I had to get out of the house and give Grace her space.
I needed to channel my anger and hurt into something more than the punching bag in the gym.
I also needed to get my mind straight too.
Ever since Grace has come into my world, she has turned it upside down, and honestly, I don’t know if I want it back to the right side up.
“Do you want some company?” a stunning blonde asks as she sits at the bar beside me.
“Sure,” I say, tipping my glass tumbler toward the waiter to get me another.
“Are you here for work or pleasure?” she asks flirtatiously. The word pleasure comes out in a purr.
Guess I’m an easy mark. A man in a suit, drinking alone at a luxury hotel bar, with no ring on his finger, and the weight of the world on his shoulders.
She probably thinks I need a good time. The blonde’s hand slithers over my thigh aggressively.
Maybe I will have a use for her after all.
The bartender places my drink in front of me, and I take a large sip.
Usually, when I’m on a job I don’t drink this much, but I do this time as I try and wipe away the images of Grace trapped beneath me as she thinks I’m going to hurt her, force her to fuck me against her will.
Turning, I smile at the blonde taking in her appearance.
She’s dressed in a red designer dress that molds to her curves, her overinflated breasts are like mountains pressed against the material and she’s tanned as if she’s spent the last month on a yacht in St. Tropez—maybe she has.
There’s not a line on her face even when she tries to raise a questioning brow at me.
Too much Botox has left her expressionless.
Add in her over-inflated bright red lips and she’s the perfect plaything for some single businessman at the bar.
She takes my smile as an opening and raises the stakes by sliding her hand down over my dick and giving it a good rub. Nothing. My dick is not coming out for anyone, especially not a woman like her.
“Wanna get out of here, big boy?” she asks suggestively.
“Sure, let’s go,” I say, throwing some bills on the bar as a tip before throwing back the rest of my whiskey.
I motion for her to get up and she follows me through the hotel bar and into the lobby.
As we cross the marble floor, the click clacks of her heels grate on my nerves.
We arrive at the elevator, and it’s open ready for us to enter.
She follows me in, I use my keycard to swipe to my level, and we both stand in silence waiting for the doors to close.
As soon as they do, she makes her move, but I take a step back.
Waving my finger at her, she gives me a pout which probably works on all the other men, but I’m not interested.
The lift doors open, and I walk to my room and swipe my key across the lock, and it flashes green.
Holding the door open for her, she saunters in, making sure I notice her sizeable asset as it sways.
“Nice room,” she says, admiring the suite before walking over to the window, pretending to look coy as she tries to work out how much I can afford to pay her to suck my dick.
“I know you’re a hooker,” I say, not wanting to beat around the bush.
“Oh,” she says, turning around seemingly surprised. “You’ve done this before?”
I nod. I haven’t, I don’t need to pay for sex. I take off my coat and lay it on the bed. Then I head to the mini bar, grab the small bottle of whiskey and unscrew it before making my way over to the sofa and taking a seat. “Just so we’re clear, I didn’t bring you up here to fuck you.”
This gives the woman pause, and I can see her calculating her escape routes.
“I want to hire you for someone else,” I state, sipping my drink.
She looks relieved. “My rate is five hundred dollars an hour.” She walks over to where I am seated and takes the seat beside me, those hazel eyes looking over me hungrily. “I’ll let you have one free hour to test me out if you wish, make sure I’m up to scratch for your friend.”
“No need. Honestly, I don’t care how well you do or don’t fuck.”
The hooker’s eyes widen, surprised that I turned her down.
“What I need from you is something so much more,” I explain to her as I reach into my pocket and pull out a listening device and earpiece.
“What’s that?”
“It’s a listening device and a camera.”
“Is this so you can watch me fuck your friend?” she asks, perking up over this idea.
“I don’t care what you do. This friend did something to me, and now I’m repaying the favor back to him.”
The blonde’s brows pull together. “You’re seeking revenge on this friend?”
“Does it matter the reason why?”
“No, not really. If you want me to do more than fucking, it’s going to be a thousand an hour.”
Ballsy, I like it. Money is really no object, so I agree to her exorbitant price. “Now,” I say, leaning over to where she is.
Her breath hitches as I get close to her.
“This necklace,” I say as I run my finger along the gold links, which hang against her creamy flesh, making goosebumps lace her skin.
The jewel dips down between her breasts, and I let my finger follow its line till I pick up the jewel.
“I’m going to need to put a tiny camera right here.
” I let my finger swirl between her breasts.
She nods enthusiastically.
“Take it off.”
She hesitates for a minute, trying to work out what I’m asking. Am I asking for her to take the necklace off or her clothes? She goes with the necklace and hands it to me.
“Help yourself to the mini bar. This won’t take me long.”
She nods and heads over to the mini bar, and I hear the glass bottles clink as she searches through them. “So, why do you want me to spy on these people? Is it corporate espionage?”
“Yeah, something like that,” I say, looking up from my tools for a moment before getting back to the job at hand.
A couple of minutes later I’m done, and I’ve packed my tools away.
I grab the invite and the money for her before getting off the sofa and walking over toward the woman to hand her back the necklace.
She takes it from me, inspects the jewelry, and seems satisfied before placing it back on herself.
The necklace is a little shorter as I need the image to not be distorted by her breasts.
“I need to add this tiny earpiece to the back of your earrings, too,” I say, showing her the tiny device.
She nods and turns around for me.
I place the small device right at the back of her ear, then step away from her.
“This is your way in,” I explain, handing her the note to her mark which is written on a piece of hotel stationery, and a swipe key to get to the penthouse.
“Once you’re in, relax and have fun, but at some stage I need you to bring this guy”—I hold up a photo—“to the window, so I can take some photos of him. You know, in a compromising position.”
“Did this guy fuck your wife? Is that why you want revenge?”
I nod. Sure, let’s go with that if it makes the entire charade more believable for her.
“What a dick, and what a bitch your wife was to cheat on a man like you. You’re not with her, are you?” she says, looking me up and down hungrily.
Ignoring her, I continue explaining the plan to her. “Once I have the photos, I’ll let you know I’ve got them and then the night is all yours to do what you like,” I say as I hand her an envelope stuffed with money.
She takes the envelope from my hand and begins counting the money. She slows down and slowly looks up at me in surprise. “There’s ten grand in here.”
“You’re going to need it after tonight.”
Her smile fades.
“Like you said, he’s a dick,” I add not wanting her to back out now when we’ve come so far.
“This is like an asshole bonus?”
Yeah, something like that. I nod in agreement, making her smile as she places the money into her clutch.
“Your man is in the penthouse, but I’m going to need you to go to the lobby and get yourself a drink while I set myself up. I’ll contact you via the earpiece. Let’s try it out.”
Ushering her out of my room, I close the hotel door. “Can you hear me?” I ask.
“Oh my god, that’s amazing.” She giggles which makes me roll my eyes.
“You’re going to be good. I’ll be right here, and if any funny business happens, I’ll have the police there in seconds.” Technically that’s true.
It should take her approximately ten minutes to get to the hotel across the road, and up to the room I’m booked into that is opposite my mark’s room.
Meticulously I re-wipe down this room making sure every trace of me has vanished and place any of my rubbish into my bag.
I double-check my suitcase and run my hand over my baby, an M24-A3 Remington Sniper, everything is right in the world.
I head toward the elevator and make my way back down to the lobby.
I see the blonde in the bar, and she is having a drink while chatting with a man in a suit.
“Do not get distracted,” I say through the earpiece which makes her jump.