~ Hotel Manager's Office ~

There was an awkward silence engulfing the hotel manager's office. There were four people inside that room, sitting on the soft couch, facing each other.

Samantha had never imagined that she would witness something like that after acting like a good samaritan who just wanted to help a woman in need.

She thought the two people she saw in the hallway were having some heated arguments and fighting. Worried that the girl might get hurt, Samantha looked for security guards to ask for their assistance.

Who would have thought that upon arriving at the fire exit they would see the two people making out, instead of fighting?

'Gosh! This is a hotel for goodness's sake! They should have done that inside their room, not in the fire exit! What are they thinking?!' Samantha lamented to herself while looking at the man and woman in front of her.

The hotel manager was sitting next to Samantha while Mr. M and Micaela were sitting on the opposite couch.

Micaela couldn't look at their eyes. She felt very embarrassed. She wanted to beat Mr. M and grind him into tiny pieces right now.

'Argh! How I wish the ground will open up and swallow me whole. I wanna hide because of this. This troublesome beast in heat! When will he learn the word 'self-control'?' Micaela was cursing him inwardly.

"Miss Manger. Can we go now? We are done explaining the things. As I said, the two of us were not fighting." Mr. M was now feeling annoyed and impatient.

'Why do I feel like I am in the guidance office right now and being interrogated for misconduct,' Mr. M heaved a frustrated sigh at that thought.

He arched his eyebrow and glanced at Samantha with a cold sharp glare. Because of this woman, Micaela felt very embarrassed. He knew that she was already cursing him for what he had done.

Samantha, on the other hand, could only bite her lower lip. She knew she offended this guy so she understood why he was looking daggers at her.

However, in her mind, she was not the one to blame. It was their fault for doing that outside their room.

"Alright, Mr. Jackson, now we know that this is just a misunderstanding. But next time…"

"Next time what?" Mr. M asked the hotel manager with a warning look. He looked intimidating and frightening with his imposing aura.

The Hotel Manager was hesitating to continue her words so Samantha was the one who finished her sentence.

"Next time… do it in your room, not outside." Samantha bluntly said to Mr. M.

Mr. M squinted his eyes at Samantha. "I'm not asking you. Who gave you the right to speak?"

Samantha frowned after hearing that. She didn't like it. He was being so rude. Instead of accepting his mistake, here he was, acting so high and mighty.

"Excuse me, Mr. Jackson. I have a mouth so I will speak anything I want to say. I don't need permission from anyone, especially You!" Samantha talked back at him, not intimidated at all. She just lost her patience because of his rudeness.

Samantha was good to someone who was good to her and she was also bad to someone who was bad to her. Who cared if he looked frightening and intimidating...and gorgeous?

Oh, Samantha just took back the word gorgeous because he was so mean to her.

She had just realized that she was not the one who should feel embarrassed. It was this horny jerk who should feel ashamed.

Mr. M was about to retort when Micaela grabbed his hand, giving him a warning glare. She wanted to leave that office as soon as possible but Mr. M was taking his time arguing with this girl who was the cause that they got caught.

Mr. M tried to hold his irritation and anger toward Samantha because Micaela stopped him. If not for her then he would continue arguing with Samantha.

"Alright! Let's stop wasting our time here." Mr. M said, standing up.

Micaela also stood up, getting ready to leave that office. Without saying another word, Mr. M held Micaela's hands as they walked out of the room.

Samantha just shrugged her shoulders when Mr. M and Micaela were already gone. She turned to the hotel manager and apologized for her wrong assumption.

Meanwhile, Micaela and Mr. M were already inside the elevator going to his VIP room. Micaela grabbed the opportunity to kick Mr. M on her leg.

"Aww!"

"I told you to stop but you didn't listen!" Micaela scolded him.

"Alright. Alright. I'm sorry. I had no intention to do that at first. I just wanted to tease you. But you bit my lips, so it triggered me. I told you already when it comes to you I often lose my self-control."

Micaela just glared at him. Then after a while, she realized something.

"Wait, that girl. She said that she saw us in the hallway. What if she accidentally heard our conversation?" Micaela asked Mr. M, feeling a little bit anxious.

Mr. M fell silent for a moment, analyzing the situation. If Samantha heard them then it was bad for their plan. They didn't know how much Samantha heard their conversation.

"Okay, just relax. Let me handle it." Mr. M said to Micaela, reassuring her.

"What are you going to do?" she asked him curiously.

"You don't need to know. Just focus on your task….and your attention on me," Mr. M said playfully, winking at her.

Micaela just rolled her eyes skyward. This man really knew how to annoy her.

When they reached his suite, Mr.M told Micaela to enter the room first as he would just call someone.

Mr. M: "Hello, Scorpion. It's me. Where are you? Are you busy?"

Scorpion: "Hi Boss! I just finished my mission. I'm staying at the hideout for now. Why? Do you need me?"

Mr. M: "Yes. There's something I want you to do for me."

Scorpion: "Copy Boss. I'm always at your service!"