I've just woken up and there's already a crisis, I love my staff but their capabilities are very limited in the morning🤭 ,which is why I guess I'm here.

The one and only Abigal Amare Kenny. Manger of hotel Royale and entertainer. Time to fix another crisis and greet the over bearing guests.

I walk down the corridor with a beat in my head, and a smile on my face and that's when I passed him, a man twice my height and definitely twice my built, the definition of domineering, my secretary was about to lose it, she started malfunctioning on a serious note, I almost sent her to a physic ward, but I guess when a guy looks that good only a girl like me can resist but that didn't stop me from teasing her just a bit 😏.

Behind the charming stranger was an anterage of women all powerful and fierce, as if going to war.I immediately remembered why I was there to start with, the crisis that woke me today was a pervert trying to get smart with one of my girls, and as much as I caution restraint I had absolutely none at that moment , to think he had the audacity to call me sexy after trying to get his hand under another girls skirt, if your gonna be a pervert at least be a loyal one ,one girl at a time pls, so we can fairly kick your ass😒.

But Mr anterage beat me to it , turns out that the girl he was pestering was not my employee but his dear sister. Black and blue would have been mercy compared to what he did🤭 red and white would have been more like it, I think I almost saw that perverts ghost.

after beating him to a paulp, Mr anterage turned to me and said "why the long face, the next pervs yours"😉, I was speechless until I saw a drunkard walking in and getting 'friendly' with the female guests. Mr anterage looked at me with a devilish grin, one that said a million words. "thank u, time to go to work", I replied, whilst rolling up my sleeves.

As soon as I was done dealing with the drunkard ,Mr anterage had already disappeared.

I thought he was a rather unusual guest but fun non the less, to bad I didn't even get a name.

But I guess Mr anterage will do for now😌. I really had fun this morning and the day was just getting stared, I had a lot of other things to do like food testing for the menu tonight, which I probably enjoyed more than my job required me too 🤤.

The menu was set and the staff were all at their assigned posts doing their jobs well like always🤭. I sometimes wonder how I became a manganger at only 17, and how no one knew my real age but me and only me, yes it was scary, but it was a life that I was very happy in.

The days almost done and it's now time for the hotels annual ' dance of the dead gala. ' Everyone has been making sure this gala runs smoothly, especially after what happened this morning.

The guests are already in the ball room and gossiping about who wore it best or better yet who won't be wearing it for the rest of the night.

Although being only 17 , I act very mature and my body is quiet developed. 🤫 don't tell anyone.

I finally got my red silk ball gown on and hair done, "it's time to show them flames" I said before entering the ball room. A thousand judging eyes were stearing at me from all angles, but this was not nearly enough to throw me off, I walked in there with the sort of confidence a manager should have, the confidence that pairs well with modesty.

I roamed the ball room lying to every guest there, saying that it was an honor to have them staying with us. which it was ,don't get me wrong but not in the way they think I meant it. I meant it was an honor to have such rich snobs spending thier money here instead of somewhere else, they think I actually meant them and not the money.

But one of the rich snoops understood me perfectly and replied with " my money is also honored to be here".

That made me burst out in a suttle laughter😂, when I turned to see who had said that, it was non other than Mr anterage, he was eyeing me from head to toe as if I were a piece of candy.

and I ,naturally, given he's devilish looks, did exactly the same. He smiled at me and then asked me if I'd join him for a dance. With everyone starring in anticipation and his anterage burning with rage ,I politely refused and turned towards the exit.

I had performed all my manager duties at the gala , so I had absolutely no other reason to be there, pretending to be someone I'm not, something I'm not.

As I sat in the hotel library in my normal clothes, holding a small but thick book I felt at ease 😌 , the silence was like music to my ears and a shelter for my heart.

"if I died a tragic death, would uou weep for me, as you did for her. Or would you die with me and bid this life fairwell" I read from my book in a soft yet bold voice.

" if u were mine , u would never die a tragic death" a cold and flirtatious voice whispered in my ear from behind me.

I immediately jumped off the couch and onto my feet, only to find that the voice in my ear was Mr anterage, only this time without the anterage. he complimented my taste in literature and I asked if he had read the full version of this book, he replied no and said " i was merely speaking frankly with you"

Those words left me speechless, I felt like I was being stalked a bit 🤔. First we meet in the morning and slso at the gala and now here alone in a library.

This could not all have been fate but since he was in the library with me, I asked if the dance offer was still on the table, he nodded and with no hesitation took me into his arms and we danced for what seemed like only a few minutes but in reality was over an hour.e both bowed to end the dance, but before I could leave he pulled me in for a kiss.

His lips were like fire pressed against mine refusing to let go, he's hands were gentle yet firm and i lost in the fight to escape.

He finally released me , and called my flustered, red face😳 'precious ' , i ran out the foor and punched a wall to release my anger😤.

That was my first kiss gone to a complete playboy, not that I was really big on the whole, your first kiss is precious thing but it took me very much by surprise.

"Marriage!!!!", my secretary 'Betty' screamed at the top of her voice. She had always adored the idea of couples, children and marriage but this was not how she thought it all happened, by a simple wager made amongst elites.

Basically two elites come togethere and make a wager on the life's of commoners, if the wager is successful than the two people should marry, if the wager in unsuccessful than the two both have to pay a third party 10 000 tiles of Siler.

This game has always been risky especially when the elites parents are involved, but who am I to meddle in their affairs, I have enough to dael with, making sure their sheltered and feed.

But I do find this to be entertertaining, people can be soo gutsy, especially when it comes to choosing life partners.

Don't you just love the foolish and in love? 😁, if any of you can agree than pls note that Betty 100% does not, she'd rather have it be spontaneous and romantic, completely out of the blue.

I've tried my best to explain to her that reality is a whole lot less rainbows and romance than she imagine in her head but she fails to listen🤦‍♀️.

There was a couple who had just moved into the hotel and had made a bet on me, whether or not I accept Mr anterages dance offer, the both of them hated each other so they both agreed to bet that I would not accept his offer. which I did not accept meaning that the wager was successful.

The next morning the new soon to be wed couple came to me and Mr anterage demanding to know if I had a mental illness, one that stopped all reason and sense.

Seeing the situation they're in, I understood their anger. But he certainly did not, he looked almost somewhat annoyed at the two. "is everything alright" , I asked him in a low whisper. " maybe we should tell them what happened after the gala?"he replied with a mischievous grin 😈.

My patience with him was at my limit , I'd rather die then let anyone know what happened between us. It was embarrassing and inappropriate 😳. The urge to slap that grin off his face had nearly taken me over when his sister stepped into the room. She looked like she had been up all night and apparently she was up all night, busy planning the wedding of the angry couple infront of me.

We greeted each other, than she immediately dragged the couple out of the room. Now it was just me and Mr anterage and I couldn't wait to leave but that hot devil caught me in the same grip as he had last night and this time it didn't seem like he was letting go

I told him how improper this is and that he should let me go before I turn him black and blue😠.

But the expression on his face left me speechless, he looked heartbroken😥. He leaned in closer and asked me, if he's ever hurt me. That question stung a great deal. I replied no and kissed his cheek apologizing for my short fuse.

He smiled and kissed me back, but this time on my neck and he kept getting lower and lower, fighting was the last thing on my mind, I was too busy trying not to let anyone outside know what was happening🥵.

How did this happen? How did a total stranger make me feel like this. Both hot and confused, and to think I still didn't know his name.