I gain consciousness to the soft mumbles, something talking in a hushed tone. There's a slight pressure on my right cheek, spreading a warm feeling, it disappears and reappears again, all the while the small mumbles sounding in my ears.

I squeeze my eyes shut even tighter, lights curling down in displeasure as annoyance builds inside of me at the constant disturbance.

Slowly, my eyes flutter open, the small amount of light illuminating my surroundings making it easy for my eyes to adjust.

"Miss. Romero." A voice whispers and I turn my head towards the side to stare at my secretary.

"Hi." She says with a small smile, withdrawing her hand from before I can snap at her.

With my jaw clenched, I look away from her, feeling my anger grow. On the very first day, I had made it very clear that I hate getting touched. For a minute the thought of firing her crosses my mind but then the fact that she's the sole bread earner for her family refrains me from doing so.

"Are you feeling well, ma'am? Do you want me to fetch you pain killers for your headache?" Ignoring her questions, I let my eyes dart towards the wall clock which says that it's the eighth o'clock. "Should I order room service?"

At the last question, my patience wear thin, "Just shut up."

I don't look her way to see her humiliated face, the sadness in her eyes. No. This is what she signed up for, it isn't the first time I've rudely made her close her mouth.

"Get me the phone," I order, sitting up slowly and resting my head against the headboard.

I hear her move quickly, quietly and very soon she extends her hand towards me, holding the phone. This time, I look up at her, pleased with how quickly she adjusts according to my mood.

"Santoro," I say politely as soon as he receives the call and hears the shuffling on the other side. He wasn't expecting a call from me.

"Miss. Romero, how can I help you." He sounds like a loyal servant and I smirk to myself, oh I love when people act like him.

"I want to know Mister Adriano's full name. His whole record. When he comes in when he leaves. What he orders. How he pays. Every small detail you can provide me." From my side vision, I see Jessica staring awkwardly away from me, probably freaked out after listening to my demands.

"If you grant me a minute." Santoro replies and I just stay quiet, waiting for him to provide me with information.

"Miss. Romero." He says after some time and sits up straighter, waiting for him to speak up. "We- uh, we have nothing on the record."

"That's impossible, you're lying." I snap at him, clutching the phone tighter in my hand, "I'll get you fired, Santoro. Do not test me." I seethe, sensing his tension through the phone even.

How could it be possible? How can a man be so untraceable is beyond me.

"I am. I'm not lying to you. Please believe me." Santoro pleads and I respond by hanging up.

If I was annoyed before, then now, I'm beyond annoyed. The lack of knowledge about that man has been a source of constant disturbance for months and instead of slowly fading away, it's only becoming worse and worse.

Unsure of what to do, I abruptly stand up from the bed, stumbling a bit as my sight darkens for a moment. The pounding in my head increases as I walk up to the side table to grab my purse and walk out.

I hear Jessica trying to calm me down, following behind me but I ignore her, too deep into my disturbing world to pay attention.

As soon as I reach room number 24, I breathe in, ready to face him. At first, I knock on the door but when there's no answer, I press my ear against it, trying to figure out what's happening on the other side.

My heart rate accelerates even more and I feel my hands starting to tremble at the sound of the creaking of the bed, followed by the obscene sounds of a woman.

Without thinking of the consequences, I start pounding my fists on the wooden door, kicking the hard surface in an attempt to break it open, "Open this God damn door."

Not even a minute later the door flies open and standing in front of me is an unknown man, his chest is on display and his eyes are wide as he stares at me with a mixture of confusion and frustration.

"Get out of my way." I snap at him, pushing past him and entering the room without permission.

My wild eyes run around in an attempt to spot him, Adriano, but he's nowhere. I walk into the room and feel like gagging as the smell of sex and sweat hits my nostrils. Hearing a gasp from the side, I snap my head in the direction of the sound and find the same woman Adriano had brought with me. She covers herself with a thin white sheet, surely naked underneath the thin sheet.

"Where is he?" I ask her, my eyes traveling over her form disgustingly. She's not worthy of a man like Adriano. He belongs with someone better and that someone is me.

"Adriano, where the hell is he?" I demand loudly this time and the woman flinches backward, how pathetic.

They hear the door of the room opening and the same man enters inside, my eyes travel up and down his form before I glare up at him.

"I want you two to tell me where that Adriano guy is. Now!" I say with a warning in my tone, eyes darting towards the coward woman before settling on the pissed-off man. "Don't even try to lie to me or you both will regret it deeply."

"I've never heard of such a man in my life, I swear." The woman speaks in her annoying, shrilly voice and if I had a gun in my possession, I surely would've shot the bitch.

"Miss, you need to leave before I call the security. You're scaring my wife." This time the man speaks up and I narrow my eyes at him.

"Your wife came here this afternoon with another guy." I snarl at him and look back at the wide-eyed woman with a smirk.

"You've got to be kidding me. We've been here all day, no one entered or left the room." The man states and I frown, shaking my head in disbelief. "I am calling security."

"You lying fucks. I'm gonna make you both regret this." I tell them as a man dressed up as a security guard barges into the room.

As he approaches me, I raise my hand in the air and give him a look, effective enough for him to pause. Behind him is my poor, concerned secretary, holding a frown on her face.

"Don't you dare come near me, I'll leave myself?" I tell him and with one glance at the pathetic woman, I walk out, Jennifer following behind like an obedient assistant.

Feeling light-headed, I put my hand on the wall, leaning my weight on it and trying to calm my rapid breathing.

"I want my car on the front gate when I reach downstairs," I tell Jessica when I sense her standing really close.

"Run, "I whisper and very soon I see her sprinting towards the lift as if her life depends on it, which indirectly, does.