Page 33 of Mating at Midnight: Book 1

Other wolves frowned at my father for not claiming my mother, but they didn’t know the reason why. Let’s just say things are not always as they seem.

The dinner ended with Levi instructing one of the guards to drive Kenia’s vehicle to the hotel while she and he rode back to Hillard Hotel with Nyah and I. After going back and forth, my mother finally agreed to ride to the hotel with my father. She thought she could escape the tongue lashing he had in-store for her. Yeah, that wasn’t going to happen. Their car left before ours.

“I’m going to need a stiff drink,” Nyah said as we pulled away from the restaurant.

I couldn’t help looking at her phone as she typed away. She texted someone at the hotel to have a bottle of Hennessy and Pink Rose’ sent to the suite. She then turned to me with a serious expression and said, “Please, inform your guards that someone will be coming to the suite.”

I just nodded my head.

I should have engaged her more on the ride, but I was more focused on her calming down after her altercation with Megan. Levi and Kenia sat across from us laughing and talking about the whole ordeal. I wanted to add my two cents but kept them to myself because I didn’t know how Nyah would react or go off about Megan being there in the first place.

Once the car was parked in front of the hotel, I invited Levi and Kenia up for drinks. My guards surrounded us as we exited the car and went inside the hotel. I was grateful Nyah was at least letting me hold her hand. Personally, I was ready to get to the suite to have that drink but that was derailed when we heardloud profanities coming from the check-in counter. This day just keeps getting better and better.

“Fuck you! I booked a suite here three weeks ago,” the disgruntled man spews to the associate that I now know is Lisa.

Behind the counter Lisa smiled back at him, but her reddened cheeks showed that she was embarrassed.

“I’m sorry sir, but as I stated before, we have no reservations under your name. All the suites are booked, but we do have deluxe rooms available if you would like one of those.”

He looked at the people he was with and said, “This is the bullshit I have to deal with.”

They laughed with him as he focused back on Lisa. “You need to check again. I have a reservation for a fucking suite. Do we look like the type of people who would stay in a deluxe room? So, unless your hotel wants to lose money, you will make that shit miraculously appear on your screen.”

Another thing I hated with everything inside of me is an entitled prick. Letting Nyah’s hand go, I went to the counter. Lisa notices me as I approach. “Lisa, there is no need for you to continue to go back and forth with this gentleman. He nor his party will be staying at the Hillard Hotel tonight or any other night.”

A sense of relief comes over Lisa as she starts to tap away at her computer. Nyah goes around the counter, then begins to whisper to Lisa.

“Who the fuck are you to make that kind of decision? And what the Hell is her black ass whispering about?”

Nyah’s face twists into what I’ve learned is one ready to do bodily harm. I silently instruct Levi to block her path as a low growl leaves me. I backhand the shit out of his ass. How dare he disrespect Nyah or any other person of color like that. The hit was so hard it left him on his knees with his friends trying to help him up.

Covering his mouth as slob and blood leak from it, he slurs, “You’re going to regret this.”

“The only thing I regret is you coming into my hotel. Now get the fuck out.”

He shakes his friends off of him, then digs inside of his name brand suit jacket and pulls out his wallet. He opens it, then slams down a black card. I scanned the card for his name. Robert Van Hynes. Yep, even his name sounds like a prick.

After taking the cloth handed to him from his female friend to wipe his mouth, Mr. Van Hynes points to the card. “This right here will give me access to anywhere I want to. So, unless you have one of those, you need to get the fuck out of my face.”

I glance at Levi who shakes his head from side to side before responding to Mr. High Society. Laying my hand flat on my chest, I say, “I’m sorry Mr. Van Hynes, I didn’t have the chance to introduce myself.”

“I don’t give a fuck who you are. All I want is the suite I reserved,” he barks.

Ignoring his ass, I ask Lisa, “Was there a deposit made?”

“No, sir and there is no deposit for a reservation,” she replies.

“Then there’s nothing more to be said,” I say before facing the idiot. “I am Braxton Hillard, the owner of this hotel.” He still gawks at me as if he wants to attack, but I continue. “My employee was very accommodating in offering you another solution, but you turned that down. At this point, you are now trespassing, so I would advise you to leave my establishment on your own accord or I can have you physically removed.”

“Do you know who the fuck you’re messing with?” Mr. Van Hynes seethes, displaying blood coated teeth.

I widen my stance, sliding my hands in my pockets as I hunch my shoulders. “You didn’t give a fuck who I was, so why should I care about who you are? We have no business together, so I’m going to tell you again to leave this hotel.”

Mr. Van Hynes chuckles along with the two other men with him. “And if I don’t?”

Shit, I could show him better than I could tell him. With just the snap of my finger, my men and a few of father’s encircle Mr. Van Hynes and the others. The women shriek as the large men crowd their space, leaving them no room to escape. The two men with Mr. Van Hynes look as if they’re about to shit their pants which I found quite comical. The best part about it is Mr. Van Hynes himself changing his tune.

“Fuck it, we’ll go but this isn’t over,” he threatens.

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