A Stolen Kiss From THE CEO!

147 A Long And Bumpy Ride

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To my amazing readers, please bear with my irregular release pattern. Due to a tight schedule, I would be releasing one chapter a day for the time being. Please, bear with me.

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While Jinx was busy luring Alberto to his death, her two assassin partners discreetly infiltrated the hotel in disguise and made their way to Alberto’s penthouse suite.

Stationed by the entrance to the penthouse suite were six heavily armed bodyguards. They were all shaded up and they patrolled the entrance with such alertness that if a fly flew by, it would be shot down.

The head of the guards received a call from his boss, with an instruction to organize a bottle of the most expensive champagne and set it inside the penthouse suite. As he was putting away his phone, a waiter came towards him bearing the bottle of champagne and a note in his hand.

After searching the waiter thoroughly, the head bodyguard opened the suite door by keying in a special code, which the waiter smartly captured using a high-tech micro camera that was hidden beside the bottle of champagne. Then he stepped aside and allowed the waiter in, instructing him to quickly drop the drink and leave.

When the waiter had left, the head bodyguard returned to his initial security position. He opened up the note handed to him and read it out loud.

“Turn to your right and look up!” His forehead furrowed and his eyes burned with curiosity as he reread the note one more time. He shrugged his shoulders and did as the note had instructed.

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BANG! BANG!! BANG!!!

A suppressed sound instantly kissed the forehead of the head bodyguard and two of his colleagues.

As all three dead bodies fell to the ground, one of the assassins came out of hiding. He move to the opposite section where the remaining three security bodyguards were pacing around and also took them out. The other assassin, who happened to be the waiter, came back and briskly removed all six dead bodies.

Both assassins quickly repossessed Alberto’s room using the special code to gain access. Then they prepared the torture scene and mounted some cameras while they patiently waited for Jinx.

Alberto couldn’t peel his eyes off Jinx as he led her toward his private elevator. Like an excited child about to receive a mind-blowing gift, he countlessly praised her for her rare beauty. His glimmering brown eyes darted from Jinx’s succulent boobs to her delicious upside-down heart butt. He was tempted to grab and smack her butt while they rode alone in the elevator. However, he cautioned himself and kept his hand to his side, for fear of a broken wrist.

In the past, when Alberto found a girl tantalizing and irresistible, he usually f**ked her brains out in his luxurious car or the elevator. He didn’t like being kept waiting and hungry.

However, in Jinx’s case, it felt as though she had cast a spell on him. He found himself nodding to all her request like a fool. Everything she said, whether good or bad sounded like a fantastic idea. All he wanted now was all of her and nothing else.

When they arrived at his penthouse suite, Alberto was so preoccupied with his lust for Jinx that he failed to take notice of his missing security men.

He speedily punched in his security number and led Jinx into the suite.

“We are finally alone like you requested,” Alberto said in a husky voice.

“Yes, we are!” Jinx smirked evilly. “I’m going to do a lot of things to you, handsome,” she roughly pulled him into the bedroom.

“I like it when you’re rough and feisty. I can’t wait for...” Alberto’s words got stuck in his throat. His jaws dropped and his eyes almost popped out as he gawked at two fierce-looking men standing at each side of his bed.

“Welcome to the real party! Jinx said in a thrilled tone and gave Alberto a sharp blow on his nape.

“Ah!’ Alberto grunted in pain and fell to his knees. He bit down his lips to stifle the excruciating pain emanating from his neck. His eyes became watery and his whole body quivered in fear and panic. A million scary thoughts raced through his mind as he imagined what the three untamed animals planned on doing to him.

“Hey, catch!” One of Jinx’s partners tossed her some clothes to wear, while the other who had walked over to where Alberto was kneeling, gave him a head-splitting blow.

Alberto was forcefully sent backward, reeling in pain and terror. His vision doubled and became blurry. He tasted a metallic compound and his tongue caught two uprooted teeth, which he spat out.

At this point, Alberto understood that he was in for a long and bumpy ride. He stared at the vicious-looking man who had struck him and decided that pleading with him or his partner was like asking a hungry tiger not to eat its catch. So, he turned around to face Jinx who was already dressed up and tried pleading with her feminine conscience.

“Please, don’t kill me! I don’t want to die now! I... I can double the pay of whoever sent you to do this. Just name your price.”

“Hmm... the only price I want is your head on a gold platter, offered to your dad.” Jinx scowled at him. “Before I separate your head from your body, I would like you to sing for your dad.”

Alberto was forced up to his feet and pushed toward his king-size bed. On a stool beside his bed, was a complete set of scary-looking torture equipment. While in front of his bed was a mounted camera. His mouth was gagged and his hands and legs were tied.

“Let’s have some fun!” Jinx picked up a skin grafting device and started peeling the flesh of his skin slowly while one of her partners filmed the whole process.

Alberto’s muscles and veins puffed up in agony. He tried to scream but the sound came out as muffled noises due to his gagged mouth. His eyes were teary and bloodshot as he wriggled and struggled in pain. However, his tormentors were just starting the torture process.

When Jinx was done peeling all the flesh on his chest she flipped him over and started peeling the skin on his back. Afterward, Jinx’s partner picked up a medium drill device and got to work on Alberto’s joints.

Due to the excruciating torture and extreme blood loss, Alberto passed out after four holes were drilled into his body.

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The Treshvire family doctor came down to the Treshvire mansion at Carlpole, as quickly as he could, when he received Rex’s distress message. In the message, Rex informed him that he was having a heart seizure.

When the Doctor got to the mansion, he tried to act as though he had come on a routine visit in other not to alarm Marissa.

Sam, the house butler, welcomed the doctor politely and led him to Rex’s home office.

“Thank you very much, Sam, I will take it from here.” The doctor smiled politely and tried to discharge Sam when they got to Rex’s office. He was worried that if Sam got a glimpse of Rex’s condition, he would raise an alarm.

“You’re welcome, Doc,” Sam gave a short courtesy bow and left.

Immediately after Sam left, the doctor knocked twice on the door and briskly walked into the office. He quickly shut the down behind him and ran down to Rex’s unconscious body. He took a deep breath to steady his racing heart as he knelt beside Rex’s body. Then he brought out some medication, transferred them to a syringe, tapped the vein on Rex’s arm, and injected him with the medication.

While he waited for Rex to regain consciousness, he also cleaned and attended to the wound on Rex’s bleeding temple.

Slowly, Rex regained consciousness as the doctor observed his twitching eyes and his moving hands.

“Rex, can you hear me?” The doctor spoke in a calm tone.

Rex shook his head slowly and gradually opened his eyes. He lifted his right hand and try to massage his throbbing head.

“You bumped your head on the desk when you fell unconscious,” the doctor tried to explain.

“Oh!” Rex said and tried to sit up. “What happened to my doctor? I had a weird blackout. This was nothing compared to the last one, it felt as though I was already dead,” Rex frowned.

“The blackout is normal when you consider your current condition.” The doctor sat on the floor beside Rex. “However, this particular one was stress-induced. Do you still remember what I said about not involving yourself in any form of stressful activity? If you keep pushing yourself this way, the blackout will be more frequent and unpredictable.”

“Shit!” Rex clenched his jaw in anger. “Doctor, you really have to help me. I can’t afford to pass out in front of my wife. You promised me that I can still live a healthy life for another two weeks.”

“Yes, I did, and to achieve this, I placed you on certain medications. However, these medications will be futile if you keep stressing yourself. If you don’t want to be confined to bed, then I insist that you stay away from any form of stress for the next two weeks, okay?

“Okay, Doc,” Rex replied grudgingly. “Thanks,” he said curtly and stood up.