Not your typical baby mama

Chapter 27 Trouble For Dylan

Two hours ago.

Dylan had a woman bent over on the bed with her face pressing into the sheets while he restrained her hands behind her. He was ruthlessly pounding into her. Her round butt was red from being smacked and Dylan's drilling. The woman moaned in both pleasure and pain. She let out incoherent words in Bahamian creole and all Dylan picked up on was one word:

"Harder! Ah! Yes!!!" She moaned.

Dylan growled as he increased his pace. He had heard of the little rumor that had spread of him. He was apparently a hit man working for some Mafia cartel. He chuckled remembering how this all started. But he decided to live up to his new reputation. It seemed to attract the ones who had a thing for bad boys. What the ladies want, he'll deliver.

With a pleasure filled grunt and cry from both them, they climaxed together and he pulled out to get rid of the condom. She was spent and collapsed into a deep slumber. Dylan discarded the condom into the bathroom and took a shower.

After he came out, he dressed up and looked at the woman's exposed bottom in amusement. He walked over and smacked it. She moaned in her sleep. He smirked as he watched it jiggle. He covered her body with a sheet and exited her room.

'A good smoke after a good fuck', he mused as he took the elevator that took him to the hotel bar. It was one of the places he frequented when he wanted his me-time. He settled at a table and a waiter served him his usual: whiskey on the rocks and some snacks. He would be sure to tip him generously he thought as he lit up his cigarette.

He felt himself calm down as he exhaled the smoke. Quite therapeutic. Some slow jams echoed in the bar. There weren't that many people during lunch hour. He leaned forward, propping his elbows on the table before sipping on his drink.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed. His boss always told him to be on alert. With their job, it was easy to offend some people. But he did not recall offending anyone. Or could it be that the little rumor that spread about him attracted unwanted company?

He turned around while sipping on his drink. A beautiful woman at a table a few feet away from him gave him a flirtious smile. He winked at her while flashing his charming smile. It could seem like he was flirting with her, but he was quick to catch the man on the table behind her turn to 'answer' his phone.

Dylan leisurely sipped on his drink as he beckoned the woman with a finger and she catwalked towards him, deliberately swinging her hips. He snaked his arm around her waist and buried his face in the crook of her neck probably kissing and whispering some sweet-nothings judging from her blushing face.

"Okay, I want you in bed tonight", he whispered. He pulled away and smacked her little bottom and sent her away leaving her blushing furiously. He turned back and paid for his drink and left the waiter a generous tip.

"Thank you, sir", the young waiter gave him a grateful smile. Dylan nodded at him and turned to leave.

He emerged at the hotel lobby. A lot of people were checking in. Dylan was sure to check out some of them. Most of the women blushed seeing this pretty boy openly check them out. But, something caught his eye. He was right about being watched. However, he didn't anticipate them to be three and following him. Even in their casual attire, the goons stood out too much. Who are they?

He took out his phone and casually sent a message to the one person he knew would help him.

Dylan: S.O.S

To his terrible luck, the boss didn't respond right away. Something must be up, he thought. He had to stall.

So he walked around, going to crowded areas around the hotel: the club, the pool, and the beach. He kept a check on his followers and they were still three. But he remained natural, like he did not notice their presence at all. An hour of walking later, he finally received the long anticipated call. He put on his wireless Bluetooth headsets and answered.

"About time!" He whined.

"What happened?" Came his boss's deep voice which was too calm, almost quiet.

"I have company."

"Did you cause trouble?"

"All I've done is drink and sleep around, I don't think this has anything to do with that. If I had stolen someone's girl, I would have been caught long ago. And they are New Yorkers."

Earlier when he was flirting with the woman, he casually asked her what accent the man behind her had. And she replied breathlessly from his actions, "Just like yours."

His boss fell silent after revealing his little discovery. He was about to check his phone connection when his boss responded.

"Go back to the hotel."

"But that's practically asking them to kill me in my room! Will you live with your conscience knowing you could have prevented it?" He almost cried!

He had only walked on this Earth for 27 years, he was not ready to go. He had been walking around in places he knew hotel security was close by, just in case. What was his boss talking about?

"Don't make me repeat myself you drama Queen!"

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