As we passed through the dark place we came out to the this hotel that looked like it was from a movie
It shined so bright making its existence noticeable from everywhere
Lateef walked towards the entrance while I followed like an obedient student
The doorman gave them a slight bow as Lateef pushed open the gilded glass doors, ushering Viola into the hotel lobby.
It was the kind of place you didn't just stumble into—you had to know it existed. The marble floor was polished to a mirror's shine, throwing back the glow of the crystal chandelier overhead. Thick Persian rugs muted their footsteps, and every corner seemed to whisper of old money.
Viola's eyes roamed over the space. The walls were lined with oil paintings in ornate gold frames—battle scenes, grand landscapes, a portrait of a woman in pearls whose painted gaze seemed to follow them. A faint scent of sandalwood lingered in the air, blending with the soft strains of a live piano from somewhere deeper inside.
Lateef guided her toward the lounge, his hand briefly touching the small of her back. He didn't speak much, but there was something about his presence—calculated, composed—that made her follow without question.
The lounge was dimmer, wrapped in warm amber light. Plush velvet chairs in deep burgundy surrounded low tables of dark mahogany, each topped with a single flickering candle. The air hummed with quiet conversation and the soft clink of glass.
They took a table near the tall window where heavy curtains framed the city lights beyond.
"Nice place," Viola said, sinking into the chair. The velvet was so soft it almost swallowed her.
Lateef only smiled faintly. "It's one of my usual spots."
A waiter appeared, dressed in black with white gloves, carrying a leather-bound menu. Lateef didn't even glance at it before ordering. "Two glasses of Château Lafleur, 2005."
The waiter inclined his head and vanished. Viola raised a brow. "You didn't even ask what I wanted."
"I don't bring people here for casual drinks," Lateef replied smoothly. "If we're here, we drink the best."
Her lips twitched into a small smirk. "Confident, aren't you?"
"Always," he said simply.
When the wine arrived, it was poured with deliberate ceremony. Viola watched the deep ruby liquid swirl in her glass, catching the candlelight. She took a slow sip, the taste rich and layered, the warmth spreading through her chest.
"Okay," she admitted softly, "you were right. This is… different."
Lateef leaned back in his chair, studying her. "So. Zaria's little fan club—did they bother you much after the… clash?"
Viola let out a soft scoff. "I'm fine. They think they're scary, but I've dealt with worse. They just talk too much."
He studied her face for a moment. "Have you spoken to Zaria since then?"
Her gaze dropped briefly to her glass. "No."
His brow lifted. "You're not planning anything… are you? Some sort of revenge?"
She tilted her head at him, half-smiling. "Why? Are you worried I might?"
Lateef's eyes narrowed slightly, though there was an almost amused glint there. "I'm just saying—if you ever do want payback… you could call on me. I'm very good at evening the scales."
She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. "Teeth for teeth, huh?"
His lips curved faintly. "Something like that."
They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the soft clink of glasses and the hum of piano music filling the air. Viola kept sipping slowly, savoring the warmth in her chest. There was something about Lateef—measured, deliberate—that made it hard to tell if he was teasing, warning, or inviting her into something darker.
When the glasses were empty, he settled the bill without looking at the total, sliding a sleek black card to the waiter.
They walked back toward the lobby, the sound of her heels echoing off the marble. Outside, the car was already waiting. The doorman stepped forward, but before Lateef could open the door for her, Viola stopped.
She turned to face him, her eyes glinting in the soft streetlight. "You know…" she said softly, "you're dangerous company."
Lateef arched a brow. "And you're still here."
She smirked, stepping closer. "Exactly."
Before he could respond, she reached up, catching his face in her hands, and kissed him—slow at first, then deep, the kind of kiss that made the city noise fade into nothing.
Viola's lips locked on Lateef's and didn't let go.
Her kiss was hungry, insistent, tasting of wine and heat. She threaded her fingers through his hair, caressing the back of his head, brushing over his ears, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath.
Around them, the hotel lobby began to notice. A couple near the reception desk paused mid-conversation. A bellboy slowed to watch. Someone behind them let out a soft, surprised laugh.
Lateef's hand slid up and caught her wrist. He broke the kiss just enough to speak, his voice a low rumble against her lips.
"Not here, darling."
Without waiting for an answer, he took her hand and led her toward the grand staircase. The soft carpet swallowed their steps, but nothing could mute the thrum of urgency between them.
They reached the door at the top, and before the key even turned, Lateef pressed her back to the wall beside it. His mouth was on hers again—harder this time, deeper—his hands roaming from her waist to her hips, pulling her against him.
His lips trailed down her neck, grazing the skin with heat that made her breath hitch. She clung to him, one hand gripping the back of his head, the other tracing the line of his spine beneath his shirt. His hands slid up her sides, then down, shaping her with a slow, almost possessive touch.
He finally managed to get the door open, but they barely noticed stepping inside. The shoes were the first to go—hers kicked aside with a clatter, his abandoned near the threshold.
They kissed again, moving toward the bedroom in uneven steps, stopping every few feet as if they couldn't bear to go more than a second without touching. Somewhere along the way, her shirt slipped off her shoulders and fell to the floor.
Lateef cupped her through the fabric of her bra, his hands firm, thumbs brushing in slow, deliberate strokes that made her knees weaken. His mouth found her collarbone, trailing heat lower until she arched against him.
Her back met the wall again, the cool surface making every point of contact between them feel even hotter. His hand slid lower, fingers skimming the edge of her waistband before pressing against her through the thin fabric.
A soft sound escaped her lips—a mix of surprise and want. She clutched his shoulders, her breath unsteady, her pulse racing.
Her hand slid down between them, pressing against the front of his jeans. The solid heat there made her inhale sharply. She felt him tense under her touch, his breath growing rougher.
"Viola…" he murmured, his voice low and edged with something almost dangerous.
She didn't stop.
His hands gripped her hips more firmly, drawing her close until there was barely space to breathe. Their mouths met again, messy and urgent now, the kind of kiss that left no room for doubt about where it would lead.
They stumbled the last few steps toward the bed, the air around them thick with heat and intent. Her fingers found the buttons of his shirt, working them open without looking. His hands slid up her back, pulling her against him until every inch of them touched.
The bed was behind her now, his body in front of her, the night pressing in close.
He squeezed her breast like had personal problem with them,kissing her roughly, he went down to her garden, it was wet.
She was dripping so hard, lateef was as hard as wall. He bent over , kissing from her breast to the stomach while he made his way down to her garden.
His tongue touched her, he could feel her body shake
He rubbed the clit while he sucked on it like a hungry beast
Slowly he inserted one finger amd then two then three, it was at this point that viola let out a loud moan. Her eyes were already rolling back in so much pleasure
This gave lateef satisfaction, as he inserted his already hard self into her
Stroking in amd out deeply, feeling all her walls
He lowered her onto the mattress, his eyes locked on hers, and the rest of the world disappeared.