America's Suitehearts

**Hailz’s POV**
God, talk about a dream come true! CC picked me up and flopped onto the bed which made me laugh giddily.
“Mmm, I think I’m warmer now.” I said. He felt so warm, like a furnace against my freezing cold skin and I just wanted him closer.
“Give me a minute and I’ll make sure you’re more than warm” he said with a voice like velvet. Oh my, things might be going down, or up, depending on how you look at it. It was at this moment that the angel on my right shoulder started speaking up.
“You shouldn’t be doing this! You’ve only known him for hardly two days!” she said
“Bitch, please!” retorts the devil on my left “You’ve been obsessing over him since you were sixteen, you know him better than anyone!”
“It’s not the same!” shouted the angel
Guys, can we not do this now?
“Yeah, let her have some fun instead of guilting her out of what she really wants!” said the devil
“I’m trying to keep her from making another mistake! Remember the last time you talked her into this?” said the angel
Ugh, I wish I could forget that.
“See!”
“That was different! I was desperate!” said the devil defensively
“That’s why you shouldn’t listen to her!”
“Shut up! If it wasn’t for me she would’ve long died of boredom listening to your little prude ass!”
CC kissed me right where my neck joins my jaw and I couldn’t help but gasp a small moan as he sent delicious shivers up my spine. He then slid out of his leather jacket with the kind of sleek grace I thought only existed in movies and proceeded to plant burning kisses up my throat, around my neck, and even behind my ears. Oh dear God, yes! His strong hands roved around my body, ensuring nothing was neglected of the sweet pleasure they brought with them before settling down on my knee and breasts, making me pant breathlessly.
“See, doesn’t that feel nice? Just go for it, Honey!”
“You shut your whore mouth!”
Calm down you two!
“Suck on this, bitch!” the devil hollered which was shortly followed by the angel screaming. “Well that takes care of that!” she said after a moment
The fuck just happened?
“Don’t worry about it unless you want to be next!” the devil snapped “Just let me handle this and sit back and enjoy the ride!” she added in a softer tone
CC took a second to get some air as I felt myself lose control to my darker side. My fingers intertwined themselves with his hair and brought him right back where I wanted him and he responded appropriately by lifting my shirt off and, being a guy, leaving stuck in my shirt while he got lost for second while staring at my tits. His hands made their way to my back and began groping around for something. If he’s looking for my bra clasp, it’s not back there. I ran my hands over his shoulders then trailed down to his lean biceps (Is he flexing? I feel like he’s flexing.). A sneaky little giggle burst from smirk on my face before I rolled him over, pinned him, and kissed the almost hilariously stunned look on his face off. At this point, I had very little to no input as to what my body was doing to him but it all felt so perfect that I didn’t quite give a damn. My finger ran itself down the center of his chest before I grabbed ahold of his belt buckle and went to work on getting it off while he gave up on looking for the clasp (Here’s a hint: It’s in the front, right in front of his face) and went about getting my skirt off.
Once I had accomplished my mission, I caught him looking at me and smiled at him to which he smiled back with his eyes shining with anticipation in the faint darkness of the room. I leaned in to give him the kiss that would seal the deal and for just a split second, for the first time in my life, everything was perfect. I was straddling a perfect man, every nerve of my being fired perfectly, everything felt perfect, and I, even if it was only for a fraction of a second, felt like I myself had reached some state of perfection.
But, like all true perfection, it quickly died on its feet when a sharp but powerful tug on my hair tore me away from my heaven. I shrieked as I fell back onto the floor, landing on the top of my spine with a thud, and looked up to see the very definition of psychosis, my personal hell, and most shamefully of all, my ‘ex-boyfriend’, Kyle Rousseau. Poor CC didn’t even get to sit up fully before Kyle threw the bulky club of meat that he called his fist into his face.
“You’re coming with me, you fucking slut!” Kyle growled as he began to drag me out of the room or, as my mom called it, ‘a caveman engagement’. I tried screaming for CC, but the pain of having my hair pulled at this intensity turned them all into short shrieks. I kicked and flailed around as much as I could, hoping to loosen his grip but to no avail. Once we were out of the room he pulled me up onto my feet and traded hold on my hair for the top of my arm. I tried going boneless but that only made him pull me against him, wrap his arms around me so tightly I thought he would snap my ribs, put one icky sweaty hand over my mouth, and lift me up to carry me to whatever torture chamber he had prepared for me. I swung my heels into his shins as he walked which made him squeeze me to the point where my lungs had no room to expand in my chest and I could barely breathe. This is it, this is how I die, being crushed to death by an ape-man, how humiliating! I tried using what little air I could suck in to scream and get one of the other guys to help me, but I couldn’t get loud enough to be heard over the music. As a last resort I bit the hand he had over my mouth and immediately gagged.
“YOU FUCKING BITCH!” he roared which made more than a few heads turn in our direction just in time to see him carry me out of the suite. I managed to squirm enough to get my arms free and make him loosen his so I could take full breaths of air. Note to self: Appreciate oxygen more. He carried me down the hall and he was going towards the maintenance door that lead to staircase to the roof. Once he got there he tried to open the door but couldn’t seeing as you need an access pin to open it and only housekeeping and senior staff know said pin. Ha, you’re not going anywhere without a housekeeper, shithead! Wait a minute…FUCK ME, I’m a housekeeper! FUCK MY LIFE! He put me down and took his hand off of my mouth. Of course I instantly tried to bolt back to the suite but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back. “Put in the code. Now!” he ordered
“Go fuck yourself!” I spat and tried to pull my arm away. He grabbed my hair again and shoved my face less than two inches away from the keypad.
“I said now, you whore!” he bellowed
“Rude.” I muttered to myself as I begrudgingly put in the code. Note to self: Demand that Alex put a failsafe on this lock.The lock clicked open and Kyle retook his hold on my arm. Just as he pulled open the door a horde of very angry looking guys threw open the door to the suite.
“There they are!” shouted Austin
“Quick! Before he gets away!” yelled someone else who I assumed was part of their security team
“Get him!” hollered Andy as they charged at us. Kyle growled and threw me inside like a ragdoll before stepping in himself. He tried to close the door as quickly as possible but fortunately Andy and Austin have ridiculously long gazelle legs and they got to the door just before he could close it all the way. There was a bit of a tug-of-war match between them with the door and though Andy and Austin were a few inches taller than him, Kyle was a brute and would probably beat them soon. Shit, if they get locked out, I’d have to wait for security to get up here to help me, I need to find a way to stop that. The only sure fire shot I could think of was getting them the access code. Knowing that the code would be fairly easy for them to remember I decided to just start yelling it repeatedly in hopes that they’d hear it.
“Sixty-nine, sixty-nine! Sixty-nine, sixty-nine!” I yelled as Andy and Austin strained to keep the sliver of an opening long enough for reinforcements to arrive.
“I can’t hold on much longer!” Andy groaned
“Run! Fucking run!” shouted Austin. I wasn’t sure if that was meant for me or the rest of the guys but I booked it anyway. I skipped as many steps as possible and got up those stairs faster than Usain Bolt on speed. I got to the top and rammed to door open then ran outside only to realize I had nowhere left to go except the shortcut to the bottom floor.

Notes

Alrighty ya'll, this is going to be a two part chapter because it ended up being super long and I wanted to get another update in this week so you wouldn't have to wait for me to finish it all. Does this even make sense? It's 5:12AM and I haven't gone to bed yet. I don't even know why I'm still typing. I'm just going to hit submit and use the sleep now