Alpha Razor King-Chapter 132: Hotel Room.

**Isabella**

The men began to attack again, but Razor handled them effortlessly, his movements swift and powerful. I watched, swooning hard at the sight of him. Despite not being aware of his wolf, my man was still so strong. The men soon realized they were outmatched and fled, disappearing from our sight.

"Thank you so much," I muttered, smiling at him, but his frown deepened as he looked at me.

It suddenly hit me—he was eyeing my outfit. Memories of my disastrous outing to the club resurfaced, and I began to tremble slightly.

"Why are you here?" His voice was low and cold.

"I came here to look...to look for you."

"Where are the men who were with you?"

"They went somewhere," I replied, giving him my best smile, but his frown only deepened.

"Is that why you came here dressed like this?"

I laughed in amusement. Even while suffering from amnesia, he still disapproved of my dress.

"What’s so funny? You better get out of here. It’s dangerous." He turned his back and started to leave.

"Wait up, please." I stopped him. "Where are you going?"

"None of your business," he replied harshly. "Don’t let me catch you following me."

I watched, amused, as he walked away. Even with his memory loss, Razor was still intense and intimidating.

Well, if he thought I was going to back down because of a threat, he was mistaken. I quickly followed him, making sure to stay discreet and out of his line of sight.

Razor entered the VIP section, and I couldn’t follow him there, so I waited in a corner, glancing around the club. It was still packed with people having fun, but I was bored out of my mind. I wished I hadn’t forgotten my phone at the mansion; I could have called Dean to hear from my baby, Nathan. I missed my little man.

After what felt like an eternity, the door to the VIP section finally opened, and Razor came out with some men and a lady beside him. I couldn’t be bothered about her appearance, but why the hell was she near my man?

I quickly hid from sight until they passed before following quietly behind. They were heading out of the club, probably to their cars. I hailed a taxi and followed them. After a few minutes, they stopped in front of a hotel and walked inside. I entered the hotel and hid behind a man who was making a call. Using my werewolf hearing, I listened in to the room number Razor was given, annoyed that the woman was going with him instead of her own room like the rest.

I needed a plan to enter that room, but how? My eyes began scanning the area for an idea when I saw a lady with a mop and a bucket. A plan quickly flashed in my head. She was heading for a door, so I followed her discreetly inside. It was a locker room, and thankfully, we were the only ones there.

She turned, confused about who I was. "Who are you?"

"Hi... I’m the new cleaner." I forced out an awkward smile.

She eyed me suspiciously, probably not convinced because of my dress. Well, I couldn’t blame her.

"The manager said I needed to wear a uniform ASAP. Do you have one?"

She didn’t look too convinced but pointed at a table in the corner. "Over there. You can use that one. Nobody’s used it yet."

"Thank you so much." I dashed for the outfit, which was outrageous by the way and looked like a maid’s uniform, and went into the inner room to wear it.

When I came out, the lady was already gone, but she had left the bucket and mop there. I took them and left the room.

Next, I got into the elevator without any problem and headed straight to room 204.

I stood in front of the door, pressing my ear against it, but I couldn’t hear a thing. What the fuck was that woman doing in there with Razor? Drawing a deep breath, I brought my hand up and pressed the bell. After the third try, the door opened, and it was the woman.

She raised a brow at me. "A cleaner, at this time?"

I pushed my way inside forcefully, surprising her. "We take the hygiene of our hotel seriously," I said as my eyes wandered around. It was a suite, a luxurious one. Razor wasn’t in the living room; maybe he was inside the bedroom.

I dropped the mop and bucket and headed there, but the woman grabbed my arm. "Where the fuck are you going?"

I took a closer look at her. She was tall, attractive, with slanting eyes and long black hair.

"Well, I need to clean the room," I answered with sass.

"Well, you can’t go in there now," she said, crossing her arms.

"Why? Are you planning on doing anything with that man?" I glared at her. She wasn’t naked, although her mini dress was too short, and her boobs were almost popping out.

"Hello," she snapped her fingers at me. "What the fuck are you looking at? In fact, get out of here, you weirdo."

"I’m not leaving. You should be the one to leave."

She chuckled before grabbing my arm. "That’s it. I have had enough." I quickly removed her hand and twisted it behind her back.

"Let me go, you weirdo! Let me fucking go!" she yelled, struggling hard.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Razor finally made an appearance.

I pushed the woman away roughly before turning my attention to Razor.

He scoffed and then gazed at the woman. "What happened, Lara?"

"I don’t know who she is, boss. She just barged in claiming to be a cleaner. But I don’t think she’s one," she cried out.

"Leave us."

"What?" She seemed surprised by Razor’s words, but the look in his eyes sent her hurrying out of the room.

"What the fuck is this all about?" Razor glared at me, gripping my arm roughly. "And what is this? Since when did you become a cleaner?"

"I just wanted to check up on you. You were with that woman alone, and I thought..." I trailed off. His intense glare made me avert my face nervously.

"You thought I was fucking Lara? That’s the reason you came all the way here, dressed like this?" There was amusement in his tone.

Hearing it from him made my actions seem pathetic, but I wouldn’t back down. "Yes, you’re right. You’re my husband; you shouldn’t be fucking other women."

"Shut your mouth." His voice sent shivers through me, but I tipped my chin forward defiantly.

"Or what? What the fuck will you do?"

For a moment, recognition flashed in his eyes, but it was immediately replaced by a cold stare. "You’re really shameless, coming into my room alone."

"What are you going to do?" I challenged him. "Are you dying to fuck me?"

He laughed. "And what if I want to?"

"Then I won’t stop you. After all, you’re mine." He was taken aback by my boldness, but his eyes suddenly darkened.

"I’ll really do it if you don’t get the fuck out of this place right now."

Shaking my head, I tiptoed and wrapped my arms around his neck. "I’m not leaving until you fuck me."

His arm tightened around my waist as he lifted me. "Suit yourself."