The Alpha's Entanglement
Chapter 1

"Life is about great wine, costly cuisines, expensive outfits, rich friends, and opulent sights to see." -Camilla Jose Isadora.

Camilla's lips twitched as she kicked her feet in the air, pleased with herself for coming up with the quote.

Her giggling, on the other hand, lasted only a minute before turning into a scowl.

As she rested her tired body on the gorgeous silk covers that decorated the Hills Hotel's wool-embroidered bed, she signed with scorn.

She was dressed in a black outfit with white pockets and a white apron that matched her shoes.

Her long curly dark hair was neatly tucked in a white ribbon, as if she were a student at some catholic school. Camilla despised the silly uniforms, but she had no choice; the uniform was a job necessity, and the job was the only thing preventing her from being homeless.

She lay on the bed, dissatisfied with her existence; she wasn't supposed to be sleeping on the guest's bed but the fabric was silky smooth, and the aroma was always enticing. She couldn't figure out why she was always drawn to Room 121 so much.

The room belonged to Ryan Cage, one of the city's wealthiest sexist men alive. He was incredibly attractive, tall with thick dark hair, blue eyes, and a chiseled jaw that complemented his rugged features but most importantly he was filthy rich. Camilla had always been drawn to large scary dudes since she was a teenager. Ryan was her crush, and she could only daydream and fantasize about him in his opulent room and on his beautiful bed because she knew he wouldn't fall for a girl of her status.

There was something toxic about his room, especially his hidden room that only she and Madame Elsa knew about. Ryan's room had a hidden little playing room behind his closet. The room was small, with a much smaller bed, a closet, a restraining table, and a plethora of sex toys. Camilla nicknamed the room; "a little sex dungeon."

She was always curious as to what kind of crazy sex took place in the room. She sometimes imagined herself strained under his Mercy, screaming his name at his command. That was as far as she could go, wonder and daydream. Ryan Cage was a man of high taste and class. He never gave her a glance or acknowledged her presence, but Camilla had optimism, telling herself, "One day."

She always looked forward to cleaning the sex dungeon room because she appreciated the macho tense toxic scent combined with the Cologne that smelled like lavender mixed with strawberries. She was always curious about the cologne he wore, but she never found it in any of his belongings. She had the habit of rummaging through his belongings in an unprofessional manner when she was cleaning his room.

The scent was stronger in the secret sex room than in the main room, which she assumed was due to the activity there. She was perplexed as to why a man would require a secret chamber in order to bang all of the girls he desired. Ryan Cage always returned from his luxurious parties with girls. Perhaps it was related to the sex toys," she reasoned to herself but was interrupted by a loud wail.

"Camilla Jose Isadora, get your fat ass off that bed!" her boss, Madame Elsa yelled.

Camilla sprung from her bed, startled, wondering when and for how long her boss had been in the room.

"How many times will I have to warn you?"

"My apologies, please Madame..."

"Be silent! What if Mr. Cage had entered instead of me, you moron!"

Camilla kept pleading, "Ma'am, I'm very sorry."

She was almost kneeling on the floor, she'd lost track of the number of times she'd been caught lying on the guest's bed, particularly Ryan Cage's.

"Shut up!" her boss yelled. "Now pay attention to what I'm saying; this is your final warning," the elderly woman warned. "Next time I catch you, it will be your last night in this hotel."

"I'm so sorry," Camilla said, sweating profusely.

The elderly lady gave her a stern look, but there was no one else for the job. She gave her the keys to the secret room after rolling her eyes.

"Clean the secret room; our guest will be staying tonight."

Camilla was on the verge of jumping into the air, but she had to restrain herself. With a straight look, she took the keys and headed to the wardrobe. She pushed a button, and a door slid down replacing the closet door. She dashed inside, fleeing her boss's rebuke.

Madam Elsa took a deep breath, she couldn't afford to replace Camilla. She had assured the room's owner that she wouldn't have to train a new crew on how to maintain the small room. Too many people finding out about the small room was bad for business; two people had already died as a result of not keeping their mouths shut and minding their own business.

Camilla, on the other hand, had started to be a bother. She was only still employed because she never asked questions, barely interacted with coworkers, and was, ultimately, stupid. But her daydreaming attitude was turning into a nuisance. It was getting out of hand, and if she didn't do something about it, she'd land herself in hot water with her client.

Inside the little room, Camilla breathed heavily as she shut the door behind her. She murmured to herself, "Stupid old woman," and went back to work. She didn't want to further irritate the elderly lady.

She cleaned the place swiftly and organized everything according to the client's preferences. She finished and stood at the entrance observing the place and imagining the ladies who were lucky enough to grace Ryan Cage's nakedness, If only she could switch places with them.

She snapped out of it and walked out of the room immediately. The last thing she wanted was to be caught daydreaming by her boss for the second time in less than an hour.

When she was done, she gave over the keys and dashed to the reception area in the waiting room, just like she always did when Ryan Cage had an appointment with his naughty room.

She'd sit there and pretend to be busy or cleaning while watching him walk into the elevator and head to his room. That was the only time she ever got to see him up close.

After some hours, Ryan Cage walked into the hotel, dressed in one of his trademark costly black suits. With his hair neatly gelled to the back, he always wore black, which added to the danger. Camilla's face brightened up as she realized the man was the epitome of a perfect specimen.

But her face dropped with displeasure as he had three girls following behind him at a distance like obedient skinny little puppies on a diet. They appeared to be some cheap whores, way below his taste she noted from their slut fishnets and costume-like dresses. She was perplexed as to why he had changed from the highly expensive casino sluts? The ones he was with looked like he had borrowed them from a circus. She wondered what had changed!

She kept an eye on him as he checked in, and she observed that the girls always trailed behind him. Unlike most rich guys, he never touched them or allowed them to be all over him. They always neatly followed from behind, obediently. When he came to a halt, they halted and followed when he walked. It was a ruse, but the man had to have a purpose for it.

She stood there, envious, as they walked into the elevator. That was life; she could only be envious, even if she wouldn't do prostitution for a living, but she wouldn't mind spending a night with him.

She glanced at her watch; it was time for her to leave, to return to her one-room apartment and her terrible existence. She felt an angry wave run down her spine; unlike most people, she despised knocking off and going home. She would rather spend the entire day pretending to be affluent in a rich person's room rather than returning to a pest-infested room and eating noodles. However, that was her life, and she had no choice.

On the 12th floor, the elevator stopped and Ryan Cage strode out, followed by the exotic dancers he had just purchased as a surprise for the night's entertainment.

When they walked, he always made sure they were at least a meter or two away from him. He commanded it and failing to follow the simple instructions resulted in dismissal and missing out on a fat cheque.

He entered his hotel room and closed the door, instructing the girls to take a seat on the bed. He locked the door and asked the girls to be comfortable.

"I hope you will put on a show that will quench my thirst," he remarked.

The girls exchanged friendly smiles.

The girls were very excited and overjoyed when he came up to their bar and single-handedly selected them for the night. They could always count on making a lot of money when it came to Ryan Cage. He grinned and opened his briefcase, which was stuffed with legal and illegal sex pills.

"Girls, line up," he ordered in his deep cocky voice. He handed each a pill to ingest. They had no idea what they were taking, but they trusted Ryan because it was not their first invitation. He was known as the "watcher" because he enjoyed dosing girls with sex drugs and watched as they did unmentionable things to each other.

He would occasionally join in if he enjoyed the performance, but he would merely observe if he didn't.

However, it was always a win-win situation for the ladies because he always paid well regardless of their performance.

As the pills began to take effect, Ryan stood in the corner of the room with a glass of wine watching. The majority of the girls were already naked and teasing each other. He gave them another dose, and they went crazy, wanting a piece of him, but he pulled away and ordered them to play alone.

They were all over one another in a matter of seconds, completely oblivious to their surroundings. Ryan rolled his eyes and sat a large cheque on the table before walking to his closet and pressing a button that opened the entrance to his secret room.

He walked in and shut the door behind him, then pressed the button inside to return the closest to its original position.

While surveying the room, he untied his tie. He wanted to double-check that everything was in order and that his instructions were followed. He sat on the bed, removing his jacket and shirt after being satisfied.

He chuckled as he unbuckled his belt and turned on the plasma screen. A live video of the girls playing and moaning in the other room popped up on the screen.

As he poured two glasses of Scotch, he added, "Idris, I can smell you, please don't make me come in and drag your hot ass out of that room."

The other small closet that was in the room moved, revealing a door that connected to the next room, room 120. An extremely attractive young man walked in and joined him.

Ryan smiled as he said, "Hello, love."