Mafia Desire (Erotica)

“Thank you! Thank you! Tha-”

“Kimberly! Enough! You’re very welcome! I don’t need to hear you say it anymore. I’m just glad the upgrade didn’t go to waste,” Kyle said firmly but with a smile and the woman grinned back, nodding.

The remaining members of their group arrived and Vivian got their attention.

“Just leave your bikes with us but take your helmets with you. Your bags have been taken to your rooms. Check in with registration to get your keys. Dinner tonight is in the chateau’s dining room and is covered except for alcohol. Additionally, the bar afterwards, should you choose to visit it, is not covered,” she explained. “We’ll meet you back here tomorrow morning at 9AM. Have a lovely night!”

They made their way inside to the reception area, admiring the décor of the huge building on the way.

Kyle somehow ended up being the first in line. He smiled at the young woman behind the desk. “Hi, Kyle MacDenny.”

“Ah! Monsieur MacDenny! We have the Princess Suite for you,” the woman said in a charming French accent he could have listened to all night. Then what she said about his upgraded room sank in and it all came back to him. She glanced at the screen with a curious frown then looked back to see his pained expression. “Will Mrs. MacDenny be joining you? I do not see that her bag was taken to the room.”

He shook his head. “There is no Mrs. MacDenny. The woman I was supposed to be traveling with… made other plans. I don’t need a suite. A smaller room would be fine.”

“I’m sorry. We have no other rooms available,” she said with a sympathetic expression.

He turned to see Carl and Larissa watching him. “Would you guys like to switch rooms with me, no extra charge?”

“What’s wrong with your room?” Carl asked.

“Nothing. The Princess Suite is just bigger than I need,” he sighed.

“Yes! We’ll take it!” Larissa yelped happily, clapping her hands. Carl snorted in amusement.

Kyle smiled and turned back to the woman at the counter. They made the switch and the staff were sent to move the bags.

Once Kyle was squared away in his very nice smaller room he cleaned up and put on some nice clothes for dinner. He had time so he wandered the grounds, soaking in the ambiance. There was a small lake with swans floating back and forth. He spotted Helen and Skye going for a walk. They spotted him and Skye changed their course to join up with him.

“Hi! I heard you gave up the Princess Suite to the Burkettes.” Helen said with a twinkle in her eye.

“Yeah, I thought the whole Princess thing would ruin my image as a lone wolf renegade,” he said with a small grin.

Helen giggled and even Skye cracked a grin.

“Did you get a special room at each of the chateaus?” the daughter asked.

“No, not all of them offered upgrades. I called each of the chateaus on the itinerary to see what was available and booked what I could,” he said with a shrug.

“Will you be surprising others with free upgrades in the future?” Skye asked.

“Skye! You’re such a cheeky girl!” Helen scolded her daughter who was showing no remorse.

Kyle grinned at the mother. “Yes, she is. But she may also be right. We’ll just have to see how it goes. You never know, some days I may feel like a princess.”

That caught Helen off guard causing her to snort. She burst into an almost hysterical giggle at the sound he’d surprised from her. He watched her with a big grin and she swatted his arm gently as her face warmed with a blush.

“Would you like to join us for dinner tonight?” Skye asked.

Realizing he wasn’t looking forward to being by himself he nodded gratefully and Helen smiled happily at him.

They made their way inside and saw some of the others were already seated at their tables. Helen informed the hostess that Kyle would be joining them and she had a place setting added to their table.

The food was excellent and Kyle splurged and ordered a bottle of wine with dinner.

Helen proved to be a bit of a lightweight when it came to alcohol and became increasingly giggly. Kyle was feeling just the hint of a pleasant buzz but Skye showed no effects at all.

When dinner was over they made their way into the bar to get another drink. They were joined by the rest of their group. The bartender smiled as he saw the customers entering.

Kyle, Helen, and Skye took seats at the bar and placed their orders.

The Burkettes stopped beside Helen. “Kyle, thank you for switching rooms with us! The Princess Suite is gorgeous!” Larissa gushed.

“Your welcome. That’s great!” he replied with a smile.

“It’s huge! Is your room nice?” Carl asked.

“Yes, it’s perfect for me. Not too big,” he nodded.

“Apparently, he has a few other special rooms booked so we’ll just have to stay on his good side to have a chance to get the next upgrade!” Skye said, teasingly, bouncing her eyebrows at the ladies.

Larissa and Helen burst into giggles as Kyle shook his head with a grin.

They ordered drinks and talked a little about their jobs back home.

Albert walked in with Fiona on his arm and Kyle thought they looked like the picture perfect example of a rich husband and his trophy wife. The man couldn’t have looked more pleased with himself and Fiona was dazzling in that airbrushed, artificial perfection, her hair gleaming under the lights. Her blouse struggled to contain her tits and exposed quite a bit of cleavage, gold chains disappearing between the large orbs.

David and Kimberly walked in directly behind the Hollings, the petite redhead giving Kyle a big smile and a wave which he returned.

“What are we drinking?” David asked.

Helen and Skye gestured to their wine glasses.

Kyle lifted his tumbler. “Scotch.”

The big man’s eyes lit up. “I knew there was something I liked about you!” He gestured to the bartender to set him up with a scotch as well.

Kimberly frowned at her husband disappointedly.

Alfred ordered himself a scotch while Fiona asked for a Black Russian. Kimberly just ordered a club soda as she said she didn’t drink.

Carl and Larissa decided to stick with cola as they’d had wine with dinner too and were concerned about the difficulty of the next day’s ride. Apparently there would be some moderate climbing.

“I thought you two were from Boulder, Colorado. I’d have thought you were used to hilly rides?” Alfred asked.

Carl answered for them. “We stay out of the mountains for the most part. We walk the higher grades.”

“Just ride at your own pace,” Kyle said with a smile. He was feeling very relaxed.

“Since you’re riding one of the faster bikes, are you going to join us elite racers out front tomorrow?” Alfred asked Kyle. There was definitely a challenge in his voice and Kyle just smiled at the man.

“We’ll have to see how the spirit takes me. I intend to ride hard on a couple of days at least, just to see what the bike can do. Maybe it will be tomorrow, maybe not.”

“Why did you get the better bike if you aren’t going to use it to its full potential?” Alfred pushed with a grin.

“He got the upgrades because his ex-fiancé demanded them to punish him before she dumped him,” Fiona told her husband keeping her eyes on Kyle.

Alfred had obviously missed the story when he’d raced ahead. “Ex-fiancé? Is that who you were bringing with you on this trip?”

Kyle nodded as his mood began to sour. He gestured to the bartender for another. The rest moved to tables leaving Kyle, Helen, and Skye at the bar.

Helen saw his frown and put her arm around his back to give him a friendly hug. “Cheer up! It’s her loss, I’d say!”

Kyle smiled at the woman who was leaning against him in a rather familiar way. Definitely a lightweight. “Thanks Helen. That’s sweet of you to say.”

The woman grinned and squeezed him again before turning back to her drink.

Kyle looked over at Skye who was giving him the oddest smile.

A short time later Alfred returned to the bar for refills. “What’s this I hear about free room upgrades?” the man exclaimed at Kyle’s elbow.

Helen spun around to address the man. “This fine young gentleman purchased a few upgraded rooms on our trip. He generously offered the first one to the Burkettes.”

Skye leaned forward to join in. “If he feels so inclined, he might offer the next one to you and your missus.”

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