Chapter 4: The Wrong Room

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT

Evelyn checked her phone again. Nathan was over an hour late. If she hadn't been here to gather evidence, she would have left long ago. Her patience was wearing thin, but she needed this confession.

She stared at the untouched glass of wine, her nerves getting the better of her. Maybe just a small sip to calm down, she thought. After everything that had happened today, she deserved at least that.

She lifted the glass and took a careful sip. The wine was sweeter than she expected, with an odd aftertaste that lingered on her tongue.

Within minutes, something felt wrong. Her body started feeling warm, then hot. Her throat became dry, and she found herself drinking more of the wine, thinking it would help. It only made things worse.

The room began to spin slightly. Her limbs felt heavy, and keeping her head up became difficult. Panic started to set in as she realized what was happening.

The same server appeared beside her table, his smile too practiced, and fake.

"Miss, are you feeling alright? You look a bit pale. Perhaps you should lie down?"

Through her growing haze, Evelyn saw the truth in his eyes. This had been planned. The wine was drugged.

She tried to speak, to call for help, but her voice came out as barely a whisper. When she attempted to stand, her legs buckled beneath her.

"Easy now," the server said, catching her arm. "You've had a bit too much to drink. Let me help you to a room where you can rest."

To anyone watching, it looked like a concerned employee helping an intoxicated guest. No one questioned it.

He half-carried her down a hallway, using a keycard to open a door. The room was dark, and before she could protest, he pushed her inside. The door clicked shut behind her, and she heard the lock engage.

She was trapped.

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Roman Sinclair had just returned from an exhausting business dinner where he'd consumed more wine than he'd intended. His international clients had insisted on celebrating their new partnership well into the night.

Back in his hotel suite, he decided a cold shower would help clear his head before the early morning meetings tomorrow.

He was in the bathroom when he heard what sounded like the main door slamming shut. He paused, listening carefully. The hotel staff knew not to disturb him, and he wasn't expecting anyone.

Concerned, he turned off the water and wrapped a towel around his waist before stepping into the main room.

The suite was dark, but he could distinctively make out a figure on his bed. A woman, writhing restlessly, pulling at her clothes and making soft, distressed sounds.

Roman's jaw clenched. He'd dealt with this before, business associates sometimes sent "gifts" to important clients. It was a practice he found disgusting.

"Who are you?" he demanded coldly. "Who sent you here?"

The woman didn't respond coherently. She continued moving on the bed, her soft whimpers growing more desperate. Even in the dim light, he could see she was beautiful, and despite his anger, his body reacted involuntarily.

"Get up and leave," he said harshly. "Now. Or I'll have security remove you."

But she seemed beyond hearing him. She began removing the rest of her clothes, whispering brokenly, "So hot... please help me..."

Her voice was hoarse and desperate. Roman stepped closer to get a better look, intending to forcibly remove her from his room.

When he saw her face clearly, his eyes widened in surprise.

He moved toward her, intending to wrap her in a sheet and call for medical help, but when his hand touched her skin, she was burning up. The way she was acting, these symptoms, he had experienced this before in the corporate world's darker dealings.

She'd been drugged with something powerful.

The moment she felt his cool touch, Evelyn clung to him desperately. "Please," she begged, her hands frantically moving over his chest and arms. "You're so cold... I need... please touch me..."

Roman found himself in an impossible situation. He could try cold water, or call a doctor, but looking at her condition, he wasn't sure anything would help in time. The drug seemed to be affecting her severely.

But as he held this small, trembling woman against his chest, the woman he'd wanted in secret for so long, his resolve began to crumble. Her skin was like fire, her hands roamed his bare chest desperately, seeking relief from the burning inside her.

Her glassy eyes looked up at him with such desperate need, letting out those soft, needy whimpers that sounded exactly like a kitten begging to be touched. He gazed at her bare shoulders, her collarbones, and the curve of her breasts that rose and fell too fast.

His towel was already tight. One look at her flushed cheeks, and the way she kept rubbing her thighs together.

Every good thought in his head shattered.

"Damn it all," he muttered roughly.

He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her deeply.

His mouth captured hers hungrily, his tongue exploring every corner. Evelyn responded instantly, kissing him back with desperate inexperience, her small moans vibrating against his lips.

She tasted sweet and innocent, and her clumsy but eager responses only inflamed him more. The way she pulled at his tongue, sucked on his lips, trying to draw him deeper, it was intoxicating.

Roman's control shattered completely. In one swift motion, he removed the remaining of her clothes, his towel falling to the floor. He pressed her back onto the bed, his body covering hers.

Their mouths found each other again, and he kissed her like a man drowning. Evelyn's legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, pulling him closer, though the drug had left her barely aware of her actions.

His hand slid between her thighs, finding her already prepared by the drug's effects. He positioned himself carefully, knowing what he was about to do, but he didn’t want to stop.

When he entered her, Evelyn cried out sharply.

The pain was immediate and intense. She was clearly inexperienced, her body struggling to accommodate him. Tears streamed down her face as she tensed beneath him.

Roman stilled, his own control hanging by a thread. But the heat of her body, the way she felt around him, and her broken little sounds of pain and need pushed him past all rational thought.

"I'm sorry," he whispered roughly against her ear. "I'll make it better."

He began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing intensity. Each movement drew gasps and cries from Evelyn, her pain mixing with the drug-induced need until she couldn't distinguish between them.

Roman buried his face in her neck, groaning with each movement. She felt perfect, like she was made for him, and he couldn't bring himself to stop.

Gradually, Evelyn's cries of pain transformed into something else. Her body began responding, moving with his rhythm even as tears continued to fall. Her nails dug into his shoulders as waves of unfamiliar sensation washed over her.

He kissed away her tears, whispering her name like a prayer as he continued to claim her completely.

In the back of his mind, Roman knew this would complicate everything. But holding Evelyn in his arms, The girl he’d never dared touch, the woman he'd always wanted, finally in his arms, he couldn't bring himself to care about the consequences.

He kissed her again, swallowing her cries, as he continued moving fast inside her.