03

Ethan's POV 

★ BLACKWOOD HOTEL AND SUITES ★

The room is loud with her m0ans — irritating, desperate m0ans as she crawls on her knees in front of me. 

Her round ass is up in the air, shaking from how hard I’m taking her. 

Her arms tremble below me as her fingers dig into the bed sheets.

Mascara stained tears are running down her face as I yank her long hair back, my hips snapping forward again. 

Harder. 

Deeper. 

Each thrust rougher than the last.

I can feel her body begining to slow down.

She couldn't keep up with my pace but her cries only push me to go faster. 

I love it.

I love when they scream my name.

I love when they cry.

I love when they break below me.

My breathing gets heavier. 

“Aah… f*ck…” I growl under my breath as I pull out and release all over her face.

She eagerly licks her fingers, swallowing every single drop.

“That was so good,” the blonde says, touching her breasts like she’s auditioning for something.

I wipe my hand on the towel and give her a blank stare.

“Get out.”

“What? Didn’t you enjoy—”

I glare at her once, and that’s enough.

Her face drains, and she scramble off the bed, grabbing her clothes and running out like someone who's house is on fire.

She knows the rule.

Everyone does.

I don’t do dirty talk.

I don’t sleep with the same girl twice.

And once I'm done fucking you?

Get out.

I head straight to the bathroom. 

Hot water pounds against my skin…against the right places.

I shut my eyes enjoying the steam rising from my body when—

Knock. Knock. Knock.

I shut my eyes and while breathing through my gritted teeth.

Just the perfect time for whoever was at the door.

“Who’s there?” I snap, water dripping down my face.

“R–room service, sir…” a shaky voice replies.

Bullsh*t.

I wrap a towel around my waist and open the door, only to find two of my father’s guards standing there.

My stomach twist and my confusion turns into irritation immediately.

“What’s the issue?” I ask, my cold voice probably make the man shiver.

“Sir Blackwood ordered us to remove you from this property as quickly as possible,” one guard says.

I blink.

What the..? 

I can't control the deeo laughter that rise from my throat.

Dad sent me to send me out from the family hotel?

“Pardon?”

“You heard him, sir,” the second guard says. “It will be better if you leave peacefully, or we’ll be forced to act differently.”

My jaw tightens.

 “Do you idiots know who you’re talking to? I am fucking Ethan Blackwood. How dare you talk to me like this?”

The guards blink but they don’t back down.

“We’re under direct orders,” one repeats. “We must obey.”

The anger boiling in my stomach nearly chokes me.

I walk back into the room, put on my clothes fast, grab my phone… and then I see my email notifications.

So many.

All from my father’s office.

Ethan, we need to discuss your recent expenditures.

Ethan, the board is concerned about your behavior.

Ethan, your accounts have been temporarily frozen…

You are banned from all Blackwood properties until further notice.

My grip tightens around the phone.

What the actual f*ck?

I storm out of the room while shoving the guards out of my way.

I head straight to the parking lot. 

My car engine roars to life and we jump to the road. 

My fingers tighten around the wheel, overtaking any slow motherfuckers.

I don’t care about traffic rules. 

I don’t care about the lights I beat. 

I don’t care who honks. 

The rage sitting in my chest through out the ride the company won't let me give a damn.

I left the car at the gate while I storm toward Blackwood enterprises— aka my father's Palace.

I walk in through the glass doors, and everything stops.

Whispers.

Stares.

People quickly stepping out of my path. It was as if a hellhound was passing through the company.

“Mr. Blackwood—” the receptionist starts, smacking her tongue on her lips like she always does when she sees me.

“Not now,” I snap and head for the elevator.

The ride to the top floor feels slow as hell. 

My fingers keep tapping against the wall and jaw clenched so hard that it hurts. 

When the elevator finally opens, I step out and spot Margaret — my father’s assistant typing at her desk like she doesn’t hear the storm walking in.

“Where is he?” I ask, my voice echoing in the quiet hallway.

She looks up, startled. “Sir Blackwood is in a meeting—”

“Not when I'm here” I’m already walking away.

“Ethan, wait—!”

Too late.

I push the doors open hard enough that they slam against the walls.

Three heads turn.

My father’s calm eyes meet mine.

Two board members shift awkwardly— obviously shaken by the slam.

“Ethan,” Charles(My father) says, leaning back in his chair like he was getting ready to enjoy a show, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“You banned me from every Blackwood property?” I snap. “What the hell is this, Dad?”

Charles raises a brow. “I see you are now checking your emails. That's very good at least , you'd save me from troubles of explaining.*

“This isn’t funny.” My palms hit his desk with a loud smack. “You can’t just cut me off like that.”

“I can,” he says calmly. “And I did.”

My chest burns with rage.

“You’ve been bleeding money like water,” he continues. “Lavish parties, ridiculous purchases and the embarrassing noises you and your ‘guests’ keep making at the hotel. The board has had enough.”

My fists curl.

“So cutting me off is your big solution?”

“It’s a start,” he says.

I scoff, laughing bitterly. “You really think you can control me with money?”

“This isn’t about control,” he snaps back. “It’s about teaching you responsibility.”

I open my mouth, but one of the board members coughs like a scared rat.

“Perhaps we should continue this later,” he says.

Charles nods. “Gentlemen, we’re done.”

They leave fast.

Now it’s just the two of us.

“You’ve crossed the line, Dad,” I say, my voice really low.

“You left me no choice, Ethan. Your behavior is a disgrace.. to this family, to the company, and to yourself. If you want your accounts and freedom back, you’ll have to earn it and you know what to do.”

A cold laugh slips out of me.

“Oh so you can say this. We both know this is not my fault,” I say. “You left me alone with nannies instead of being a father. Do you know how neglected I felt? Mom trusted you, her last words assured me you'd always be there.”

My voice cracks.

I hate remembering those memories.

The thought of my mother make my heart clench in a way it never does.

She would have done better if she were here.

“But you failed…You had one job but you f*cking failed, Charles. You made me who I am.”

His eyes widen slightly, I didn't mean to call him by his name but I couldn't take it.

He really made me into who I am.

Scared of doing something I will regret, I turn, storm out, and slam the door behind me so hard the walls tremble.