Prologue

I sighed heavily as I sipped my glass of wine. While everyone else was having fun, I was bored—from the church ceremony all the way to my brother's wedding reception. Everyone was dancing and enjoying the live band, but all I wanted was to go home. Or better yet, I wanted a man to pleasure me tonight. Not just any man, but a mature man—someone experienced in bed.

It’s only been a few weeks since I graduated from college. I’m finally free from all those sleepless nights studying and trying to fit in. Now, I don’t even know what to do with my life. That’s why I decided to go on a road trip first—to enjoy my freedom. I’ll figure out the rest later. I may be young, but I’ve already made a decent amount of money through my social media vlogs. People seem to enjoy my content, probably because of my looks and personality.

Honestly, I was so bored I thought about sneaking out without anyone noticing. Everyone’s attention was on the newlyweds, especially my parents, so it wasn’t a big deal.

I left the reception and returned to the hotel. While I was waiting for the elevator, I turned around and noticed a man standing next to me. I smiled when I realized it was one of my father’s business partners. He was incredibly handsome, even in his mid-40s. A total hunk, even post-divorce. He was exactly my type—I’ve always had a thing for older men. Guys my age never kept my interest, which is probably why all my past relationships ended so sloppily. I gave him a sultry smile, and he smiled back.

When the elevator doors opened, we stepped inside together. It was quiet at first. Then, he moved closer, and our arms touched. I looked at him—and he was looking at me too, with a sexy little smile.

I bit my lip and greeted him.

“Getting bored, Ayana?” he asked.

I nodded. “Me too. I never liked these kinds of events. I had my share of them when I was married,” he added.

“I don’t really care for it either. It’s my brother’s moment, not mine. How about we have a drink in your room? I bet it’ll be more fun.”

He chuckled, and when we reached his floor, he invited me in. He opened the door with his keycard and let me enter first. The room smelled like him—clean, masculine. He called for wine and some dessert.

While we waited, I slipped off the heels I’d been wearing since morning and sat on the edge of his bed.

“Congratulations on graduating cum laude,” he said with a smile.

I smiled back. “Thanks. I just did what I had to do to make my parents proud. They better get me that car I asked for.”

“I’m sure they will. Your dad’s always proud of you. So, what’s next? Planning to join his company?”

I laughed and walked out to the balcony. He followed, and we both admired the full moon.

“Nope! Office life isn’t for me. I have no plans to join his company. I don’t want to be tied down. I want new adventures. And I’ve already saved a lot from my vlogs.”

“That’s impressive. I admire how independent you are. My kids, on the other hand... they’re a lost cause,” he said with a sigh.

I looked at him and gently held his hand. “Sounds like you spoiled them too much. You’ve been through a lot—divorce, parenting struggles. Let me help you forget all that. Even just for one night.”

He stared at me in disbelief. I caressed his cheek and leaned in—but just before our lips could touch, room service arrived.

He quickly went to the door, grabbed the tray, and set it on the table. I went back to the bed and sat down again.

As he poured the wine, I slowly slid the bridesmaid dress off my shoulders, leaving only my lingerie. He froze, eyes locked on me, and swallowed hard. I smiled and took a glass of wine from him, dipping a strawberry in chocolate and taking a bite before sipping.

“You look hot,” he said, licking his lips. “Are we just drinking tonight, or…?”

“Do you want to do something to me?” I asked with a playful tone.

He leaned in. “I want to do a lot of things I probably shouldn’t. I’m your dad’s business partner.”

“So what? It’s just one night. No one has to know.”

I leaned in, our lips nearly touching. “So… do it.”

He hesitated, then kissed me. I pulled him in closer and responded eagerly. He pushed me down on the bed, grabbing me between the legs. I moaned, unbuttoning his shirt and tugging off his clothes. He unclasped my bra, then buried his face between my cheeks. I gasped and pulled his hair as he explored me.

My body trembled with excitement—this man was everything I wanted. Who knew my brother’s wedding night would turn into this?

“Mmmm, yes…” I moaned as he kissed his way lower.

He bit my high-cut panties and pulled them down with his teeth, revealing my glistening pussy. His eyes gleamed as he took in the sight of my body.

He stripped off the rest of his clothes, and his hard, thick cock sprang free. For his age, his physique was still impressive.

He opened my legs and began licking me. I moaned, fisting the pillow as his skilled tongue worked magic on me. I came hard, my body shuddering. “F*ck me,” I whispered.

He chuckled, giving my pussy a playful spank. From the pocket of his slacks, he pulled out a condom. I laughed as he tore it open and rolled it on. He placed a pillow under my hips, aimed his cock, and slid it in slowly.

“Uhhhh… so tight,” he groaned as he began to thrust.

My walls clenched around him, already slick and eager. He bent my knees and picked up the pace. I moaned uncontrollably, lost in the sensation.

“Feels so good inside you, baby. Uhn… uhn… uhn!”

“Yes! Ahhh! More! More! Don’t stop!” I cried out as he pounded into me.

He grabbed my waist and drilled harder, making me drool from how perfectly he hit my spot. He fondled and tasted my breasts while his hips slammed into me.

“Ahhh! I’m coming! I’m coming!” I screamed, arching my back as I gushed around him.

He groaned and pulled out quickly, releasing into the condom. We kissed, breathless, our bodies slick with sweat.

He removed the condom and tossed it in the trash. Then he dipped between my thighs again, licking until I came once more.

He f*cked me all night. And in the early morning, I quietly left while he was still asleep.

I made it back to my room just in time—my phone rang, and it was my mom inviting me to breakfast.