6. The Presidential Suite

Kayla had never slept around. She was too young when her career in show business began. At age thirteen, a talent scout discovered her, and she started modeling, posing for advertisements and magazines. Before her breakthrough, she went to countless auditions, taking on extras roles in various TV shows–parts that were often insignificant and forgettable characters.

She was already working incredibly hard, even as a young girl, but she loved it. She stayed focused on her career, determined not to be distracted by worldly temptations such as sex. This is why, when she and Derek got together, everything they shared was a first for her.

The first night they were intimate, she felt as though she was simply forced into the act. She wasn’t ready, but she was too shy to refuse or stop Derek. She was already deeply in love with him, and he had suggested that sleeping together would help improve their on-screen chemistry. So she complied.

Contrary to what she imagined, her first time wasn't good. It was uncomfortable, and she never truly understood if she liked it. It was a contrast to the thrilling descriptions in the romance novels she has read or movies she has watched. It didn't feel exciting or pleasurable as she had imagined.

This made Corvin’s proposal incredibly enticing, almost impossible to decline. Even though she was unsure, a part of her was excited by the thought of experiencing something real.

But is it okay to do it?

“Are you sure?” Corvin asked, his voice low.

They were staring into each other’s eyes, both seemingly trying to read the other’s thoughts.

“Yeah,” she replied. Well, what the hell, she thought. He’d made the offer, and he was simply too hot to be turned down.

As he promised, it was only for one night. The opportunity to feel what a true orgasm was like had presented itself, so why say no?

After this night, she could just forget about him and everything that was about to happen.

There’s no harm in it, is there?

“Your room or mine?” She questioned, and Corvin’s lips curved into a slow smirk.

She felt a sudden rush of recklessness, like a different person. Just for tonight, she decided, I want to be a different person.

“I’m in the Presidential Suite. Do you want to come?” Corvin countered, much to Kayla’s delight. Of course, she preferred the Presidential Suite! Her own room was nice, but a Presidential Suite was the very definition of luxury.

“Your room, then,” she agreed.

Corvin stood first and offered his hand to guide her. She looked at his outstretched hand and felt a strange, giddy feeling bubble up inside her.

Just a moment ago, she had been crying; now, she was filled with excitement.

She’d always been the good girl, the dutiful daughter, the people-pleasing actress. It was a shame others couldn't see it. Her critics had painted her as having a bad attitude, while Derek was often portrayed as the charming prince with the perfect personality. Sometimes, she couldn't believe how out of touch and unfair some people were.

When she took his hand, Corvin glanced down. She followed his gaze and realized he was looking at her bare feet.

“I... I broke my sandals,” she explained, gesturing to her exposed feet on the ground. She suddenly noticed how cold the floor felt, a sensation she hadn’t registered earlier. She must have been too preoccupied with her aching heart and admiring the man in front of her.

“Yeah, I have a solution for that,” he answered. The next thing she knew, her feet were no longer touching the ground. He had effortlessly lifted her and was now carrying her bridal style.

Her heart fluttered at the classic, gentlemanly gesture. Corvin truly was one of the most considerate men she’d ever met.

She swallowed the lump in her throat and softly murmured, “Thanks.”

As Corvin started walking toward the door, Kayla thought about how quickly things had escalated. One moment, he was stealing subtle glances, and the next, he was carrying her to his suite to fuck her.

Was this what he had been planning all along?

But she quickly shrugged the thought off. It didn’t matter. It was just for tonight.

They went down just one floor, Corvin still carrying her with ease. Oddly, there's no one in the hallway, making Kayla suspect Corvin had arranged for the floor to be cleared.

They stopped in front of a grand, fancy door, pausing there for a few silent seconds.

“Can you reach for my key card inside my tux?” Corvin asked, his gaze fixed on hers.

“Why don’t you just put me down?” she countered, a playful note in her voice.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Corvin whispered, the deep vibration of his voice sending chills down her spine.

Is the teasing starting already?

Kayla reached inside his pocket for the key card, swallowing hard as her palm made contact with his hard chest. She could imagine the lean, muscular body beneath the tailored coat, bringing thoughts that were both dirty and unholy. She felt herself blush, trying to hide it as she retrieved the key card and unlocked the door.

They stepped into the penthouse. Right away, everything looked bright and golden. Soft lights reflected on shiny gold decorations, making the whole room feel warm and rich. Large windows showed the city outside, sparkling like tiny lights in the night.

The floor was smooth marble with gold lines, and a beautiful chandelier hung from the ceiling like drops of gold. Everything was white and gold, which screams elegance. Gold-framed paintings and mirrors caught her eye, and a vase filled with white flowers sat on a golden table.

She was in awe. She had never been in a suite this huge and grand. While her own hotel rooms were lovely, they didn't compare to this level of luxury.

Corvin gently set her down, and she stood still for a moment, simply amazed, feeling as though she had walked into a world crafted entirely of light and privilege.

“Feel free to use those slippers,” Corvin said, stepping slightly ahead of her. She looked where he pointed and saw the sophisticated house slippers, which looked fluffy, comfortable, and, naturally, were a soft shade of gold. She slipped a pair on, noticing they were large for her.

She followed Corvin into the room. “Welcome to my suite,” he said, his voice deep and inviting.

She took a deep breath and looked around one last time. The huge glass windows drew her in, and she walked toward them to look down at the city lights.

“This view is amazing,” she commented, gazing down at the city lights that sparkled like diamonds.

She heard Corvin walk up behind her, expecting him to join her side to admire the view. Instead, she felt his presence immediately behind her, surely towering over her.

“Yeah,” he agreed, his voice a deep vibration close to her ear. “There are so many things you can do through this glass,” he added, the double meaning hanging in the air.

She wasn’t sure what he meant, and a scowl formed in her face. She was about to turn and face him, but then she felt his hands settle on hers, guiding both of her palms to rest flat against the cool glass of the window. His touch was firm yet warm on her skin as he positioned her hands.

The implication of his words and the sight before her slowly processed in her head.

“Oh,” she muttered, her breath nearly catching. “Yeah.”

And that gesture alone suddenly promises a long night ahead.