6. The Presidential Suite

KAYLA

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

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

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

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

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

But is it okay to do it?

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

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

“Yeah,” I replied with finality. Well, what the hell. He’d made the offer, and he's simply too hot to be turned down.

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

After this night, I could just forget about him and everything that's about to happen.

There’s no harm in it, is there?

“Your room or mine?” I questioned, which made him smirk.

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

“I’m in the Presidential Suite. Do you want to come?” Corvin countered, much to my delight. Of course, I prefer the Presidential Suite! My own room sure is nice, but a Presidential Suite is the very definition of luxury.

“Your room, then,” I agreed.

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

Just a moment ago, I was crying, and now, I'm filled with excitement.

I've always been the good girl, the dutiful daughter, the people-pleasing actress. It was a shame others couldn't see it. My bashers had painted me as having a bad attitude, while Derek was often portrayed as the charming prince with the perfect personality. Sometimes, I can't believe how out of touch and unfair some people were.

When I took his hand, Corvin glanced down. I followed his gaze and realized he was looking at my bare feet.

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

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

My heart fluttered at the classic, gentlemanly gesture. Corvin truly is one of the most considerate men I've ever met.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and softly murmured, “Thanks.”

As Corvin started walking towards the door, I thought about how quickly things had escalated. One moment, he was stealing subtle glances, and the next, he's carrying me to his suite to... fuck me.

Was this what he had been planning all along?

But I quickly shrugged the thought off. It doesn't matter. It's just for tonight.

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

We then 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 me.

“Why don’t you just put me down?” I countered in a playful tone.

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

Is the teasing starting already?

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

We 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 my eye, and a vase filled with white flowers sat on a golden table.

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

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

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

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

I took a deep breath and looked around one last time. The huge glass windows drew me in, and I walked towards them to look down at the city lights.

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

I heard Corvin walk up behind me and I expected him to join my side to admire the view. Instead, I felt his presence immediately behind me, surely towering over me.

“Yeah,” he agreed, his voice a deep vibration close to my ear. “There are so many things you can do through this glass,” he added.

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

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

“Oh,” I muttered, my breath nearly catching. “Yeah.”

And that gesture alone suddenly promises a long night ahead.