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WRONG ROOM Chapter Thirty-four
Raymond Stewart rarely had breakfast outside his own schedule. His mornings were usually simple and predictable. Coffee. Business reports. A quick review of the day's meetings before heading to Stewart Crown Tower. Yet this morning found him seated at the large dining table inside the Abraham family mansion. The Abrahams had been part of his life for years, long before Stewart Crown Resorts became one of the most powerful hospitality empires in Dameland, the Abraham family had already been among the country's elite. Their friendship had survived business rivalries, changing markets, and personal tragedies. Which was why Raymond could never refuse an invitation from them. To him, they are family. The dining room was bright and elegant, filled with the warmth that only close family could create. Tristan Abraham sat beside Raymond. And across from them sat Isolde Abraham and her fiancé, Benjamin Tailor. At the head of the table sat Mr. and Mrs. Abraham. Laughter drifted through th
WRONG ROOM Chapter Thirty-Three
Elizabeth Oxford had always believed she was stronger than she looked. Life had taught her that strength was not always about fighting. Sometimes it was about enduring. Enduring disappointment, enduring loneliness, and enduring the endless struggle of raising a child alone while pretending everything was fine. For months now, she had been enduring something else. She has been enduring headaches. At first, they had been manageable. A dull ache behind her eyes that came and went. She dismissed them as stress. Long working hours. Lack of sleep, and age. Then came the dizziness, the nausea, then the blackouts. They came in circles, very small at first. A few seconds here and there like nothing serious. Like nothing worth worrying Marilyn about. At least that was what she kept telling herself. So she continued working and smiling, and pretending. Every time she spoke with Marilyn. Elizabeth made sure her voice sounded cheerful. She once asked her daughter to come visit. She had p
WRONG ROOM Chapter Thirty-Two
Marilyn cried out, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as pleasure crashed through her. Raymond’s mouth drove her insane. Her grip on his head tightened as she pushed him closer, needing more. She couldn’t even tell which was driving her crazy — his thick, long fingers thrusting deep inside her or his expert tongue flicking relentlessly against her swollen clit. Every stroke, every lick sent sparks of electricity racing through her body. Her hips bucked wildly against his face. She was so close, so dangerously close. Raymond growled against her, the vibration pushing her over the edge. Her orgasm hit her like a wave. She squirted all over his face, moaning his name loudly as her body convulsed with pleasure. “Raymond… oh God, Raymond!” He didn’t stop. He pushed his fingers deeper, curling them perfectly against that sensitive spot while his tongue continued its assault. Marilyn’s voice rose higher. “Fuck, Ray—” She woke up with a gasp. Marilyn sat up abruptly in her bed
WRONG ROOM Chapter Thirty-One
Marilyn’s breath caught in her throat. Raymond’s words hung between them like a challenge. “Tell me to stop,” he had whispered, his voice rough with barely contained restraint. “And I will.” She didn’t say a word. The silence was her answer. Raymond’s eyes darkened with satisfaction. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as one hand slid slowly up her thigh beneath her skirt. “Good girl,” he murmured, the praise low and filthy. “You’ve been thinking about that night too, haven’t you? The way I spread your legs on that hotel bed. The way you were so wet for me even though you were nervous.” Marilyn moaned softly, her head falling back as his fingers traced teasing circles on the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Heat flooded her core. She could feel herself growing slick, her body responding to him with embarrassing eagerness. “You were so tight,” Raymond continued, his voice a dark rumble against her ear. “So fucking tight around my cock. I had to go slow a
WRONG ROOM Chapter Thirty
The following morning, Marilyn resumed work at Stewart Crown Tower with quiet determination. She arrived early, settled at her desk, and immediately immersed herself in the reports and proposals that needed her attention. The office was still calm, the morning light filtering through the large windows, but her mind refused to settle. Every few minutes, her thoughts drifted back to the previous night. Raymond’s proposal. His calm, direct words. The way he looked at her across the table as if the decision was simple for him. Not love. Not marriage. Not even a girlfriend. Just an exclusive arrangement. A convenient arrangement. Marilyn bit down on her lip as she stared at her screen. Technically, her answer should have been no. It was the sensible and the safest choice. She had principles and pride, she had worked too hard to reduce herself to someone’s convenient pleasure. Yet the memory of that first night refused to leave her alone. The way he had touched her. The way he moved insid
WRONG ROOM Chapter Twenty-Nine
Marilyn spent nearly an hour standing in front of her wardrobe, pulling out one dress after another only to reject each one. It was either too formal, too casual, too obvious or too plain. With a frustrated sigh, she tossed another outfit onto her bed and stared at the growing pile of rejected clothes. What exactly was she dressing for? Dinner. That was all. At least, that was what she kept telling herself. Unfortunately, her heart refused to cooperate. Every time she thought about what had happened inside Raymond’s office earlier that afternoon, her pulse immediately sped up. She couldn't stop thinking about the kiss. Or the way he looked at her. Even the jealousy in his voice, and the honesty. Most of all, the fact that he hadn’t denied it. Raymond Stewart could have said anything. He could have hidden behind arrogance. He could have pretended, instead, he had admitted it. “I hate seeing you with someone else, Marilyn.” The memory alone was enough to make her stomach flutter
WRONG ROOM Chapter Twenty-Eight
Madison’s words kept repeating in Marilyn’s head like a warning. “The boss wants to see you.” Usually, she would have gone immediately. She would have gathered her tablet, straightened her shoulders, and walked into Raymond’s office without hesitation. Today was different. Today, she knew exactl
WRONG ROOM Chapter Twenty-Seven
The following day passed far more peacefully than Marilyn expected. For once, Raymond didn’t call her into his office every hour, nor did he find excuses to keep her close. He didn’t even send her on impossible errands, or stop by her desk. The strange conversation they had shared after leaving the
WRONG ROOM Chapter Twenty-Six
The journey from Abraham's estate was more quiet than the journey there. The morning sun spilled across the streets of Crystal City as Raymond’s black luxury sedan moved smoothly through traffic. Lawrence sat behind the wheel while Raymond occupied the rear seat beside Marilyn. Normally, the sile
WRONG ROOM Chapter Twenty-Five
The next morning, Marilyn was already awake long before her alarm rang. In truth, she had barely slept at all. Every time she closed her eyes, her mind drifted back to the short text Raymond had sent the night before. Tomorrow. 7:00 AM. Be ready. You're coming with me. That was all he
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