All Chapters of WRONG ROOM : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Two years later. Marilyn Oxford woke up to soft sunlight filtering through the curtains of her small apartment. Today was her first official day at Stewart Global Resorts, the company she had dreamed of joining ever since her sophomore year in college. Her heart beat faster as she climbed out of bed. She moved through her morning routine quickly. After a quick shower, she dried her long red hair and pinned it up neatly. Then she slipped on her favorite blonde wig, adjusting it until it fell in soft waves around her shoulders. She loved the way the blonde looked. It made her feel polished and confident. Most people at work would never guess her natural hair color, and she preferred it that way. She chose a simple but professional outfit: a fitted white blouse, a knee-length navy pencil skirt, and low black heels. Nothing too flashy, but enough to show she belonged in a luxury hospitality company. She added light makeup, grabbed her bag, and headed out the door. The headquarters of

Marilyn walked back toward her department with heavy steps. The hallway felt longer than it had that morning. When she reached the open area, the atmosphere had completely changed. Heads turned in her direction. Whispers spread quickly across the floor. Even people from other departments seemed to have heard what happened. Many gave her pitying looks, as if she had already been handed her termination letter. Claire stood near her desk and simply shook her head without saying a single word. The disappointment in her eyes was clear. Sandra, her direct supervisor, crossed her arms and stared at Marilyn with a sharp expression. “What have you done on your first day?” Sandra asked. “I thought you were smart.” Marilyn felt the weight of those words settle on her chest. She understood the look perfectly. It was the kind of look that said her short time at Stewart Global Resorts was already over. She had ruined everything before her career had even started. Tears burned in her eyes. She

Marilyn coughed hard, trying to catch her breath after Raymond’s bold question. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. She stared at him, eyes wide, and forced herself to look confused. “I… I’m sorry, sir,” she said, her voice shaky but determined. “I don’t understand what you mean. Pay men after sleeping with them? That doesn’t make any sense to me.” Her pretense stunned him for a moment. Raymond had expected shock, denial, or even anger, but not this calm act of ignorance. He studied her face carefully. She was fighting hard to keep her expression neutral, but he could see the rapid rise and fall of her chest. He decided to push a little further, testing her restraint. He uncrossed his arms and took one slow step closer. His tall frame towered over her, and the rich scent of his cologne wrapped around her again. “You look familiar, Miss Oxford,” he said softly, his voice low and smooth. “Have we met before? Perhaps in a different setting… one where you felt very free to express yo

Marilyn sat at her new desk, her mind still reeling from the sudden announcement. She had come to work this morning expecting nothing more than another day of learning the ropes and trying to prove herself. Instead, in less than twenty-eight minutes, she would be leaving the building on a trip with Raymond Stewart — the man who now controlled both her job and her nerves. She had no idea how long they would be away or where they were even going. The realization hit her hard. She had nothing packed. No change of clothes, no underwear, no toiletries, nothing for an overnight stay or longer. How was she supposed to handle this? She stood up quickly, her heart racing, and knocked once on Raymond’s office door before pushing it open. He looked up from his laptop the moment she entered, then lowered his gaze back to the screen as if her presence barely registered. “I didn’t know you liked me this much, Miss Oxford,” he said casually, still focused on his work. Marilyn’s eyes widened in

Marilyn stood motionless in the center of the luxurious ocean villa, arms wrapped tightly around herself. The full weight of her situation finally hit her. She had come to work with nothing but the clothes on her back and her small black bag. No suitcase. No extra outfits. No underwear. No toothbrush or skincare products. Nothing for what could easily become several days on this island. The thought made her chest tighten with anxiety. Raymond stepped out of the master bedroom, hands tucked casually into his pockets. He took one look at her and read her discomfort perfectly. “You’re worried about your lack of luggage,” he said, his tone calm and direct. “Don’t worry. I’ve already made arrangements.” Marilyn blinked, stunned. Arrangements? Before she could ask for details, he continued. “I have a few matters to attend to,” he told her. “I’ll be back before dinner. In the meantime, relax and get comfortable with the villa.” Without waiting for a reply, he turned and walked out. The