Johnny stepped into the Nebula Hotel lobby like he owned the place. Which he did. Heads turned right away. Staff fixed their uniforms quick. Guests paused, eyes flicking over him. Sophie, the hotel manager was already waiting by the desk with her tablet in hand. Her clean suit fit tight around her curvy hips and full chest, and a few strands of hair had escaped her ponytail to brush against her soft neck. "Welcome back, sir," she said with a small smile as her eyes flicked over his strong arms. Johnny nodded quick. “How long was I gone” “Just under six hours,” she replied. He blinked. "...That long?" Johnny checked the time on his phone. 4:30PM. Almost six hours gone. He had spent over five hours at the Silvercrest Hotel. Didn't feel like it. It was all so fast paced and felt like it all happened under an hour. "Your Sky Sovereign suite is ready," Sophie said, leaning in a tad. The move made her cleavage peek just enough to tease. Johnny nodded. "Thanks." As he passed h

Johnny stared at Lydia like she had just spoken a different language. For a moment, the words did not land. They hovered in the air between them, light and unreal, as if they could still be laughed off. Darius King’s fiancée. That made no sense. None at all. Johnny let out a short breath, almost a laugh, but it died halfway. “That’s not funny,” he said. “You’re joking, right?” Lydia did not smile this time. She only watched him, calm and patient, like someone waiting for another person to catch up. As she breathed, the fabric stretched tight over her heavy breasts, a faint outline teasing through. Johnny ran a hand through his hair and took a step back. His mind started racing, trying to rearrange facts that no longer fit. Darius. That man. Arrogant, slimy, bully, always pretending to be bigger than he was. The same man who had begged, sweated, and cried at Johnny’s feet earlier. And this woman was engaged to him? “How is that even possible?” Johnny muttered, more to himself

The name sat heavy between them. “I met him through the company,” she continued. “He was ambitious. Smart enough. Hungry in a way that made him charming. And he saw me.” Johnny’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. “He listened,” Lydia said. “He asked my opinion. He acted like my mind mattered. I was stupid enough to believe that meant something.” She exhaled slowly, fanning herself lightly as the room felt warmer. “We fell into something that looked like love,” she said. “Or maybe I just wanted to believe it was.” Johnny stayed silent, but his eyes never left her face. “Darius promised me a future,” Lydia said. “He told me that if we married, if my father retired, then there would be no choice. The company would go to him. And when it did, he would put me where I belonged.” Her fingers tightened around the glass. “Co-owner. Co-executive. Power,” she said quietly. “Not as Santiago Silver’s daughter. But as Lydia Silver.” Johnny felt the pieces clicking together. “So you agre

Johnny lay on his back, staring at the ceiling like it had personally betrayed him. His bare chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, sweat glistening on his toned abs, making them shine under the soft penthouse lights. The room was quiet in that strange way it gets after something important happens. Not silent—just empty. The air still felt warm, heavy, like it hadn’t decided whether to leave yet. The faint smell of wine and Lydia's sweet perfume lingered, mixed together in a way that made his cock twitch just thinking about it. His shirt was somewhere on the floor. He didn’t remember taking it off. His pants hung loose around his thighs, zipper still down, a sticky reminder of what just went down. Lydia was no longer in the room. That part sat heavier than he expected. Her curvy ass swaying as she walked out in that tight dress—clinging to her wide hips, the fabric riding up just enough to tease the bottom curve of her cheeks—burned in his mind. Johnny ran a hand down his face a

Johnny stared at the screen of his phone for a long moment after reading the message. He didn’t move. Didn’t curse. Didn’t rush. He just stared. Your belongings have been moved out. The words sat there, calm and final, like they didn’t understand what they meant. Like they had no idea who they were talking to now. Johnny let out a soft breath and leaned back against the headboard. Then he smiled. Not a big smile. Not the proud kind. Just a small, crooked smirk that came from the sheer absurdity of it all. He lifted his eyes and slowly looked around. The Sky Sovereign suite stretched out before him, quiet and expensive. Floor-to-ceiling glass showed the city waking up below, cars moving like ants, buildings catching the early light. The air smelled clean. Everything was polished. Ordered. Designed to impress people who already had too much. This place alone was worth more than anything he had owned his entire life combined. And yet— Somewhere across town, a man was threate