The words landed heavily. Margaret felt like the ground shifted under her feet. Her eyes moved slowly across the lobby. The marble floors. The elegant furniture. The guests chatting near the lounge. He was serious. He was about to empty one of the most high-profile hotels in the world because he decided to. Because he wanted to. Because he could. “Sir,” the manager said carefully, “this will cause a significant disruption.” “Like I said double the refund if necessary,” he continued. “But by tonight, every guest leaves.” Johnny’s expression did not change. “You are aware,” she said quietly, “that this establishment is fully booked for the next two months. Several of our guests are high-profile clients.” “I am aware.” “And the financial implications—” “Will not be your concern,” Johnny replied. Sophie studied him. There was no anger in his tone. Only certainty. “I’m sorry, but as your hotel manager, I am afraid that that they are indeed my concern” Sophie replied. Sile

There was no hesitation in her answer. Her hands slid down his chest, feeling the tension in him. He had always been controlled. Always measured. But right now, she could feel how tightly he was holding himself together, the restraint like a dam about to burst. She stared up at him, lost in lust, drinking in his chiseled chest—hard pecs flexing under golden skin, deep ridges of rock-solid abs carved like a god's, each muscle popping with power as he breathed heavy. His lips moved against her neck. Her body reacted instantly. A soft sound escaped her before she could stop it. Her fingers tightened around him, tugging him closer. She felt exposed. But not vulnerable. Not with him. He lifted his head and looked at her properly. His eyes devoured her naked body like a starving man at a feast. Margaret lay spread on the sheets, her skin glowing golden under the soft lights—her massive tits heaving with every quick breath, full and round with rock-hard pink nipples begging to b

Sophie remained in the hallway for a long time after the quiet ache settled in her chest. The door to the Sky Sovereign was still slightly open. Through the narrow gap she could see the dim light inside and part of the room where Johnny sat beside the bed. She did not move. The hallway was silent except for the distant hum of the elevator somewhere down the corridor. For a moment Sophie wondered if she should simply turn around and leave. It would be the sensible thing to do. Yet her feet refused to move. Two minutes passed. Then another. Her eyes drifted again toward the gap in the door. Johnny had not moved much. At some point he must have leaned back in the chair because his posture looked more relaxed now. Margaret was still asleep. Sophie took a slow breath, her chest rising and making her blouse strain against her soft mounds. Her hand rested lightly against the door. Just go in for a second. She told herself it was only to make sure everything was fine. Nothing

Cassandra Vale leaned casually against the velvet railing near the entrance of VIP Lounge , watching Johnny with a slow smile that carried both curiosity and amusement. “It’s been a minute,” she said. Johnny looked at her calmly. She looked exactly as he remembered. Calm. Confident. Slightly amused. Her dark hair rested neatly over one shoulder, and her eyes studied him with the same curiosity they had the night everything at Club Euphoria had gone wrong. Johnny gave a small nod. “It has.” Before Cassandra could say anything else, one of the security guards stepped forward. “Boss lady,” he said to Cassandra, “do you know this man?” Cassandra raised one eyebrow, almost as if the question surprised her. “Know him?” she repeated. Then she let out a quiet laugh. “Who doesn’t?” The two guards exchanged uncertain looks. Cassandra straightened slightly and gestured toward Johnny. “Haven’t you heard the stories?” she said. The guards frowned. “What stories?” one of them asked

Johnny drove faster than he should have. The city lights stretched into long lines through the windshield as the car moved through traffic. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, and his mind refused to slow down. Margaret’s message kept repeating in his head. Johnny, I need you now. Three simple words. But to Johnny they carried a thousand possibilities, most of them bad. He pressed harder on the accelerator. What happened? His thoughts raced from one fear to another. Did the organization find her? Did someone follow me back to the hotel? He felt a wave of frustration at himself. He had convinced himself the Nebula Hotel was safe. But now he was not so sure. He replayed the moment in his mind when he left Margaret in the room earlier. She had seemed fine then. Tired, maybe a little embarrassed after what happened them, but safe. He should have stayed. Johnny shook his head slightly. I shouldn’t have left her alone. The car sped through another intersection.