Margaret remained on the bed long after Johnny left.For several seconds she did not move at all. Her body was still warm, still tense from the moment that had almost happened. The room felt strangely quiet now, like something important had been interrupted.She slowly pulled the blanket over her legs as she was no longer wrapped in the towel.“What… just happened?”The words slipped out softly.Her mind replayed the moment again and again. Johnny had been so close. His arms around her. His breath against her skin. She had felt the heat in his body, the way his grip tightened slightly at her waist.He had wanted her.She was sure of that.But then he stopped.And left.Her fingers dug into the fabric, trying to ground herself. She had wanted him. There was no denying that.But he had stopped. Not gently, not kindly—he had just… walked away.Margaret pressed her lips together and leaned back against the pillows.A slow wave of embarrassment crept over her.“Did I… do something wrong?”

Cassandra frowned slightly, her full lips pursing in a way that drew Johnny's eyes to the deep cleavage peeking from her low-cut red dress. “You’re changing the subject.”“Not really. I'm just getting straight to why I came.”“Which is for what exactly?”“What can you tell me about him?” Johnny asked.Cassandra looked into Johnny’s eyes, her ample chest rising and falling with a slow breath that strained the tight fabric of her dress. She could tell that he was dead serious.“I see,” she simply said. “Not much to tell.”Johnny raised an eyebrow. “I doubt that.”He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table. As he did, Cassandra shifted in her seat, and the thin strap of her dress slipped just a bit off her smooth shoulder, teasing a glimpse of her soft, curvaceous figure.“All I want to know,” he said, “who protects him?”Powerful men rarely operated alone. Someone had to protect them.Cassandra laughed quietly, the sound making her generous breasts jiggle lightly.“Oh,

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

Johnny stood by the door with one hand still on the handle, his towel riding low on his hips, threatening to slip and reveal more of his impressive package.Sophie Green stood in the hallway holding a silver tray, her tight hotel uniform hugging her slim waist and perky chest, the top button straining just a bit.For a moment, none of them spoke.The quiet inside the Sky Sovereign suite suddenly felt heavier than before—charged with steamy vibes.Johnny had opened the door without thinking much about it. Only now did he realize how the situation must look.He was standing there wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist.His hair was still damp from the shower, and a few drops of water slowly slid down from his neck to his chest, tracing sexy paths over his rock-hard pecs.Across the room, Margaret sat on the bed, holding the blanket loosely around herself—barely covering her lacy nightie that clung to her massive tits and juicy ass like a second skin.The room looked

The words did not make sense at first.They felt misplaced, like something that had been said too early, or in the wrong place entirely.“Johnny Steele, you are under arrest for the murder of Valentine Orlov.”For a brief moment, everything slowed.Johnny did not react immediately. His eyes stayed on the man in front of him, studying him carefully, almost calmly.Commissioner Rhoades.Rhea’s husband.Of course.A quiet breath left Johnny’s nose as recognition settled in. The last time they had met had been short, but it had been enough. Men like Rhoades were not hard to read.Clean on the outside.Dirty where it mattered.Rhoades stood with the same controlled posture, his uniform sharp, his presence firm. There was a faint smile on his lips, but it wasn’t friendly. It was the kind of smile that came from thinking everything was already under control.Like this had already ended.Johnny tilted his head slightly. “You’re arresting me… for murder?”His tone was not loud, but it carried.