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

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, bu

“Find him!” Commissioner Rhoades’ voice cut through the hallway like a whip. “I want every exit covered. Check the cameras. Check the vents. Check the damn walls if you have to. He could not have gone far!” The officers moved at once, boots echoing loudly against the tiled floor as they scattered in different directions. Radios crackled. Doors opened and slammed shut. The entire station, which had been calm just minutes ago, now felt like a place under attack. Rhoades stood in the middle of it all, his jaw tight, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and something else he refused to name. Confusion. No. Not confusion. Something worse. Loss of control. He turned back toward the interrogation room again, as if expecting Johnny to suddenly reappear in the chair, hands cuffed, like nothing had happened. But the room remained empty. The cuffs still hung loosely from the table. Mocking him. Rhoades clenched his fists. Impossible. There was no way a man could just vanish like

Johnny did not wait to see how the conversation ended. The moment the officers stepped fully into the room and Margaret’s attention shifted away from him, he moved. Quiet. Careful. Invisible. He couldn’t force her. If he tried to drag her out of here now, it would only make things worse. It would look exactly like what she feared. Like he was someone dangerous. Someone she should run from. Johnny’s hands clenched slightly, as he slipped past the doorway without a sound. One step. Then another. By the time the officers began speaking again, he was already gone.--- Johnny stood still for a moment just outside the building, his hands in his pockets, his shoulders slightly tense. Margaret’s voice replayed again in his head. “Who are you, Johnny?” He exhaled slowly. “Yeah…” he muttered under his breath. “Good question.” “I don’t even know,” he muttered. And that was the problem. He kept walking. Step after step. Until the answer, or something close to it, started formin

For a fraction of a second, everything went still.Sophie’s lips were still on his, soft, warm, uncertain. Like she was testing something she wasn’t sure she was allowed to want.It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t wild.It was a moment that could still be taken back.Like she had crossed a line she couldn’t take back.Johnny looked at her.There was something vulnerable in her expression, like she had already crossed a line and was waiting to see if she would regret it.Johnny pulled her, and kissed her back.Sophie responded without holding back.Her hands moved, gripping lightly, then tighter.His fingers brushed against her waist, pulling her closer as the distance between them disappeared completely.Then suddenly — system screen flashed open in the air beside them.[Side Quest Completed.]Task: Make out with the Hotel Manager.Reward: $10,000,000,000....Johnny’s eyes twitched.Not again…Johnny pulled back slightly.“What the hell—”But Sophie didn’t move.Her eyes were still half-clos