Chapter 1 The Night

• Yvaine.
• I can’t comprehend what’s happening to me, I feel dizzy. I only had two drinks at dinner with my friends and cousin, but they didn’t sit well with me. Given my condition, my cousin decided to take me to a hotel room where we had dinner, since I can barely walk or stand.
• “Have I been sober for so long that two simple drinks intoxicate me?” I pondered in my haze.
• When we arrived at the room, with the help of another friend, Maryori gently laid me down on the bed.
• “Stay lying here and I’ll see you tomorrow. Remember, I’m in the room next door. Drink water so you don’t get dehydrated. I hope you have a sweet night,” Maryori said to me. So I made an effort to respond, even though my head was in a fog.
• “Thanks, Maryi, you’re great. I’ll make it up to you,” I said.
• “Don’t worry, I’ll collect my payment tomorrow… and tonight!” she whispered the last part, so I didn’t hear it. “Drink this or you’ll get dehydrated,” she continued, and I felt a glass at my lips, so I swallowed the liquid my cousin gave me, assuming it was water. I noticed it had a strange taste, but I thought it was due to my current state, where I couldn’t taste things properly, so I didn’t complain. I wasn’t in any condition to, all I wanted was to sleep.
• That’s what I did after swallowing the liquid, I lay down and let sleep invade me. I woke up feeling suffocated. The heat that ran through my body and accumulated in my breasts and between my legs invaded my throat, my lips, and concentrated in those areas. I was engulfed in a fire that made me agonize, I moved restlessly on the bed, trying to relieve that heat.
• I wanted to get rid of my clothes, but due to my drunkenness and lack of coordination, I couldn’t. This caused me more stress, so I groaned in frustration, moving anxiously on the bed. I thought I was going to die if someone didn’t extinguish this fire, I had never felt like this before. But I knew I needed something or someone, and that need was making me agonize.
• Norman.
• I don’t know what old Gartner was up to. While having a drink at the hotel bar, I saw him arrive with the briefcase that, according to him, had been stolen from his office. A gut feeling prompted me to investigate.
• I decided to follow him. No one ever played me, especially not the grandfather’s assistant. As I trailed him, I missed having Jason, my assistant and friend, by my side. He usually handled these situations, but I had sent him to manage the small crisis caused by the loss of the briefcase in the management department.
• So, after messaging my head of security and the hotel’s security personnel, I continued after my treacherous prey. I was almost enjoying the anticipation until I caught him red-handed; that’s why they call me the panther of New York. Navigating the jungle of the multimillion-dollar business world of major international holdings was my expertise.
• I don’t usually dirty my hands with prey as insignificant as Gartner the traitor, but if I wanted my grandfather to see the truth about his assistant and right-hand man, whom he considered a friend for many years, I had to play in the mud.
• So when I saw him enter the hotel elevator, I followed. When I reached the hallway, I overheard him on the phone as he walked towards the room to meet the buyer.
• My suspicions were confirmed by the conversation he had on the phone. I felt a little sorry for my grandfather, but I wasn’t going to let my companies be harmed by that greedy rat.
• “Don’t worry, miss, I already have the room number. I’ll leave the documents on the table, and thanks for the gift you gave me. I know I’m going to have a good time,” the repugnant smile on that scoundrel’s face disgusted me. So I messaged my security personnel, and the response was swift.
• The "ok" confirmed that everything was ready; all that was left was to catch the rat.
• I saw him standing in suite 654 on the sixth floor, so I let him in and waited a few seconds while I took out the master key I had kept in my pocket. Being the owner of the hotel chain that included this hotel had Its benefits. Finally, I sneaked in and heard him talking to someone.
• “Hello, blondie, so you’re one of my payments. I’m sorry they had to drug you because then you won’t realize how much fun we’re going to have,” he said. In response to his words, all I could hear were some small complaints.
• “No, I don’t want to…! Leave me…” I noticed that, from her voice, the companion could hardly speak coherently. She was struggling with herself and the drugs that rat claimed had been administered to her.
• “On top of being a traitorous rat, you’re a rapist. Your assistant is quite a gem, old man!” I thought.
• So, for the sake of the victim, I decided to intervene.
• “So, this is where you hide, rat,” I said, interrupting him as he undressed.
• “President Miller!” The look of terror on his face made me smile.
• I looked at the bed and for a second I was puzzled. Half-dressed and writhing in her semi-consciousness, was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Her face was red, presumably from the drugs they had given her.
• Her moans Indicated that she was struggling hard against him, trying to avoid being violated. However, the suggestive movements her body made suggested that she was losing the battle and would soon succumb to the fire that consumed her.
• My interest in the beautiful blonde was noticed by Gartner, the rat, so he tried to negotiate using his victim.
• “If you desire her, President Miller, I’ll give her to you. She seems very passionate, you can have a great time,” he said. I looked at him and smiled dangerously. He must have sensed it because he fell silent and lowered his head.
• I grabbed my phone and called for them to come and pick him up. Within seconds, my head of security, my bodyguards, and the hotel security staff apprehended him and took him out of the room.
• Meanwhile, I had covered the lady with a sheet so that no one would see her in such little clothing, to avoid rumors and embarrassment for her.
• When everyone left the room, accompanying the great traitor, I told Martin, my head of security, to take care of everything while I helped the lady regain consciousness.
• I observed him in suite 654 on the sixth floor, so I granted him entry and waited a few seconds while I pulled out the master key I had kept in my pocket. Being the owner of the hotel chain that included this establishment had its privileges. Finally, I quietly entered and eavesdropped on his conversation with someone.
• I turned on the faucet and heard her let out a moan of pleasure. For a few seconds, that sound drove me crazy, and I pressed her against my body.
• “You make it difficult, beauty! So stay still and let the water cool you down. Although, if I’m honest, I’d like to lower your temperature In a different way,” I said, smiling and completely soaked.
• I noticed her opening her eyes and looking at me. The color of her eyes was green like the Amazon jungle, although it was clear that she was still under the influence of the drugs. Suddenly, she grabbed me by the neck and, leaning towards me, I heard her say,
• “Please, it burns, please!” And without further ado, she kissed me. When I felt her lips, my whole body ignited, and for a second, I almost lost control. So, with great effort, I pulled my lips away from hers.
• “This is not what you want, beautiful. It’s the drugs that have you like this. I’m going to leave you under the cold water for a while so that the heat In your body decreases and you can control yourself better,” I said, leaning her against the shower wall while I cornered her with my body to prevent her from falling. Suddenly, I felt her embracing my body and starting to rub against me as if seeking comfort.
• “Please, I can’t… I can’t anymore, please!” – she moaned with desire, begging me. My body ignited instantly, her curvaceous body, the ample fullness of her breasts, and the curve of her buttocks drove me crazy. I let out a deep growl and looked into her eyes.
• “I hope, my beautiful, that you are prepared for what you’re asking of me, but before, to prevent you from later regretting it and accusing me of any madness, I need you to take responsibility for what you’re asking of me. That’s why I’m going to record this situation, so that you won’t accuse me of rape.” – Without further ado, I took out my iPhone from my pocket.
• I was glad that it could be submerged in water, because right now we were both under a cold waterfall. I turned it on and positioned it to record both of us, then started the recording.
• “My dear, we are currently recording ourselves. I want you to say what you want. I’m trying to control myself, but I want you to tell me what you want. You alone will be responsible for what happens between us.”
• “Please, please, it hurts, I want, I want…”