A five-star hotel in Port Sterling hummed with the city's elite. Tonight was the engagement ceremony for Preston of Monarch Group and Sienna Vance, the second daughter of the powerful Vance Family.
"Preston... which room are you in?" Before the ceremony could even begin, Sienna felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. She slipped out of the banquet hall, phone pressed to her ear.
"8607." Over the phone, Preston's voice was cold, stripped of the warmth and affection she was used to.
"Chloe said you had a surprise for me before the wedding?" A lovely dimple appeared on Sienna’s blushing cheek. "...Are you planning on starting the honeymoon early? For our first time, I was hoping we could save it for our wedding night. We've waited two years, after all."
"I'm not joking. Come up now."
Preston hung up.
He couldn't wait any longer?
Sienna blinked, a flutter of uncertainty in her chest. I'm only nineteen, will it be...
It doesn't matter, she decided, her love for him overriding her hesitation. He's about to be my fiancé.
Sienna staggered down the hotel corridor, a warm, tipsy blush spreading across her delicate features. She wore a short, champagne-coloured Chanel dress that clung to her curves, making her look both charming and lovely.
"That's strange. I barely drank anything..." She patted her forehead as her vision began to swim.
She hadn't planned on drinking at all, but just a moment ago, Mrs. Vance had insisted she toast with several prominent guests.
Stepping into the elevator, Sienna swayed and pressed the button for the 6th floor. In her dizzy state, however, her finger accidentally hit the button for the 8th floor.
The 8th floor was reserved for the hotel's most important VIPs.
When the doors slid open, Sienna stumbled out and went straight for the room number Preston had given her, her mind unable to clearly distinguish a 6 from an 8. She stopped in front of Room 8807 and knocked.
"Come in." A deep, masculine voice, laced with a sexy, charming quality, resonated from within.
It was a voice that could tempt anyone.
Sienna pushed the door open and walked in, giggling softly. "Preston, when did your voice get so deep? It's like you swallowed a cello."
The room was dark, but she could vaguely make out the silhouettes of luxurious furniture and a massive king-sized bed. It was a presidential suite.
A strong, masculine scent hung in the air.
"Preston..." She braced herself against the wall as she moved forward, then collapsed onto the big, comfortable bed. "Where are you?"
A sudden, intense heat began to build inside her, making her deeply uncomfortable.
Sienna tugged at the collar of her dress.
The sound of a shower running came from the bathroom. A short while later, a tall figure emerged.
In the dim light, the man wore nothing but a bathrobe. Water droplets traced paths across a broad, muscular chest, a landscape of sculpted planes visible through the open folds of the robe.
He was breathtakingly handsome.
The man’s brown eyes studied the woman sprawled on his bed, his voice as beautiful and magnetic as it was low.
"Who are you?"
"Hot..." Sienna’s soft lips parted. "I want to take my clothes off..."
After that glass of wine from her foster mother, her entire body felt like it was on fire. Now, her consciousness was fraying at the edges.
The man tossed aside the towel he’d been using to dry his hair and grabbed her arm. "Get up. You're in the wrong room—"
"Preston... I thought you wanted me..." Sienna wrapped her arms around the man's neck and chuckled. "I'm here now... you have to be responsible for me."
She pulled him down. He braced himself with one arm, his body hovering just inches above hers.
The light scent of wine mingled with the sweet, intoxicating fragrance of a young woman.
Sienna only knew that she was holding someone, inhaling the clean, alluring scent of shower gel from his skin. Her throat went dry, and the heat inside her intensified, becoming an unbearable ache.
"It hurts... give it to me..." Sienna rubbed her face against his chest, the cool skin a welcome relief against her feverish cheek.
She closed her eyes happily, ready to give herself to Preston before their wedding.
The man above her felt the woman clinging to him like a kitten. Fresh from a cold shower, the desire he had suppressed for so long began to stir. His formidable self-control started to crumble under her unsolicited invitation. This woman was prey, and she had just walked straight into his den.
He held back for a moment longer, making a quick phone call to his secretary. "There's no need to send the meeting files here. I'll go straight to the office tomorrow."
In the darkness of the presidential suite, the man hung up and leaned over Sienna's soft body. "Woman, you asked for this..." he whispered in her ear. "Don't regret it."
Then, he captured her lips in a kiss as every piece of clothing was stripped from her body.
He possessed her for the entire night.
The next day, the disheveled sheets and clothes scattered on the floor told the story of a wild night.
"Mmm..."
Sienna frowned in her sleep, her small mouth moving slightly before she settled back into a deep slumber.
The CEO of the Apex Global, Damian Blackwood, looked at the woman in his bed. She was sleeping like a child, clutching the quilt tightly to her chest. In the morning sun, her snow-white shoulders and delicate face were breathtakingly beautiful.
The pristine skin of her neck and shoulders was now marked with an array of hickeys, a testament to the night's frenzy.
Ace had just returned from abroad yesterday and, battling jet lag, had decided to spend a night at the hotel. He’d even asked his secretary to bring over work files, never expecting this clumsy woman to wander into his room.
He was a man of immense self-control, but she had shattered it with her innocent, drug-fueled seduction. Seeing her clearly in the daylight, he was surprised by her pure appearance, with her shoulder-length curly hair and long eyelashes. She was a mix of lovely and playful.
His gaze fell on Sienna's bag. He picked it up and found her ID—Sienna Vance.
"I'll be in the office in half an hour..." he said into his phone. "Find a woman named Sienna Vance and offer her some money. Don't mention my name."
It was compensation for the night. After all, he had been more than satisfied.
After giving his instructions, Damian lifted Sienna up and retrieved his suit jacket from beneath her.
"...Preston."
Sienna mumbled the name in her sleep.
Ace froze. "Preston?"
He looked down at Sienna, her eyelashes fluttering, and noticed the faint crimson shape of a butterfly birthmark just behind her snow-white shoulder. After a moment of deep thought, he left the room.
Lying unnoticed on the bed was a platinum lion head tie clip, engraved with the abbreviation of his name, Damian Blackwood.