Tonight, it's yours

Grace stood at the end of the 22nd-floor corridor of the exclusive Ritz-Carlton private club in Los Angeles, drunk and dizzy.

She smiled as she recognized the door number, 2218, in her scrambled mind.

She pushed open the hidden door and stumbled inside.

The room was dark, with no lights. Grace scanned the room and finally saw a small fire flickering on and off in the window.

This man smoked.

Grace steadied herself and said,'I'm here.'

She covered her mouth and gestured,'I just had a little wine, hehehe.'

Grace couldn't see the person's face clearly, but felt a cold breath. She took a step back and her drunkenness subsided.

Afterward, the wine's strength returned to her, causing her to lean heavily against the wall.

She felt a sharp pain in her spine, but did not make a sound. The man narrowed his eyes and looked at the small woman who had trespassed. She stood in the doorway, illuminated by yellow light, wearing a black swallowtail dress that floated behind her, revealing more and more of her beautiful and provocative white legs. The woman wore thick makeup, as if covered in a coat of snow-white roses, which made her appear as if she could be peeled off.

The man asked in a deep voice,'How did you get in?'

The 22nd floor of the hotel was not a place for a drunken, crazy woman to just wander in.

The man's voice was magnetic and seemed to absorb people's souls. Grace had to admit that his voice was really pleasant to listen to.

The waiter seemed to recognize her as a VIP who could access the 22nd floor. Grace showed the waiter her expensive necklace, which had a large diamond hanging from it.

Suddenly, the man's phone rang and he immediately picked it up, the bright light of the screen illuminating his face. His head was lowered. Grace could only see the rigid curves of his face in the bright light.

She could tell that he had a good-looking face.

The other party in this transaction was unexpectedly a handsome young man.

Grace concluded that a man who trades his body for dirty thoughts must have extremely trashy morals.

The man stared at his cell phone screen. The text message read:'Lucas, I'm sorry.

From Lydia.'

His hand shook slightly. He quickly added the number that sent the message to his blacklist.

Grace noticed that he was slow to speak and holding his drowsy head. She asked in a small voice,'Can we start?'

The man sneered,'I'm not interested in a woman who reeks of alcohol.'

Grace tensed up. She had only been drinking for courage. It took her half a day to organize her thoughts and finally say,'Please wait, I'll freshen up.'

Grace stumbled into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet, forcing herself to vomit before quickly cleaning herself up.

She wrapped herself in a towel and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She had washed off her heavy makeup and suddenly fell silent.

This was her first time, and it was going to be dedicated like this.

She stroked her own cheeks. Although her face was not stunning, it was sweet and lovely.

Her dad said that men generally have no resistance to sweet-looking girls.

So, she would succeed, right?

She tried to force a smile as she left the bathroom.

The man got up and walked to the door.

Grace hurried after him and tugged on his arm. His arm was firm, and she could feel his tight muscles through his shirt.

She said,'I've already washed it.' Her careful voice made the man involuntarily stop in his tracks.

The man used his height to look down on the small woman in front of him. She appeared timid and reluctant, but pretended to be concerned.

Grace took a step back, feeling oppressed by the man's gaze. She then pulled off her towel, raised her delicate face, and stared at the man without blinking.

The room was dimly lit, making it difficult to see his face clearly. However, his eyes shone like cold stars, emanating a chilling and regal light.

Grace spoke softly, almost inaudibly,'I promise, I'm clean.'

The man smiled, finding the slightly drunk and disheveled woman unobjectionable.

'Do you want to sleep with me that badly?' he asked teasingly.

Grace suppressed the bitterness in her heart and attempted to sound cheerful.

The man murmured, wondering if it was Lydia who had made the appointment. Grace gathered her courage and pleaded once

more, saying,'Please give me a chance.' The man stared at her mockingly.

Grace was unable to speak, but her gaze remained fixed as she tilted her head back at him.

The man laughed twice and wrapped his long arm around Grace's slender waist. Being close to the man's breath caused Grace's heart to race and her breathing to become disorganized, her cheeks blushing.

He smelled faintly of tobacco and expensive cologne, which combined to give off a manly charm. She admitted that it smelled good.

The man asked what she gave him to make him go to such lengths.

The man responded by asking if she was willing to give her body, to which Grace replied,'A reward that has satisfied me since.' Grace leaned into his arms, docile as a cat, and allowed him to tighten his grip unexpectedly.

He commented that nowadays, girls' bodies are worthless in front of money. He spoke in a sarcastic tone as his large hands roamed over her body without restraint.

Grace fought the urge to push him away, her body trembling with anticipation of what was to come.

Suddenly, he picked her up in a cross-armed embrace and dropped her onto the bed with little care, pressing down on her.

'What a surprise for me today,' he said. His large hands enveloped her thin shoulders. His heavy body pressed against her, almost taking her breath away.

Grace bit her lip and closed her eyes. In the darkness, a crystal teardrop hung on her long eyelashes, but she spoke with a smile.

'Tonight, I am yours to do with as you please.'