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I pause and turn my head to the side as I say my parting words to him. “You’re wrong. I’ll be everything without you.” And then I slam the door and make my way back to the hotel to try and catch Celeste before her shift finishes. I should make it, she’ll be there for another half an hour, and I’ll ask her if I can crash at her place tonight.
I walk quickly, the breeze brushing against my face, making me feel fresher than ever before. It’s funny how alive I feel even though my marriage has just ended.
Some vows are made to be broken, and sometimes it feels utterly fantastic to break them.
Chapter Fourteen
DORIEN
As I pack my stuff in my suitcase, I feel something of a lead weight deep in my stomach. It’s the first time I don’t want to just up and leave because of a woman. A woman I haven’t even tasted, haven’t even forged any kind of connection with… except, I can’t stop thinking about her. Elise Woods.
There’s something wildly enchanting about her, and it’s messing with my mind.
I’ve thought of nothing but her since last night, and maybe I shouldn’t have walked away. Maybe I should have had my wicked way with her and fucked her on that balcony, but like I said before, she’s different, and I can’t put my finger on why she is the exception to the rule I live by. So, the best thing to do is just to get out of dodge and get back to business.
I put my last items in the suitcase and close it, moving it by the door, ready for when my car service arrives in the next fifteen minutes.
I could go and see if she’s here. I could go and get her file from HR and look at every little detail they have about her, but that isn’t what I do, not to mention it’s bordering on stalker level. It’s so unlike me, I’m more of a fuck ‘em and chuck ‘em kind of arsehole.
A knock sounds on the door and I grab my wallet off the side table, ready to tip the porter who will be taking my case downstairs. I don’t need a porter to do it, but this is a high-class hotel and it’s the way things are done, not to mention I will own the fucking place soon and every visit here has resulted in me receiving the kiss-my-arse treatment. As far as I’m aware, Hayley is the only member of staff ‘in the know’ about my possible takeover, so I can only presume that this is just how things are done, and I can see why the rich and mighty choose to come here. It’s the fucking arse-licking service they all crave, clearly.
I sigh and open the door, ready to reel off instructions, when I’m stopped in my tracks. Because it isn’t the porter at my door. No. It’s Elise. She’s stood there, her chest heaving, her hair a little wild and some falling from her ponytail around her face.
I’m not sure what she’s expecting by showing up here, not after the way things were left last night, but I can only assume she’s come to give me a piece of her mind.
I step back and she walks in, closing the door behind her, keeping her eyes on me the whole time.
“Did you mean what you said? That we don’t need to know each other to… you know?” She’s timid as she speaks, but there’s something slightly different in her stance—confidence. It was lacking before, but it’s there, simmering under the surface.
I nod at her, wondering where she’s going with this. But then her next words almost knock me on my arse.
“I want you to fuck me, Dorien. I want you to fuck me like you hate me. I want you to make me feel nothing but you.”
I have no idea what’s happened in the last twenty-four hours to turn her head, but she’s standing there, opening herself up to me, to this, to us, for one night. And I’m not about to question it.
Chapter Fifteen
ELISE
I didn’t even try to find Celeste when I got here. I just came straight to room twenty-nine to see if he was still here, and luckily for me, he is. I have no idea where the words I just spoke came from, but I know I want this. I want him.
My morals have held me back for years, the guilt that plagues me keeping me from leaving Derrick sooner, but the minute I saw him stroking his dick to a woman on a screen, I knew it was my time to put me first.
So, here I am, opening myself up to a complete stranger who I don’t know. And I’m okay with that. I don’t need flowers and chocolates, or the hassle of dating. There is no romance, not in my life, anyway. What I need is raw passion, one night to do as I please and have a man take control, showing my body just what he can do.
I thought I would feel shame coming here, be embarrassed by my words, but all I feel is free. I’m letting my wings spread, and if that starts with a good hard fuck, then so be it.
He’s still looking at me, and a part of me thinks he may reject me and then all of this will have been for nothing. But then, suddenly, he’s pushing me against the door, his body flush with mine and his lips so fucking close that I could just push forward and touch them with my own.
“You sure you want this, Elise? Because I’m not about to go easy on you,” he says quietly, warning in his voice, as if he is trying to deter me whilst wanting me to stay.
“I want this,” I say firmly. “Do your worst, Dorien.”
He smirks, and it makes my heart pound. I watch as he takes his phone out of his pocket and hits a few buttons on the screen before putting the phone by his ear. “Cancel the car, and the porter. I won’t be needing them,” he barks before he ends the call and throws his phone on the table beside the door.
“Buckle up, buttercup,” he growls before he stands back and barks, “Get undressed.”
I gulp as my hands move of their own accord, going to the buttons on my maid’s uniform. I slowly undo each button, focusing on the man in front of me, the one dominating the entire room. And when the last button is undone, he tells me, “Drop it to the floor.”
