On the sixth floor,
Lucy stumbled through the dimly lit hallway, her vision hazy, her body burning. Her breath came in shallow gasps as she pressed a hand against the wall, steadying herself. Something isn't right.
As she neared Room 605, voices stopped her in her tracks.
"Make sure she doesn't leave. This will ruin her for good," a man muttered.
Her stomach twisted. They were talking about her.
The moment their eyes met, a sickening smirk spread across the man's face. Run. Her instincts screamed at her.
She turned sharply, stumbling forward. The nearest door—Room 606— she pushed inside blindly, locking it behind her.
Her hands trembled as she reached for the bedside table, knocking over a glass. The sound of something crashing to the floor echoed in the room.
"Hello?" she called weakly. "Can I get some water?"
The sound of splashing water stopped. A deep voice replied from the bathroom, "Who's there?"
Lucy leaned against the wall, struggling to stay upright. "I… I need water."
The bathroom door opened, and Nicholas Lazarus stepped out, a towel around his neck. His sharp features, piercing eyes, and commanding presence took Lucy by surprise,
his gaze landed on a slender figure swaying in the dark. He couldn't see her clearly, but the faint glow from the window illuminated her wide, desperate eyes.
Woman get off my room for your own good
still feeling dizzy Lucy walked towards him, Nick took a step forward, watching as she staggered toward him. Before he could say a word, she was almost falling down .
He caught her just in time, feeling the unnatural heat radiating off her body. His grip tightened. She was drugged.
"Water…" she murmured, her voice breathless.
"Who sent you?" His voice was low, dangerous.
She didn't answer. She only gripped him tighter, pressing against him, making him tense.
"Please… it's so hot…" she whimpered.
Nick exhaled sharply, his jaw clenching. Her scent—light, intoxicating—wrapped around him. His muscles tightened as she shifted against him, her soft fingers grazing his skin.
"Leave," he ordered, voice rough.
But she didn't.
Her delicate hands ran across his chest, her body trembling against his. His restraint snapped.
'I don' feel so good sir" her eyes blurry
Nicholas looked down to look at her and a drop of water fell on Lucy's face she looked up and there lips brushed and she licked her lips
as if it is the sign He was waiting for he started kissing passionately her he threw her on the bed removing her dress swiftly
"What are you doing" Lucy said when he left her lips for a while and before she could continue he captured her lips once again
"You brought this upon yourself lady" he said his voice intimidating, the night was filled with tears, moans and pain