Paris stood by the large window in her suite, the city lights twinkling like diamonds beneath her. A soft knock on the door sent shivers down her spine, but she already knew who it was. She didn't have to turn around to confirm.
"Come in," she murmured, swirling the wine in her glass, her silk robe slipping off one shoulder.
Mateo stepped inside, shutting the door behind him with a quiet click. He moved with the confidence of a man who knew his worth, who knew exactly what Paris wanted from him. He shrugged off his blazer, unbuttoning his shirt slowly, watching her with dark, knowing eyes.
"You're tense," he said, his voice husky. "Thinking about your husband again?"
Paris scoffed and turned to face him. "Ex-husband, soon enough."
Mateo smirked. "Then why are you drinking alone?" He stepped closer, closing the distance between them. "When you know I can make you forget everything."
Paris didn't resist when he reached for her glass, setting it aside. She tilted her head up, her breath hitching as he traced a finger along her collarbone, then lower, over the thin silk of her robe.
"You know what I want," she whispered.
"Say it," he demanded, his lips barely brushing hers.
Paris let out a shaky breath. "I want you."
Mateo didn't need more encouragement. He grabbed her waist and lifted her onto the edge of the grand piano, his mouth crashing against hers. She moaned into him, her fingers tangling in his hair as he devoured her. His hands roamed freely, pulling her closer, deeper into the heat between them.
He took his time, savoring every inch of her like he had all the time in the world. Paris melted beneath him, her body arching in pleasure as he left a trail of kisses down her neck. The intensity, the passion, it was intoxicating, and she was drowning in it.
"You're beautiful, Paris". He murmured, his voice low and rough with emotion.
Her lips curved into a shy smile as her hands found their way to his chest, her fingertips grazing the planes of his body.
Mateo guided her onto the bed, the sheets cool against her skin. His kisses deepened, their intensity growing with each passing second. She felt his hands move over her, learning every line, every curve, as though he were memorizing her by touch.
Paris wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer, their breaths mingling as their bodies intertwined. Every movement, every whisper, felt like a symphony composed only for them, a melody of love and longing.
It started raining outside, but there was only warmth, tenderness, and a love that spoke louder than any words ever could.
He was good at everything, he made love to her following the rhythm of the sound of the rain.
It was one of many nights.
When they finally collapsed onto the bed, tangled in sheets, breathless and satisfied, Mateo propped himself up on one elbow and brushed a strand of hair from her damp forehead. His touch was gentle, but his eyes burned with something dangerous.
"We can't keep doing this in secret forever," he murmured.
Paris smirked, stretching lazily. "Why not? We've been doing it for years."
Mateo's expression darkened. "Levi is done with you. He's toying with the idea of divorce, Paris. He'll cut you off. And when he does, what will you have left?"
Her smirk faltered. "What do you mean?"
"You need to strike before he gets rid of you first." Mateo traced slow circles on her bare shoulder. "If we get rid of him first... then the Jupiter Hotel is ours."
Paris stared at him, her pulse spiking for a different reason now. "Get rid of him? Levi isn't stupid, Mateo. If we make a wrong move he could find out and …"
"That's why we won't make any wrong moves." He cupped her face, tilting it toward him. "Trust me, Paris. You and I, we're stronger together. We take Levi down, and we rule this empire. We help your father's company bloom again, and we can be together without being sneaky about it"
Paris swallowed, her mind spinning. She had spent years trying to get Levi to love her, to at least acknowledge her. But he never would. And now, now this is a way to pay him back. Maybe if she shows him how daring she can be, he would be under her mercy and beg her to be with him.
Her fingers clenched against the sheets. "What do you have in mind?"
Mateo smirked. "Leave that to me, just stop nagging him and try to be as stupid as possible."
***
Meanwhile, Levi sat alone in his penthouse suite, the dim lighting casting long shadows over the sleek furniture. He swirled the bourbon in his glass, staring at the ice as it clinked softly against the crystal.
He should have been thinking about business. About the upcoming meetings, the stocks, the new acquisitions.
But instead, all he could think about was her.
That maid.
Sabi.
Levi exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. What the hell was wrong with him? He didn't get distracted. He didn't get obsessed, he had never thought of a girl this way. Yes, he did find women attractive, a lot of one night stands but this one seemed different, he had never been attracted to one with a low class, never with a maid but she is different. She had the body and aura he desired desperately. He wanted to devour her, have her as his very own. Tie her hands against the bed and make love to her magically.
He was picturing her naked. Those defiant eyes, the way she didn't cower like the others. The way she walked, completely unaware of how much attention she commanded. He hadn't gotten a proper view of her backside before Paris barged in earlier, and that annoyed him more than it should have.
He needed to see her again.
He set down his drink and leaned back, a slow smirk curving his lips. He would find an excuse to run into her tomorrow. Maybe figure out where she'd be and try to make it somewhere more... private.
But one thing was certain,
She intrigued him.
And Levi always got what he wanted.