Evening draped the city in a soft glow, streetlights flickering on. Ethan Nicolas drove his sleek black car, his dark hair slick, green eyes sharp, dressed in a black jacket, black shirt, and black pants—looking sharp. Claire sat beside him, blonde and flirty, giggling at his every word. They were headed to the Grand Elysium—the city's most luxurious hotel—booked by Marcus that afternoon.
On the way, Ethan pulled into a quiet gas station. "Wait here," he said, stepping out. He grabbed a pack of gum from the store—quick, casual—sliding it into his pocket with a smirk. Claire caught his eye through the window, winking. He grinned back, engine humming as they rolled on.
The Grand Elysium towered ahead—glass and gold, gleaming bright. Its facade caught the sunset, glowing fiery orange. Marble pillars framed the entrance, chandeliers sparkled inside, crystals throwing light like stars. Red velvet carpets stretched through the lobby, plush and rich, leading to a grand staircase curving up. The air smelled of jasmine and wealth—pure extravagance. Ethan tossed his keys to the valet, arm around Claire as they walked in.
Their room—the penthouse suite, top floor—was a crucible of luxury and raw energy. Floor-to-ceiling windows stretched across one wall, framing the city below—a chaotic sea of twinkling lights, like embers on a blackened void, the glass shimmering faintly with their reflection. A colossal bed stood at the heart, swathed in black and gold silk sheets that gleamed like liquid metal, rippling with every breath of air. Above, a massive crystal chandelier loomed, its prisms fracturing dim light into golden shards that danced jagged across the walls—sharp, restless, alive.
The marble floor gleamed cold, streaked with silver veins like frozen lightning, each step echoing faintly into the grandeur. A sleek black marble bar stood in the corner, its surface reflecting the chandelier's glow with a menacing sheen, champagne bottles sweating in a silver bucket. A hot tub simmered by the glass wall, steam curling upward, mingling with the faint scent of jasmine and polished wood. Dark velvet panels clad the walls, crimson and deep, pulsing with richness—Ethan flicked on a red bulb, casting a primal, blood-like glow that deepened the shadows into jagged claws. Silk curtains swayed faintly, brass accents glinted like molten gold—the air heavy, charged, a mix of wealth and something untamed.
Claire kicked off her shoes, grinning. "Gonna freshen up," she said, heading to the bathroom. The door clicked shut—water ran, steam drifting out. Ethan paced, loosening his jacket, the room's intensity sinking into him.
She came back—hair damp, a silk robe slipping off one shoulder, skin glowing under the red light. Ethan turned, green eyes glinting. "Come on—let's grab dinner nearby."
Claire smirked, stepping close. "No—today, I need only you for my supper." Her voice dripped with flirtation, heat sparking as she closed the gap. Their eyes locked with intense wild lust—she pulled him into a wild hug, arms wrapping tight, a storm of energy breaking loose in the crimson glow.
Ethan growled low, returning the embrace—her hands gripped his shoulders, her laugh sharp and wild. They stumbled toward the bed, silk sheets rustling as they sank into its embrace. Claire's nails dug into his jacket, teasing and bold. He pushed her back playfully, the chandelier's light cutting across her face—shadows leaped, the red glow pulsing like a heartbeat.
His fingers brushed her neck—a quick, playful nip with his teeth left a faint mark. Claire giggled, her breath quickening, eyes flaring with excitement. "Why are you so wild today?" she purred, voice light, thrilled by the game.
Ethan smirked. "You bring it out," he rasped, voice rough, green eyes burning. They kept going—teasing, laughing, tossing pillows—time melted, the room a whirlwind of heat and shadow. Hours slipped—10 PM to midnight, then 2 AM—the bed a tangle, sheets bunched, pillows scattered, their energy fierce and unbroken under the crimson haze.
At 2 AM, Ethan sat up, catching his breath, green eyes glinting in the red light. "Let's keep it wild—stay up all night," he said, voice low and daring, a flirty edge slicing through.
Claire laughed, wild and winded but eager. "You're trouble," she purred, nodding—energy flaring fast. They dove back in—chasing each other around the room, jumping on the bed, laughter echoing. The bed creaked, the headboard thudding a playful rhythm against the wall. Her hands tugged his hair, his growl rumbled low—the room's velvet walls soaked up their chaos, steam from the hot tub thickening the air. They pushed on—reckless, unstoppable—until 4 AM struck. Finally, they collapsed, breathless and spent, tangled in the crumpled sheets, the red glow dimming as sleep claimed them.
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Morning
Morning light crept through the windows—9 AM glowed on the clock. Claire stirred, blinking, body buzzing from the night. She slipped from the bed, robe loose, heading for her shoes to get ready. Ethan woke, stretching, green eyes sharp. "Where you going?" he asked, voice thick.
"Office," she said, smoothing her hair, still grinning.
He smirked, sitting up. "Nah—next two days, you're off. I'm granting you leave." He reached out, pulling her back to the bed with a playful tug.
Claire laughed, tumbling beside him. "I've missed this—your wild energy—for the last two months."
Ethan raised a brow, smirking. "Two months? You've been ignoring me completely."
She sighed, looking away. "I was depressed."
"For what?" he asked, curious, leaning closer.
"I had a breakup," she said, voice soft.
Ethan laughed, loud and sharp. "Breakup depression? If you loved him that much, why'd you cheat with me?"
Claire paused, thinking, then met his eyes. "You're right—I cheated on him. My love was pure, but after that first time with you, it turned into an addiction. No one's ever matched your spark—the way you tease, the little bites, the thrill you give me. I'm hooked on it—like a pill I need every day, or at least once a week." Her voice turned flirty, playful, eyes glinting.
He chuckled, leaning back. "Hm. Next month, I've got a 7-day business tour to Singapore. Join me—we'll have fun, like a pill three times a day." His tone was flirty, green eyes daring her.
Claire's face lit up, excitement flaring. "One more round before breakfast," she said, grinning wide. They dove back in—tossing pillows, tugging at each other's clothes playfully, laughter filling the room. The bed bounced, sheets flew—their wild energy sparked again, reckless and free, the crimson glow fading into morning light.
To be continued...
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