THE BILLIONAIRE's HIDDEN HEIR

CRAZY NIGHT

Natasha stood up, her voice firm. "Rachel, that's enough!"

But Aurora just laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "No, Natasha, let her be. She's just proving my point."

Rachel's words cut deep. "You're just a lowly, shameless nobody, Aurora. You've always been and always will be."

Aurora's eyes blazed with anger. She grabbed a drink from the table, not caring who it belonged to, and downed it in one gulp. Then, with a fierce cry, she shattered the glass cup in her hand. The sound of shattering glass and her own cry of pain filled the room.

Everyone gasped in shock as Aurora's hand began to bleed profusely. Natasha rushed to her side, worry etched on her face. "Aurora, what's wrong with you? Why would you hurt yourself like that?"

Aurora's voice was cold, detached. " yes,I'm just a shameless, lowly nobody, Natasha. I inherited a washed-down shop from my mother. I'm nothing."

With that, she turned and stormed out of the club, leaving a trail of stunned faces behind. Natasha called after her, but Aurora didn't look back.

As she stumbled out into the night air, her vision began to blur. She felt herself falling, but just before she hit the ground, she was caught by something soft and warm. She smelled a sweet, familiar cologne and looked up to see a handsome stranger cradling her in his arms.

His eyes were piercing blue, his jawline chiseled, and his hair dark and messy. Aurora's heart skipped a beat as she stared up at him, her mind foggy.

Aurora's head spun, her words slurring. She gazed up at the stranger, his face a blur. "Are you...the Grim Reaper? Come to take my soul?"

The man's eyes widened in surprise. "Uh, no. I'm just a guy who caught you when you fell."

Aurora's words tumbled out in a bitter rush. "I can't believe I'm going to die like this. I've never tasted the sweetness of life. I'm even a virgin. Is this how I'm going to die?"

The stranger's eyes widened further. "Uh, I think you've had too much to drink."

Aurora shook her head, her hair tossing wildly. "No, I've only had one glass. I'm not drunk, I swear."

She raised her hand to demonstrate, but the stranger's eyes locked onto the bruise and cut on her palm. "You could die if you don't get that treated," he said, his voice firm.

He gently guided her to a nearby couch and sat her down. "Wait here, I'll be right back." He pulled out a handkerchief and tied it around her wounded hand.

As the stranger left, Aurora's tipsiness intensified. She felt like she was melting, her body temperature soaring. "Why am I so hot?" she exclaimed, fanning herself with her hand.

In her haze, she removed her cross-body bag and began to unbutton her top, revealing her cleavage. Two men walking by caught sight of her and exchanged a lecherous glance.

"Wow, she's got something there," one of them said, eyeing her chest.

"Looks like she's drunk and alone," the other man said, his voice dripping with malice. "We can have some fun with her tonight."

They approached Aurora, calling her "beauty" and asking if she was alone. Aurora, still disoriented, just kept repeating, "I'm so hot..."

One of the men tried to record her with his phone, but before he could, the stranger reappeared out of nowhere. He grabbed the man's hand, twisting it painfully, causing him to drop the phone.

The stranger smashed the phone with his foot, and the man screamed in agony as the stranger tried to break his hand. The man begged and managed to pull away, fleeing with his friend.

Aurora, still tipsy, looked up at the stranger in confusion. "What...what just happened?" she slurred.

The stranger's face was grim, his eyes blazing with anger. "You're coming with me," he said, scooping her up in his arms. "You're not safe here."

The stranger asked for her address, but Aurora's mind was a haze. She tried to recall, but the numbers and streets swirled together. "I...I don't know," she admitted, feeling embarrassed.

As they stood there, the sky opened up, and rain poured down. The stranger spotted a motel next to the club and swiftly carried her inside. While he tried to rent a room, Aurora's words tumbled out in a nonsensical stream.

"I can't believe I'm spending my first night with a Grim Reaper in a motel," she said, giggling. "Don't get a condom, I'm tight...I've never done it before. I heard it will hurt."

The person behind the counter stared at them, eyebrows raised. The stranger's face turned beet red with embarrassment. "Ignore her, she's had too much to drink," he explained.

Aurora continued to ramble, unaware of the scene she was causing. "I'm a virgin...I don't want it to hurt...Grim Reaper, please be gentle..."

Ethan quickly paid for the room and whisked Aurora away, trying to escape the awkward situation. As they entered the motel room, he set her down on the bed and tried to calm her down.

Ethan's hands moved gently as he applied an ointment to her wound, then carefully plastered it. "I've paid for the room," he said. "You can stay here tonight. By tomorrow, you'll be okay to leave."

As he turned to leave, Aurora grasped his hand, her eyes pleading. "Don't go," she said, her voice trembling. "I don't understand why everyone leaves me. I know I have bad luck with people leaving, but I don't want you to go."

Ethan tried to pull away, but Aurora held tight. She stood up, her body swaying slightly, and kissed him. Ethan tried to resist, but Aurora's lips were insistent. After a brief struggle, he pulled away, his face flushed.

" you're drunk. You'll regret this tomorrow," he said, his voice firm but gentle.

Aurora's finger silenced him. "I won't regret anything," she said, her eyes burning with intensity. "I just want this night to be like this."

She leaned in, her lips crashing against Ethan's. The kiss deepened, their mouths moving in sync. Ethan's resistance crumbled, and he wrapped his arms around Aurora, pulling her close.

As they kissed, Aurora's hands roamed, removing her clothes. She stood before Elijah, her bra and skirt the only barriers between them. Elijah's eyes drank in the sight, his face set in a fierce expression.

Ethan's eyes locked onto Aurora's, his gaze were burning with desire. He stared at her, his face twisted in a mixture of lust and restraint. Aurora's bra and skirt seemed to be melting under his gaze, her skin tingling with anticipation.

"Do you like what you see?" Aurora asked, her voice husky and confident.

Ethan's eyes roamed over her body, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. He nodded, his voice caught in his throat.

Aurora's smile was sultry, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She took a step closer, her body swaying to an unheard rhythm. The man's eyes followed her every move, his hands clenched into fists.

Without a word, Aurora reached behind her and unclasped her bra. It fell to the floor with a soft whisper, leaving her bare-breasted and vulnerable. The man's eyes widened, his face pale with desire.

Aurora's hands moved to her skirt, her fingers teasing the zipper. The man's eyes locked onto the movement, his breath catching in his throat. With a slow, deliberate motion, Aurora slid the skirt down her legs, leaving her standing in only her panties.

The man's gaze devoured her, his eyes burning with an inner fire. Aurora's smile was triumphant, her body glowing with a fierce inner light. With a gentle push, Aurora sent Elijah tumbling onto the bed. She climbed onto him, her body pressing against his.