Get dressed
1016 Words
Renée reached the famous seven-star hotel. Mark handed her the card key and said, "Miss Findlay, I will pick you up in the morning on my boss's order."
"Thank you." Renée took the card key from him. "Killian has a girlfriend. Then, why is he marrying me? Does his girlfriend know he will become my husband tomorrow?" she asked.
"I take my leave here," Mark bowed his head lightly and walked away without answering her question.
"Bastard!" Renée muttered and inserted the card key on the door lock.
She stepped into the luxurious suite, and the opulence immediately overwhelmed her senses. The soft glow of the white lights bounced off the polished marble floors, casting a serene ambiance throughout the room. Everything screamed of understated elegance—the velvet couches, the plush carpets, and the floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the city skyline.
She couldn’t help but let her jaw drop. It was as if she had just walked into a movie set or perhaps a billionaire’s dream.
“This… this is what it means to be wealthy,” Renée whispered to herself, still in awe. She moved slowly through the suite, her fingers brushing against the silk curtains and gleaming countertops, admiring every single detail. From the crystal chandeliers to the sleek, modern design of the furniture, the entire suite oozed luxury.
Renée crossed the spacious suite and stopped at the floor-to-ceiling window, her hands pressed against the cool glass, her forehead resting lightly against it as she gazed out at the dazzling cityscape illuminated by the night.
The twinkling lights stretched endlessly before her, vibrant and full of life, but they did little to fill the emptiness gnawing at her chest. She had never realized how beautiful the city could look at night, but now, even this breathtaking view couldn’t distract her from the ache inside.
Her godfather’s house, the one she had grown up in, was no longer hers. Her ex took everything back from him.
"I have to get that house back," Renée muttered, her voice filled with determination. "That fraudster stole everything from me." Her thoughts were interrupted by the sharp growl of her stomach.
She hadn't eaten anything since morning, too consumed by her troubles to notice. Deciding to indulge herself, she ordered a feast through room service—more food than she needed, but she didn’t care. She deserved it.
As the sumptuous meal arrived, Renée settled in front of the TV, mindlessly flipping through channels as she devoured the dishes. Once her hunger was sated, she curled up on the plush couch, feeling exhaustion tug at her.
Reaching for her phone, she noticed the screen flooded with missed calls and unread messages. Her breath hitched as she saw that her pay for the last ten days had been credited. She had worked tirelessly, pouring herself into the job, yet this was how they repaid her.
"I gave everything, and in the end, they did this to me... But how Shawn knew the higher-ups," Renée whispered, her voice trembling as tears welled up in her eyes, finally spilling over.
For nearly an hour, Renée sat there, crying quietly as the weight of everything crashed down on her. She promised herself that after today, she would no longer allow herself to break like this. Wiping her tears with the back of her hand, she ran her fingers through her tangled hair and straightened up, trying to pull herself together.
"Lucy and Shawn," she muttered with steely resolve. "They have to pay. I won’t let them live in peace."
Determined, Renée stood up and pulled off her top, heading to the bathroom. The sight that greeted her made her pause—everything about it screamed luxury. The marble tiles gleamed under the soft light, and every imaginable bath product, each from a high-end brand, was neatly arranged on the counter. For a moment, she allowed herself to marvel at the indulgence around her.
She turned on the faucet and filled the grand bathtub, adding a generous amount of foaming bath liquid.
As the bubbles frothed to the surface, Renée stepped into the warm water, letting the heat relax her tense muscles.
For just a moment, she closed her eyes and leaned back, wishing she could hold on to this luxury for longer than a day. But even if it was only temporary, she was determined to savor it fully.
After a long, relaxing bath, Renée stepped back into the room, a towel wrapped around her body while her damp hair cascaded down her back in loose waves.
She walked toward the large window again, staring out at the city, lost in thought. Her hand absentmindedly moved to the knot of her towel, loosening it as she turned around, letting the fabric slip from her body.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Renée screamed, her voice piercing the room when her eyes met Killian’s unwavering gaze. He stood there, not blinking, his eyes fixed on her exposed figure.
In an instant, Killian closed the distance between them, grabbing the towel and wrapping it back around her. His hand moved quickly to her lips, silencing her with a firm but gentle touch. "Stay quiet," he commanded in a low voice.
Renée, too shocked to react, complied, clutching the towel to her chest, her heart racing.
"Wh-why… How did you get in here?" she stammered, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "Forget everything! Don’t you dare remember this!" she blurted out with a flustered look.
Killian’s expression remained impassive as he looked her up and down. His reaction showed he was unimpressed. "There was nothing to remember. You have a plain body, which, for the record, is not my type," he said bluntly, taking a step back.
Humiliation and anger surged through Renée, her face burning even hotter from his cold remark.
"Get dressed. We need to talk," Killian added casually, walking over to sit in the armchair, as if nothing had just happened.
Without another word, Renée bolted out of his sight, mortified, while behind her, Killian let out a low chuckle, clearly amused by her reaction.
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