A Love for Every Curve

The Royal Azure Hotel, an ES Group property. 6:00 PM. The magnificent lobby, where crystal chandeliers cascaded light like molten gold, was abruptly torn by a slender silhouette. Eleanor "Ellie" Dane, phone clutched tight in her hand, swept through the lavish grandeur like a cold draft. Her forehead was slick with perspiration, and her heart hammered a furious rhythm against her ribs. Minutes earlier, an anonymous message had landed like a thunderbolt: her fiancé was having an affair, right here, in this very hotel. Though her body ached from a grueling workday, she had raced over, clinging to the fragile hope that it was all a cruel, desperate mistake. The elevator doors hissed shut. As she ascended to the 12th floor, her heartbeat accelerated to a choking pace. She paused before Room 125. The door was unlocked—a chilling, silent alarm. Ellie sucked in a deep, steadying breath, swallowed hard, and gently pushed the door ajar. She didn't need to step further. The truth assaulted her senses: discarded men’s and women’s clothing lay scattered on the floor, a blatant, naked testament. She froze, each footfall dragging as she moved toward the bedroom door. Hot, raucous sounds spilled out from within, so loud that one could instantly picture the depraved scenario unfolding. “Oh… Ethan, you’re so good!” The woman’s voice, consumed by raw desire, was sultry and provocative. “Hmm, you little minx…” A man’s husky, low voice rumbled in response. Ellie’s world crumbled beneath her. That voice. She recognized it instantly. It was Ethan Ryder—her boyfriend of two years, her fiancé, the man she was scheduled to marry in just two months. “You’re naughty, aren’t you? Getting married in two months and still hopping into bed with others… Ah!” “You think I’m a monk? Two years of dating and you wouldn’t let me touch you. Only a fool would keep waiting.” Hot tears streamed down Ellie’s cheeks. The pain, the crushing disappointment, and the burning humiliation were unbearable. This was the man she loved more than life, the one she had trusted implicitly, now laying bare the most vicious of betrayals. She stood petrified until Ethan's low groan signaled the end of the sordid act. The bedroom door swung open. The girl, clad only in Ethan’s oversized dress shirt, stepped out. “Oh—!” She flinched, but recovered in a heartbeat. A cold, cynical smile curved her lips. Hearing the gasp, Ethan quickly followed. When his eyes locked onto Ellie, he turned to stone. Why was she here? “Sophia Walsh?” Ellie was the first to regain composure, her voice chillingly calm. “It’s me, but Ellie, things aren’t what you think.” Sophia—Ellie’s old college acquaintance. A chance encounter had led her to meet Ethan. Who knew that coincidence would lead to her climbing into this bed of betrayal? Sophia quickly dissolved into a feigned sob, sheltering behind Ethan’s back. But Ethan no longer had the presence of mind to protect anyone. He rushed towards Ellie, his voice trembling and urgent: “Ellie, let me explain. The truth is…” Tears streaming down her face, Ellie looked straight at him, her eyes shattered: “Enough, Ethan Ryder. You’re still lying even now. I am truly disappointed in you.” She spun around, bolting out of the room reeking of infidelity. Ethan scrambled to pull on his clothes, throwing his suit jacket over his shoulders, completely abandoning Sophia in his shirt. He couldn't lose her. Absolutely not! As Ethan hurried after her, a malicious, triumphant smirk played on Sophia’s lips. No one knew that she was the one who had sent that anonymous message. Who was Sophia Walsh? What she wanted, she would take, no matter the scheme. And Ethan Ryder was the plump catch she craved. Ellie ran down the hallway. She knew if she continued like this, Ethan would surely catch her. Suddenly, in the distance, a tall, imposing male figure was opening the door to a private suite. Without thinking, without hesitation, in a moment of panic and sheer despair, she took a desperate gamble—she darted forward, seized the stranger’s arm, and forcefully pulled him into the room.