CHAPTER 4- A VIRGIN?
430 Words
Kelvin leaned back into the pillows, still holding the note.
The scent of her perfume lingered like a secret on his skin—sweet, warm, and maddening.
His gaze wandered to the sheets.
Then he saw it.
A red stain, small but unmistakable, like a whisper that screamed.
He stilled.
She was a virgin?
His jaw tensed.
Something shifted in his expression. He wasn’t the type to be fazed by women—he’d had more than his share—but this?
This was different.
He looked again at the crumpled money she'd left.
Most women would have begged for his attention. For a man like him, they chased reputation, power, his billion-dollar name. But this one…
She didn’t ask for anything.
She didn’t take.
Instead she gave.
He chuckled under his breath, dark and amused. “Interesting,” he muttered, eyes flicking back to the red on the sheets. “She left me money… after giving me something priceless.”
He ran a hand through his hair, more disheveled than he realized, when the sound of the door unlocking broke through the silence.
His personal assistant, Raymond, stepped in, tablet in hand.
“Sir, you have the investors’ meeting at—” He froze.
Kelvin hadn’t moved to cover himself. The rumpled sheets were low on his waist, his bare chest still glistening faintly from sleep and sweat. The room smelled like s*x and something heavier—emotion.
Raymond’s eyes flicked to the bed.
To the stain.
To the half-folded note.
His brows lifted—slightly.
“Well, well,” Raymond muttered with a sly grin, already forgetting his agenda. “Rough night, sir?”
Kelvin didn’t respond.
He just turned his head slowly, expression unreadable.
The look he gave could’ve frozen fire.
Raymond raised both hands in mock surrender. “Understood. Shutting up.”
Silence hung.
But in Raymond’s mind, the questions burned.
Who was she? Why is he shaken?
Because his boss, the cold, calculated, devilishly ruthless CEO of Illusionary design enterprise, had never once looked disoriented after a night with a woman.
But now…
He looked like a man haunted.
Kelvin exhaled slowly, folding the note and slipping it into the drawer beside the bed.
“She made a mistake,” he murmured—almost to himself. “And I don’t think she even knows what she’s just done.”
Raymond didn’t ask. He knew better.
But he also knew one thing:
Whoever she was, she had just triggered something in the most dangerous man in the city.
And when Kelvin wanted answers… he always got them.
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