UNFORGETTABLE NIGHT WITH MR CEO

Chapter 2: Mr CEO's game.

Sierra stepped out of the bathroom, with her hands still slightly damp from washing, and made her way back to the receptionist room.

As she entered, she immediately noticed the manager talking to one of the receptionists. The moment the manager saw her, she called out sharply, with her tone hissing through the air.

At this, Sierra’s heart jumped, and she approached nervously.

“I’ve cleaned the clothes, madam,” She said, bowing slightly, with her voice almost trembling.

The manager’s lips curved into a smirk, with her eyes scanning her like she was assessing a delicate piece of glass “Mr. Westwood has requested for two drinks. Go get him a bottle of Château Lafite Rothschild, he’s in the first VIP room. And,” then she added, with her voice dropping, “to secure your job, do whatever he asks you to do.”

Sierra’s heart skipped a beat. She nodded, bowing slightly, though her mind raced with confusion. Do whatever he asks? she thought. It was just a simple mistake, why is everyone treating him like… like a god?

Losing this job was the last thing she could afford; survival had never been easy, and finding work had been a battle.

Then she clutched the clothes in her hands like they were treasures, and walked to the store room where the drinks were kept.

The room smelled faintly of oak and polished wood, the shelves stacked neatly with bottles of expensive wine. Sierra’s fingers trembled as she reached for a chilled bottle of Château Lafite Rothschild.

She grabbed a couple of glasses and carefully placed them on a tray alongside the cleaned jacket. Her breath caught as she tried to steady herself, the weight of her task making her hands shake.

With the tray balanced carefully in her hands, She stepped out of the store room and walked towards the first VIP room.

The corridor was lined with dark, polished wood and golden sconces that cast soft, warm lights.

Her footsteps echoed softly on the marble floor. She stopped briefly to look at the door of the VIP room, it was large, and made of dark mahogany with intricate carvings, the golden handles gleamed under the light, and her heart thudded violently in her chest.

Taking a deep breath, she whispered to herself, “Sierra, brazen up....you can do this.”

Then she knocked lightly on the door, with her knuckles barely making a sound against the polished surface.

Suddenly, Adrian's deep voice came from the room, telling her to come in.

Immediately she pushed the door with trembling hands and saw Adrian being shirtless. His toned chest and defined abs made her instantly look away, with a heat rising in her cheeks as she tried to focus on the tray in her hands.

Before she could fully react, he pulled her fully inside the room. with this, her heart raced, and she clutched the tray tightly, trying not to spill the wine.

The strong smell of alcohol hit her immediately, and her eyes fell on a bottle of the same wine on the nightstand. with that, she noticed Adrian was already drunk.

“I… I’ve come to return your jacket and deliver your drinks, sir,” she said, bowing slightly. “I’m sorry for ruining it. I’ve cleaned it already.”

At that, Adrian smirked, with his eyes darkening with a playful yet dangerous glint. He stepped toward the bed, watching her intently.

Then Sierra carefully placed the tray with the glasses and the jacket on the nightstand, trying to steady her hands. She turned to leave, bowing slightly again, but Adrian, swaying slightly from the alcohol, stepped forward and blocked her path.

He moved closer, and her eyes involuntarily glanced at his broad chest and toned abs.

She swallowed hard, trying to keep her composure. Then Adrian leaned close to her ear, with his warm breath brushing against her skin. “Nobody makes mistakes with me,” he whispered, and the words sents a shiver down her spine.

Sierra’s heart skipped another beat as she recalled the warnings from the other staff earlier in the day. “I… I’m sorry, sir,” she stammered. “I didn’t mean to ruin your jacket. I was just being foolish.”

Adrian smiled, a smile that was impossible to read, both charming and intimidating.

“You shouldn’t have made the mistake right? So why don’t you just pay for it?”

Before she could respond, he grabbed her waist gently but firmly, pressing her against his chest. She could feel the warmth radiating from him, and her pulse pounded in her ears.

Then Adrian whispered again, with his voice low and intoxicating. “Let’s play a game.”

Immediately, Sierra trembled, and the smell of alcohol hit her again.

Adrian guided her back to the nightstand, jerking her hand slightly and positioning her in front of the bottles and said. “Here’s the game, If you finish these two glasses of wine, I’ll let you go.”

At that, Sierra nodded slightly, knowing she didn’t normally drink, but understanding that this was her way to apologize and keep her job.

Just then, Adrian slurred, “Ready?”

Sierra nodded, He poured the wine into the glasses with sloppy but deliberate movements and handed one to her. “Here you go.”

She took it carefully, feeling the weight of the glass and the tension in the room. She sipped immediately, and the strong taste burned her throat.

In. that moment, Adrian walked to the bed and sat, watching her quietly.

“You can have your seat, miss,” he said, pointing to a couch across the room.

Sierra placed the half empty first glass back on the tray, picked it up, and walked to the couch. She sat down and began drinking steadily.

The alcohol made her head spin slightly, but she kept going. Soon, she finished the first and moved on to the second.

Adrian laughed softly, watching her wobble slightly. Her hands shook as she held the glass, but she kept drinking, knowing this was the only way to make things right. By the time she finished, a warm, dizzy haze wrapped around her, and her steps faltered.

“I… I finished the wine, Mr. Westwood … I guess I’m free now,” she slurred, giggling as she rose and swayed toward him.

Suddenly, the room tilted. Her vision blurred, and she stumbled forward, crashing against him. Instantly, she landed on his chest, and they tumbled back onto the bed together.

Then she giggled again and said sluggishly “Mr. Westwood… can I go now?”

“Yes, miss,” Adrian said, with his voice being low and slurred.

With that, She tried to sit up, but her body refused. She wobbled and fell back, pressed fully against him.

Their eyes locked, and the room spun around them. In that moment, their lips met and lingered for a second before parting.

Suddenly, Sierra tilted her head, and her lips brushing his again.

Adrian responded instantly, deepening the kiss. His hands slid down her back, holding her tight, while her fingers clutched at his shoulders and tangled in his hair.

They moved together, with their bodies burning.

With a sudden shift, Adrian rolled slightly, pinning her beneath him. His lips returned to hers, kissing her hungrily, almost desperate.

Sierra gasped into his mouth, pressing herself closer, surrendering completely. Then Adrian groaned, with his lips trailing from her mouth to her jaw, down her neck.

He left soft marks along her skin, tasting her, claiming her with heated bites that made her tremble.

She moaned softly, arching against him, her body trembling with warmth and desire.

And as the kiss deepened, Adrian tugged at her clothes, slipping them away until nothing separated them. Then he positioned himself against her.

She gasped as he entered her, a sharp cry melting into a moan of pleasure. The feeling rushed through her, and her body was shaking under him.

Just as the heat rose higher, Adrian pounded her harder, and their bodies moved together quickly, until the night refused to let them stop.