Hospitality Man Series I: His Babymaker Client (ENGLISH VERSION)

CHAPTER 15

Sapphire's POV

I WOKE before Pervince. He was still draped over me, his body warm and heavy against mine. Even in sleep, he looked impossibly serene, his features relaxed, the exhaustion evident.

A small smile tugged at my lips as I placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. Carefully, I slipped out from beneath him, lifting his arm off me with the lightest touch. As I moved away, the blanket slipped lower, revealing the sculpted lines of his back—and lower still, the curve of him beneath the dim lighting. Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I quickly pulled the blanket up to cover him.

I reached for the plush robe hanging over the headboard, slipping it over my shoulders before making my way to the bathroom. Every step sent a lingering ache through me, a sharp but undeniable reminder of the moments before.

Once inside, I turned on the sink and splashed cool water onto my face. As I stared at my reflection, my mind raced with the questions I had been avoiding.

"Why didn’t I stop him?" My voice was barely above a whisper as I traced the rim of the sink with my fingertips.

I could have refused. I could have pushed him away, fought harder. And yet… I hadn’t. He hadn’t even held me down—his touch had been firm but never forceful. So why? Why had I let him have me?

A soft groan escaped my lips as I raked my fingers through my hair, frustrated with myself. My gaze dropped lower, and the sight made me freeze.

Red.

A shiver ran through me as I turned slightly, inspecting myself. Was he really… that big? My face burned at the thought. The sensation of him, the way I had barely been able to wrap my fingers around his length—it made my breath hitch. Had I really been that desperate, that eager to take him inside me?

I shook my head quickly, trying to push away the embarrassment.

After taking a moment to regain composure, I stepped out of the bathroom and moved toward the cart where our untouched food had been left from last night. The faint scent of coffee and something sweet lingered in the air.

I was just about to lift the tray when I heard the sheets rustle behind me.

Pervince stirred, stretching lazily before his drowsy gaze landed on me. A slow, lopsided smile formed on his lips.

"You're awake," I said softly, my voice lighter than I intended. "Are you hungry?"

He only nodded in response, that lazy smirk still in place.

I hesitated before grabbing the tray and walking toward him, but before I could settle down, he shifted, resting his head against my lap with a content sigh.

I stiffened. "W-What are you doing?"

"Getting comfortable." His voice was deep, slightly husky from sleep.

I narrowed my eyes. "My lap isn’t a pillow, you know."

"But I like it," he murmured, eyes fluttering shut.

I sighed, but let him be.

As I set the tray down, I cleared my throat, trying to regain some sense of control. "Anyway… thank you. The matter is settled now, and all that’s left is to wait for the result. In about a week, I'll know for sure. After that, I’ll transfer the payment to your account, as promised."

Pervince opened one eye, amusement flickering within its depths. "Finished?" he repeated, his tone teasing.

I frowned. "You know what I mean. The… the thing. You’ve done your part. You’ve probably already—” I swallowed hard, then forced the words out, “—impregnated me."

A chuckle rumbled in his chest. "Oh? And what makes you so sure?"

I blinked, confused. "You… you finished inside me, didn’t you?"

His smirk deepened. "Did I?"

I stared at him, my mind reeling. "What—what do you mean? You—you shuddered, you tensed—I felt it!"

"That was just for show," he admitted, the corner of his lips twitching.

I stared in disbelief, heat rising to my face. "You're joking."

His laughter softened as he lifted his head slightly, inching closer. I instinctively leaned back, my body sinking into the mattress beneath me until I was fully pressed against the pillows.

He followed, hovering above me now, his gaze locking onto mine.

"If you're so worried about it," he murmured, his voice dipping into something far more dangerous, "we can always try again."

I sucked in a breath as he reached for the belt of my robe, tugging it loose with agonizing slowness.

“W-Wait… not now,” I stammered. "T-Tomorrow."

He arched a brow. "Tomorrow?"

"I mean—" I swallowed, my voice dropping to a whisper, "the fixed date."

His smirk returned.

"I'm honored, you know," he murmured against my ear. "To be your first, Saphire."

I bit my lip, but the warmth in his voice sent a shiver down my spine.

"A-Ah, well…" I let out an awkward laugh, trying to brush it off. "Anyway, you don’t have to call me ‘Miss.’ Just… just Saphire is fine."

He tilted his head, considering. "Saphire, huh? You sure you want me to say your name like that?"

The way he said it—low, rich, teasing—made my breath hitch.

I nodded quickly. "Y-Yeah. Besides… you're older than me, aren’t you?"

His smirk softened. "Three years."

A small silence stretched between us, thick with something unspoken. Then, I felt it.

My breath caught as I realized what had been pressing against my stomach all this time. Firm. Hard. Unmistakable.

Oh god.

Before I could react, he moved lower, fingers grazing the edges of my robe. His eyes darkened as he gazed at me, something unreadable flickering within them.

I didn’t stop him.

I didn’t want to.

I had a thought I wanted to bring up with him.

“Uhm… Pervince, can I ask you something? If it’s okay with you.”

He reached out, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear before giving me a soft smile.

“Of course. Ask me anything.”

I hesitated for a second, unsure if my question would offend him. But curiosity got the better of me.

“Apart from working as a waiter in a coffee shop… why do you—” I paused, searching for the right words. “Why do you let yourself be… used by other women?”

He simply smirked, completely unbothered. “I see myself as a personal pleasure device… something that any lonely woman can buy and use whenever she pleases.”

His casual tone unsettled me. It was as if he had reduced himself to nothing more than a commodity.

“I hope that after our deal… you’ll stop doing this.” My voice was softer now. “The seven million, I hope it’ll be enough for you to turn your life around.”

His expression shifted slightly, the playfulness in his eyes dimming just a little.

“You sound concerned.” His lips curved again, teasing this time. “Why? Do you want me to change?”

I swallowed. “I just think… it’s a waste. You have the looks, the presence. You could be a model if you wanted to.”

He let out a small chuckle. “Funny. My uncle once told me the same thing, offered me a shot at modeling. But I turned it down.”

That piqued my curiosity. “Your uncle? Who is he?”

His smile returned, but this time, it felt like a mask. “He’s no one important.”

I wanted to press further, but something in his expression told me to let it go. Instead, I sighed.

“I just hope you really will change,” I said softly.

“I will,” he said, his voice laced with something unreadable. “But only if you agree to one condition.”

I eyed him warily. “A condition? What is it?”

“Go out with me,” he said simply, his gaze unwavering. “I want to get to know you more.”

My heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t be serious, could he?

“And what makes you think I’d say yes?” I teased, raising an eyebrow.

His smirk widened as he leaned in, his lips just inches from mine.

“Because if you don’t…” His voice dropped, thick with mischief. “I’ll thrust hard and deep until you do.”

I rolled my eyes at his boldness, but before I could retort, he made good on his threat.

“A-ahh—!” A gasp slipped from my lips, a mix of pleasure and pain.

He smirked. “Told you, didn’t I?”

I clenched my fists against his shoulders, my face heating up. “F-Fine! Okay, okay! I’ll go out with you! Just stop, please—it still hurts.”

His laughter was rich and teasing. “Do you want me to kiss it better?”

I immediately shook my head, refusing even the thought of it. But that only encouraged him.

Without another word, he pulled away and disappeared beneath the sheets. A shiver ran through me as I felt the warmth of his lips pressing against my tender flesh, a slow, deliberate kiss that made my breath hitch.

By the time he resurfaced, that same infuriatingly charming smile was plastered on his face.

“You are so stubborn,” I muttered, unable to stop the small smile forming on my lips.

He responded by pulling me into a kiss—one that started slow but quickly deepened. He claimed my lips as if they were his, his tongue teasing, exploring, until I found myself returning the favor.

After a long moment, we finally pulled away, catching our breath.

“You should go home and rest,” he murmured, brushing a thumb over my cheek. “I might have overworked you a little.”

I could only nod in agreement.

With a satisfied grin, he finally rolled off me and stood up—completely bare. My eyes widened as I took in the sight of his perfectly sculpted body, the way his muscles moved with effortless grace. Heat rushed to my face, and I quickly looked away.

Thankfully, he reached for the pair of briefs that had somehow ended up on the sofa, then his trousers. How did they even land that far?

I watched as he buttoned up his white shirt before turning his attention back to me. To my horror, he reached down and picked up something from the sheets—my underwear.

Oh no.

He walked toward me, slow and deliberate, and sat at the edge of the bed. Then, with an infuriatingly amused smile, he handed it to me.

I snatched it from his hand, my face burning. He chuckled before leaning in, pressing a kiss to my nose. Then my forehead. Then my lips.

“I guess we only got to use the hotel coupon today… and not the dinner we ordered,” he said, glancing at the untouched plates scattered across the bed.

That was all it took for us to burst into laughter.

After getting dressed, we made our way downstairs. I winced with every step, still feeling sore. Noticing my discomfort, he immediately wrapped an arm around my waist, steadying me as we walked to the waiting taxi.

Before I could get in, he cupped my face and pressed one last lingering kiss on my lips. “I’ll text you,” he whispered against my mouth.

I simply smiled at him before stepping into the car. As we drove away, I found myself touching my lips, a small smile tugging at the corners.