Married in a Flash: The Billionaire’s Nightly Obsession

Lily slowly opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling. She carefully lifted the corner of the blanket, sitting up slowly, trying not to make a sound. She gently slid off the bed, avoiding looking at the man beside her. Her pale feet touched the cold floor, and the chill quickly seeped into her body, making her shiver involuntarily. Lily bent down to pick up the scattered clothes on the floor. They were the standard uniform of the club’s service staff— a tight skirt, a white shirt, and a black jacket, symbols of her place in this world. Her hands trembled slightly, clearly still shaken from the panic of last night. She quickly dressed, her fair skin reddening slightly as she did, a reaction to her nervousness and embarrassment. She took a deep breath, preparing to leave the room. But her eyes unconsciously flickered to the man on the bed. He was still asleep, his brows furrowed slightly, as if haunted by nightmares. Lily’s emotions became even more complex. Last night’s events echoed in her mind. Calm down. She had to stay calm, she reminded herself. She knew that last night had been an accident, but there was nothing to explain. He probably thought she was just like the other women—someone who climbed into his bed after he got drunk, hoping to blackmail him for some easy money when he woke up. She picked up her phone from the nightstand, glancing at the messages on the screen. Then, her gaze stopped on the man’s phone. It had somehow ended up mixed with hers last night. Her heart raced, and her face turned slightly red, realizing that certain details of last night had left her feeling even more confused. “Mr. Black, do you prefer cash or a bank transfer?” she finally spoke, her voice calm but with a faint tremble. But the man didn’t respond immediately. He just furrowed his brows slightly, as though still caught between dreams and reality. The blanket was carelessly draped over him, revealing his muscular chest and toned body, causing Lily’s heartbeat to accelerate. She took a deep breath, trying to stay composed, and held out her bank card, waiting for his reaction. The room was silent, only the faint change in temperature of the air and the occasional sound of wind from outside. After a long pause, the man’s deep voice finally spoke. “First time?” Lily froze, then lowered her head, nodding silently, her eyes avoiding his. Her cheeks flushed, making her even more alluring, yet also vulnerable and uneasy. Mr. Black narrowed his eyes, observing her response. Clearly, her awkwardness and nervousness confirmed his suspicions. Her actions were so clumsy, almost laughably inexperienced. “How much do you think is appropriate?” he asked, raising his gaze to meet hers. His icy stare sent a chill down Lily’s spine. She felt confused, her eyes dimming. The man’s gaze held a trace of contempt—mockery that she couldn’t ignore. Had he forgotten what happened last night? Did he think she was just another woman who crawled into his bed, hoping to blackmail him once he woke up, knowing that Mr. Black and his family were known for their power and wealth in this city? But Lily knew the truth wasn’t like that. Last night, she was just an ordinary club waitress, temporarily assigned to the private room service. The guest in room 618 was the VIP among all VIPs, and the most important one was Mr. Black. He wasn’t just a businessman—he ruled the entire underworld. Lily remembered walking into the room and seeing them playing cards. Mr. Black raised his head, his gaze meeting hers. In that moment, his eyes were cold and firm, showing no emotion, as if she was just a passing stranger. She quickly averted her gaze, quietly standing aside to clean the table, brew tea, and change wet towels for each of the VIP guests. She knew that as a waitress, her job was to provide the best service without disturbing them. Soon after, Mr. Black’s phone rang. He casually raised his hand, signaling for Lily to come closer. His meaning was clear—he needed to step away and needed someone to continue playing the game in his place. The other waitresses didn’t dare to touch the cards, but Lily had no choice but to comply. Lily didn’t enjoy playing cards, especially since she wasn’t very good at it. Her mother had once taught her, but her skills were mediocre at best. She understood that the other waitresses would perform better, but since Mr. Black had specifically chosen her, she couldn’t refuse. One of Velvet Nocturne’s rules was that the waitstaff must meet all reasonable requests from guests, or their wages would be docked, and they would face criticism from their colleagues. So, she sat down at Mr. Black’s seat and began her first round of cards. The game became increasingly complicated, and eventually, she lost almost seventy thousand. Her palms were sweaty, and her heart raced. She almost couldn’t continue. But then, Mr. Black extended his hand from behind her and gently guided her. “Play the second card.” Lily’s fingers trembled as she played the card, and in that instant, Mr. Black brushed past her ear, gently grazing her earlobe. The faint scent of cologne mixed with the aroma of tobacco teased her senses. She didn’t turn around, maintaining a poised stance as she continued her duties. As the next few rounds progressed, her performance gradually earned Mr. Black’s approval. With his guidance, her confidence in the game slowly returned, and she began winning back the losses she had suffered. When the final round ended, Lily stood to leave her seat, but Mr. Black gently placed his hand on her shoulder. “Stay.” The phone rang again, and Mr. Black stood up, heading toward the balcony. The room suddenly became quiet, and several of the young men exchanged glances, as if surprised by Lily’s performance. She had exceeded their expectations. “Man and woman pairing—this job’s not so bad,” some of the young men teased, pulling out cash. “Mr. Black, this move is ruthless. If you bring in another beautiful woman, we’ll lose on purpose without hesitation.” “Beautiful lady, are you Mr. Black’s secret weapon?” Lily smiled faintly, understanding that they were only joking. She didn’t say much, just politely nodded before stepping back into her corner, continuing to serve tea, refill drinks, and stay busy until the night grew late. By 3:30 AM, everyone had left. Lily began cleaning up, helping the drunk guests leave. She worked as usual, until the last person left the room. She returned to the private room, only to find Mr. Black still there. The driver had been waiting, ready to take him home, but for some reason, Mr. Black hadn’t left yet. “Lily, hurry up. Help Mr. Black upstairs to rest,” the manager handed her a room card, urging her to hurry. Without thinking, she quickly followed Mr. Black and the driver into the elevator, heading straight for the penthouse suite on the top floor. The door opened, and the driver helped Mr. Black into the room. Lily busied herself, preparing honey water to sober him up, planning to leave afterward. “Please hand me the hot towel.” Lily turned to get the towel, and by the time she returned from the bathroom, the driver had already left. It was just her and the now-awake Mr. Black. He was sitting on the sofa, his cold gaze fixed on her, like a hunter staring at its prey.