Alexander was currently suffering through yet another blind date arranged by his mother.
Across from him sat a beautiful young woman from a wealthy family, dressed elegantly and smiling sweetly at him.
Unfortunately, Alexander couldn’t remember a single thing she had said during the last thirty minutes.
His mind was elsewhere.
More specifically, it was on his mother’s obsession with becoming a grandmother.
Ever since he turned thirty, she had practically declared war on his bachelor life.
Every week, there was a new blind date.
A new daughter from a prominent family.
A new attempt to push him toward marriage.
What he hadn’t expected was for her to take things this far.
A wave of heat surged through his body.
Alexander loosened his tie and frowned.
His sharp instincts immediately sensed something was wrong.
The wine.
His mother had tampered with his drink.
The realization darkened his expression.
“Unbelievable.”
The woman sitting across from him blinked.
“Mr Kim?”
Alexander stood abruptly.
“I’m sorry. Something urgent came up.”
Without waiting for a response, he turned and left.
The heat spreading through his body grew stronger with every step.
His jaw clenched.
Is it my fault she wants a grandchild so badly?
He pulled out his phone and called his assistant.
No answer.
He tried again.
Still nothing.
His grip tightened around the phone.
Perfect timing.
The drug was affecting him faster than expected.
He needed somewhere private.
Fast.
The hotel upstairs seemed like the safest option.
Within minutes, he booked a room and headed straight for it.
The moment he entered, he closed the door behind him.
His breathing had become heavier.
Without wasting any time, he walked straight to the bathroom his steps unsteady.
His skin was burning.
A slow, creeping fire that started in his chest and spread to his limbs.
Cold water.
I need cold water.
He stripped off his clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor.
The bathtub was large, white, and inviting.
He turned the tap and let the cold water rush in, filling it until the surface was still and clear.
He stepped in.
The shock of the cold made him gasp, but it didn’t help.
The fire inside him only grew hotter, coiling in his stomach, tightening his muscles.
He lay back, his head resting on the edge of the tub.
His eyes closed.
His lips were dry, and he bit down on them, hard, trying to focus on the pain instead of the heat.
The room was silent.
Then, a loud thud.
His eyes snapped open.
What was that?
The light from the bathroom spilled into the bedroom, and through the glass door, he saw her.
A woman.
Young.
Blonde hair, so pale it looked almost silver.
Her skin was white, almost translucent, like she had never seen the sun.
She was fumbling in the dark, her hands reaching out blindly.
Who is she?
His thoughts raced.
Did my mother send her?
Is this another part of her plan?
Considering what she had already done tonight, sneaking a woman into his room wouldn’t be beyond her.
He remained silent and continued observing.
He watched her through the glass, his breath shallow.
She was beautiful, in a fragile, otherworldly way.
Her stormy blue eyes were wide, confused.
A soft female voice drifted into the room.
“The light is too bright…”
“Ahh, where’s the switch?” she whispered to herself, her voice soft and melodic.
She seemed completely unaware of his presence.
Alexander watched her bump into a chair.
Then a table.
Then the wall.
He almost laughed.
Silly girl,It’s right next to you.
He stayed silent.
He watched her hands brush against the wall, searching.
Finally, her fingers found the switch.
“Finally found you.”
Click.
The room went dark.
Alexander frowned immediately.
Now he couldn’t see anything.
The silence was absolute.
He strained his ears, but there was nothing.
No footsteps.
No breathing.
Did she leave?
He waited.
Nothing.
Slowly, he stood up, the water dripping from his body.
He stepped out of the bathtub, his feet cold on the tiles.
He reached for the door, his hand outstretched.
Then, he hit something soft.
A body.
“Ahhhh!”
A scream.
A stumble.
A fall.
The impact sent him crashing backward, his feet slipping on the wet floor.
He fell into the bathtub, his head snapping back.
Pain shot through his skull as he nearly hit the wall, but his hand shot out, grabbing her arm, pulling her down with him.
Water splashed everywhere.
He landed hard, his back against the bottom of the tub.
She landed on top of him, her body limp, her head resting on his chest.
The water was cold.
She was cold.
Is she dead?
His heart pounded.
He touched her arm, gently.
Her skin was like ice.
“Hey,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.
“Hey. Wake up.”
No response.
He moved his hand to her face, cupping her cheek.
Her skin was so pale.
Her lips were slightly parted.
“Please,” he said, his voice breaking.
“Please don’t be dead.”
He was about to tap her again when he felt a touch down there.
Alexander sucked in a sharp breath as Alyssa’s delicate hand closed around his rigid cock through his shorts.
Her touch was tentative at first, exploring the hard length, but then she started stroking him with increasing pressure and confidence.
“Ohhh…” she breathed, voice slurring slightly.
“Why’s it feel so hard? And getting even bigger in my hand…”
Alexander swallowed thickly, fingers digging into the porcelain edge of the tub.
This was wrong, so very wrong.
But god help him, he couldn’t find the willpower to stop her as he needed it at that moment.
Not when her warm, pliant body was pressed against his back, not when her hot breath gusted over his shoulder as she worked him over.
His resolve was crumbling by the second.
“Fuck,” Alexander groaned, head falling back as she wrestled with his fly.
He should put a stop to this right now.
Shove her hands away and jump out of the tub before he did something he’d really regret.
But when she finally wrapped her fingers around his throbbing cock, he was helpless to do anything but shudder and curse under his breath.
Her touch was clumsy from the alcohol but still so fucking good.
Alexander gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to thrust into her fist.
He’d never been this turned on in his life.
Just as he was about to lose it completely, Alyssa suddenly pulled away.
Cool air rushed over his damp skin and Alexander panted harshly, fighting for control.
Alyssa looked at his dick with disappointment in the dark.
“I thought you were packing more than that. It’s kinda…little.”
Alexander felt a jolt of insult and lust at the same time.
Who the hell called his eight-inch cock little?
He’d show her exactly what this ‘little’ rod could do.
Jaw clenched, he stood abruptly, water sluicing off his bare skin.
Alyssa yelped in surprise as he lifted her easily from the tub, one arm around her waist, the other gripping her ass.
“Let’s take this somewhere more comfortable,” he growled.
“Then I’ll show you what a real man can do with his ‘little’ dick.”