Nighttime.
Four Seasons Hotel.
"Hurry up, don’t waste time on this pathetic little tramp!" Melissa Thompson’s ten-centimeter pink heels clicked sharply across the marble floor, her flawless makeup twisted in disgust and contempt.
Catherine Pierce had already swiped the room key. “Quit stalling. Dump her on the bed! She was supposed to entertain you guys, but guess what? Mr. Anderson took a liking to her, so you’ll have to wait your turn till he’s done. Then it’s your show.”
The two men behind Melissa looked visibly disappointed but still did as told, tossing Lily Thompson onto the massive king-size bed.
Despite having a strong tolerance for alcohol, Lily had been forced into drinking too much. She’d been caught off guard at Daniel Thompson’s birthday party when her usually distant father suddenly acted loving. That moment of emotional whiplash had her downing drink after drink—before she realized it, she was hammered.
Catherine shot a cold glance at her unconscious stepdaughter, then turned to the two men. “You may not get the full ride yet, but a sneak peek won’t hurt.”
She threw over a paper bag. “Strip her clothes, put this on her—a little something from the kinky collection.”
The men’s eyes lit up with sick excitement and they moved toward Lily, their rough hands already reaching for her soft, flawless skin...
“Alright, enough! You’ll get your turn later. Just get her changed already. If you mess up Mr. Anderson’s night, you won’t even get to breathe near her again,” Melissa snapped, rolling her eyes and glancing at her designer wristwatch.
The two men quickly got back on task, changing Lily’s clothes.
Melissa glared at Lily’s exposed skin, porcelain-like and perfect, her slim but curvy figure making jealousy burn through her like acid. Her eyes flickered with cruel satisfaction. “Call Mr. Anderson soon, tell him we booked the best presidential suite for him right here at the Four Seasons. Everything’s set. He can take his time and enjoy—no need to be shy.”
“I’ll make the call. You’ve got more pressing matters to deal with. Stay sharp.” Catherine’s tone was firm.
Melissa sneered, cocking an eyebrow. “Relax, Mom. After tonight, Justin is mine for sure. And this little slut? Let her face the headlines tomorrow.”
—
“Ding.”
The elevator doors slid open.
An entire pack of huskies stormed out, charging into the lavishly decorated hallway like they owned the place. Heavy panting and the rapid thump of their paws on the polished floor nearly made the corridor sound like a chaotic zoo.
Right behind them, tall and commanding figures followed closely.
At the front of the group, one man stood out—tall, imposing, with an air so cold it sucked the warmth out of the space. His custom leather shoes made a low, rhythmic thud with every precise step, like each had been calibrated to perfection.
The man’s features were almost too perfect, like sculpted by divine hands. But it was his eyes—icy and intimidating—that made people freeze under his gaze.
“Mr. Grant... looks like this room’s already been booked,” his assistant, dressed in a sharp suit and gold-rimmed glasses, said nervously, nearly tripping over his own words.
“Come again?” Ethan Grant stopped dead in his tracks. His handsome face was now shrouded in frost. He shot his assistant a chilling look that could make blood run cold.
“This room was double-booked. Apparently, William and George both requested it. But honestly, who’d dare fight your dogs for this suite?”
The assistant’s lips twitched uncontrollably as he sneaked a glance at the huskies—Ethan’s “boys”—who had now all stopped and were glaring back like they were ready to pounce.
“Right, I’ll go sort it with the front desk right away. I’ll have them move out—immediately.”After his assistant left, Ethan Grant fished a keycard from his pocket and tossed it forward. Instantly, the huskies leapt into the air with excitement, scrambling to grab it.
“William, go open the door!”
Clad in a pink floral outfit, the winning husky darted ahead to the only room on the floor, tail wagging like mad. Standing on his hind legs, he stretched his neck toward the electronic lock.
“Beep”—the lock flashed green.
William turned around, panting with pride, clearly expecting praise.
“Good boy. Go on, take your brothers inside.”
At Ethan’s command, the huskies stormed into the room like a mini avalanche, clearly familiar with the routine.
“You, stay here and keep watch,” Ethan ordered the bodyguards without even glancing back.
…
In a haze, Lily Thompson felt countless wet tongues on her skin—hot and sticky, and very much not pleasant. She weakly flailed a fist.
“Justin… quit messing around…”
But the more she resisted, the more intense it got. Her tiny hands and pale arms were swamped. She could feel warm breaths creeping up her chin... inching toward her lips.
Panicking, she quickly covered her mouth, her head spinning with confusion.
Why did Justin have so many mouths? And wasn’t he totally against premarital sex?
Why was he all over her today?
Still, her heart didn’t resist. She’d been waiting for this moment for so long. Even though she was shy and didn’t dare open her eyes, his sudden passion gave her courage.
Little by little, Lily lowered her hand from her mouth...
Ethan pushed open the bathroom door, expecting to see his usual “sons” lined up patiently. But the hallway was empty. Not one husky in sight.
His mind flashed with worst-case scenarios, and his eyes darkened dangerously. Who the hell had the guts to mess with his dogs?
Just as he was about to explode, out of the corner of his eye he spotted them—crowded around the middle of the king-sized bed, tails wagging like they’d found buried treasure.
There, right in the center, was a very human-sized bump.
A woman.
Ethan instantly knew. Long hair, pale skin, slender, delicate hands peeking out—there was no mistaking it.
And suddenly, all that simmering fury boiled over again.
Someone dared climb into his bed?
Ha!
Did she really think one night would earn her a ticket to becoming Mrs. Grant?
Stupid.
“William, take the boys and tear her apart.”
William whimpered, turned back—then pounced again... to lick.
Ethan could hardly believe his eyes. She’d brainwashed his dogs?!
His tall frame stormed over to the bed. He yanked the blanket away, his cold eyes like a brewing storm.
“I’m gonna count to three. If you don’t get your damn self off my bed, you’ll wish you were never born!”
Silence.
There she was—flawless figure wrapped in some suggestive outfit, skin like porcelain, hair spread across white sheets like seaweed. Her beauty sharp, dangerous—like a siren.
For a beat, Ethan’s cold eyes faltered.
Then his lips curled with scorn. “Slut. I don’t care how attractive you are, I’m not interested. Open your eyes and get the hell out.”
“Justin… is that you?” Lily’s brows furrowed as that unfamiliar voice pierced her foggy mind. Blinking slowly, she struggled to focus—only to see a blurry silhouette.
She couldn’t see clearly, but… he was drop-dead handsome.
Her mind filled in what her eyes couldn’t, and a sweet, dreamy smile spread across her face. She threw herself into his arms, wrapping them tightly around his neck.
“Justin… I… I really like you so much…”