A Night With The Ruthless Billionaire

e cuts through the bustling noise of the hotel. She's the head o

ath still catching in my throat. "I need to finish early

firm. "That's not going to happen. You s

ill be waiting, but work comes first. "Yes, ma'am," I responded softly, resigned.

ught the pressure to a whole new level. Every detail must be perfect. The chandeliers are ablaze with light, cas

gin to arrive in their luxury cars, draped in expensive designer attir

s a roof over my mother's head and provides the medication she des

ime. "Make sure you double-check the suite in the west wing. The Cardwells a

Cardwell - ruthless billionaire, feared by many in

t from my brow with the back of my han

Every corner has to sparkle tonight - no room for errors. The wealthy guests wil

t would be like to be rich, back when I was a

oice, "you'll find your way out of here. You'll h

nothing but work, bills, and the constant worry of how to keep going. The sam

spect my work. The room is spotless, every surface gleaming under the

inst the wall with a loud thud. I jumped, st

is rough, his tie hanging loosely, and his hair is rough,

Car

in business articles. The powerful billionaire who exudes charm and control. But the ma

er my breath, panic rising in my chest. He sh

s thick with alcohol. His eyes, unfocused and glas

Just walk away, Emma, don't make eye contact. The air feels heavy, su

omething I can't understand. There's a hunger

rong, painful even, and I try to pull away, but

murs, his breath hot and s

e," I say, my voice tremb

ain, more forcefully,

, his voice taking on

with a drunken desire that terrifies

yself, but it's like trying to move a w

ock - the kiss is rough, desperate, nothing like the tender t

's happening sinks in. This can't be real. T

ull away, stumbling backward. I trip over the c

distance between us, his eyes wil

tent. The room spins around me as he pu

y voice is lost in the chaos, swallow

weight crushing me, suffocating