Chapter 4

Kevin led me out through a side door and into the hotel elevator.

Along the way, people kept greeting him.

"Mr. Gray," they said respectfully, bowing their heads.

I didn't say a word, staring blankly at the neon lights rising outside the elevator.

Kevin was unusually quiet too.

He stood behind me, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. That heat sent shivers down my spine.

Something was off.

Kevin had never exuded such an intense, commanding presence before. And his temperature—it felt higher than normal.

The moment we stepped into the hotel room, I spun around and pushed him against the door.

"Where's the antidote?" I demanded.

His shirt was damp from my touch, clinging to his well-defined chest.

He casually removed his watch, his hand sliding to support my waist as I began to sink to the floor.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said calmly.

The rich scent of sandalwood grew stronger in the dimly lit room, clouding my thoughts.

I shoved him away, retreating into the corner, my voice trembling.

"Kevin, let's break up…"

I expected him to laugh, to sneer at me and say, "With the way you are, who else would want you?"

But he didn't.

Instead, he placed a hand gently on my head, his calloused fingers brushing against my forehead. His voice was low and husky.

"If that's what you want, then fine. But tonight… I'll help you."

I froze, looking up into his cold, steady eyes.

Something about them seemed… off.

This wasn't the Kevin I knew.

But before I could think further, the overwhelming heat inside me drowned out all reason.

I grabbed his tie and pulled him down, pressing my lips to his.

It was probably the boldest, most reckless thing I'd ever done.

Tears streamed down my face as I kissed him, pouring all my anger and humiliation into him.

Maybe he felt guilty, because he didn't say a word. He simply let me do whatever I wanted.

But after a while, Kevin had enough. He pinned me down on the bed, his teeth clenched in frustration.

"Stop moving," he said, his voice tense. "Just be good."

When he saw my tears falling again, he gently wiped them away and leaned closer, his tone softening.

"Ayla, I'll make you feel better."

His cool lips pressed against mine, tender and lingering.

A shiver ran through me, and I let out a sharp gasp.

Instinctively, I grabbed a handful of his hair.

He let out a low, pained groan, his voice laced with a dark, seductive charm that sent a chill down my spine.

"Easy," he murmured, his breath warm against my ear. "Don't pull so hard…"