Leap OF Fate

Chapter 9

In the blink of an eye, two years had already passed. After starting as a staff in the Customer

Experience Department, now she got promoted to a Manager. In those two years, she dedicated

herself to her work. She made sure she learned what needed to be learned and to deliver more the

expectations. In the brief span of time, she also earned the respect and admiration of her colleagues

and superiors. Everyone felt happy about her promotion.

After work, she and her colleagues went to a KTV bar to celebrate her promotion. Food and drinks

poured out. Serene gamely sang a couple of songs and drank her fair share of the alcohol. She has

forgotten the last time she had this much fun.

Out of habit, she bid adieu to them when it was close to midnight, then booked a ride from her phone

and waited at the lobby’s waiting area. Soon a black sedan stopped at the entrance. She tried her best

to walk in a straight line as she approached the car and opened the door. As soon as she sat, she told

the driver to drive. Then she closed her eyes.

In this whole exercise, Serene did not see the surprised expression of the man seated at the back-

passenger seat beside her. He dressed in a business attire. His facial expression was as dark as the

clothes he was wearing. He wanted to push her out of his car. However, looking at her, she seemed

very vulnerable and an easy prey to those with ill intentions. He met the eyes of his equally confused

chauffeur, to whom he said, “Hotel Le Grande”. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

He owned one of the presidential suites in Hotel Le Grande, which was the most prestigious hotel in

Hyacinth City, if not the country. Arriving at the hotel entrance, he carried the unconscious Selene

princess style. Every hotel staff member looked at him with an astonished expression as he walked

towards the elevators. When the elevator door opened, he immediately went in, pressed the penthouse

and the close buttons.

As the elevator was moving up, Selene suddenly moved from his arms. He looked at her and adjusted

her from his arms. In a matter of seconds, he felt his chest getting wet and the elevator shaft smelling

sour. His face was a mix of anger and disgust. He wanted to drop her right there and then, but she

hugged his neck and her face was now nesting in the crook between his neck and his shoulder.

He swiped his card at the door. Soon as the door opened, he approached the bed with long strides and

immediately dropped her on it, then went to the bathroom to clean himself. After spending half an hour

in the shower, he went out to the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist. Water droplets

were rolling down his bare chest. He was drying hair with another towel when his eyes darted to the

direction of the bed.

He looked at the sleeping woman on it. Her hair sprayed all over the pillows. His eyes darted further

down and saw that her blouse had risen, exposing her midsection. Her skirt was the same, exposing

almost the full length of her shapely legs. He inhaled sharply, making him inhale the sour smell of puke.

He let out a sigh and with heavy footsteps he approached the bed. “She needed to get out of those

filthy clothes,” he thought. And so, he quickly but carefully undressed her. He took several sharp,

labored breaths as more and more of her skin got exposed to him.

The task looked simple, but it felt like disarming a time bomb. After the huge undertaking, he took the

chance to study her face. Her features were delicate. Long eyelashes hid her eyes. Her cheeks were

flushed, probably because of the alcohol she consumed. She had a high and narrow nose and her

parted lips looked soft.

He cannot help but lean closer and put his lips over hers. His lips confirmed hers were indeed soft.

However, feeling her lips seemed not enough for him, he wanted to taste her. He parted her lips with

his tongue. He tasted the slightly acidic taste of her mouth but did not feel disgusted by it. Instead, his

tongue touched her tongue. As soon as their tongues met, he felt a burning sensation envelope him

which later on concentrated on his lower abdomen.

He felt her stir. He moved slightly away from her, wary that he might wake her up.

“Bry…” she softly murmured.

“Fuck” he cannot help but feel irritated after hearing her say another man’s name. As he was getting

up, she stirred again.

“Why?” he heard her say. Her voice soft, but with a tinge of sadness.