Chapter 3: The Heat Cycle

Travis and Josh finally reached the party venue and soon got involved in conversations. Everything was smooth, but Travis was feeling extreme discomfort in his body. He could tell that it was time.

He did not know why, but he had been feeling this way since the moment he arrived at the hotel. He felt a strange scent around him that he had never felt.

Travis kept his wine glass on the table and muttered, "Excuse me, I'll be right back," as he hurried his steps out of the room.

"What is Mr. Spencer doing wrong? The press conference is about to begin." However, he dared not speak it aloud in front of Travis or Josh. Instead, he muttered to himself.

Travis felt extremely hot all over his body as he rushed to his suite, which Josh had prepared in case he might need it, and mumbled, "What the hell is wrong with me?"

He took out his overcoat and his blazer, as he could not take it anymore. "Damn it," he cursed, and ran to the washroom.

"Why is it so hot? I have never felt like this before. What’s going on?" He said that and splashed cold water on his face to relax.

He tried his best to cool himself off and go out to take care of the press conference, but his body was not ready to listen to him.

"This time, the heat is a hundred thousand more than the last time!" Travis muttered and tore off his shirt and looked out of the glass wall, where he could easily see the full moon shining in the sky.

Previously, whenever he had his heat cycle, all he had to do was kill or think of killing someone. But this time, none of them were working, and what shocked him even more was that he had no urge to kill this time.

But he couldn't understand what he wanted.

"No, This really won't do! I have to do something before I explode myself."

He had had enough of it. Since he was 18, it has always been this way on full moon nights. It was torturous for him; it is difficult to deal with every time, but this time was especially hard for him to go through it.

He came out of the washroom, all naked, and began looking for something in the closet when the door to his room was pushed open and someone entered.

"Ah!"

The girl yelled in surprise, stood rooted to the ground, and did not know what to do. She could not tell where she should look; it was hard for her, so she simply covered her eyes with her hands.

Sylvia was told to clean the room after she was done delivering the box; she was still in a foul mood as to how she was shut out of the elevator, but Freya coaxed her and told her to go and work.

She was told to clean the room before the party ended, as the person would rest after the party and then attend the press conference. Not that she cared what he would do, but that is what she was told.

"You!"

Travis’s dazed eyes fell on her curvy body, and her smell made him feel even dizzier. "Come here!"

He ordered in a cold voice, which made Sylvia flinch in terror.

"S… Sir!"

She murmured, but when she looked up at him, she gradually walked towards him, as if this was what she was made for.

Sylvia could tell that she hated men, but she could not tell why her legs were not in control today and walked towards the shameless and naked person on their own. She wanted to run away from there but she was simply intoxicated by something and just walked towards him on her own.

The moment his eyes met hers, he launched on her and started kissing and sucking her lips.

Sylvia was stunned when he kissed her out of the blue, and soon his face nuzzled her neck as if he wanted to bite her there, which made her flinch in fear and anticipation.

She had never done something like this, but his every touch felt amazing and extremely familiar.

‘Wh.. what am I doing? She thought and tried to push him away from her body, but the man in front of her was a beast in heat; he tore off her clothes in an instant and threw her on the bed.

For some reason, she wanted it too, but for the sake of her sanity, she wanted to run away from there, but it seemed it was too late; he had already torn off her clothes and was inside her, which made her feel immense pain, leaving her all over her body sore and full of marks and pain.

He was still inside her when her phone rang, and it was a song of "happy birthday" sung by Freya; it seemed Freya had set a reminder on her cell phone and set this song, in case she couldn't wish her on time. 

But it seemed like it irritated the man on top of her; he snatched her cell phone and threw it on the floor.

"Bang," The sound of a cell phone landing on the floor could be heard, making Sylvia’s tears flow out of her eyes even more.

Sylvia was shocked at herself; she did not know why she had walked towards him when he had called her. She could have walked away; she could have run away, but why on earth did she walk towards him when all he had done was call her towards him? 

Tears rolled out of her eyes, and it continued. She wanted to cry in pain and curse him in agony, but more than him, she was disgusted by herself. If only she had not taken that step toward him, she would not have been trapped on his bed and given her first time to a beast like him.

Sylvia could not even dare to open her eyes and look at him.