Chapter 2

The five-star hotel in New York City was full of celebrities. Tonight was the night. It was the day before Christmas Eve. It was the engagement party of George Chulley and Ashley Simpson. The Oil Magnet's son and the daughter of Gregory Simpson. The CEO of Simpsons Enterprise. 

"Dad…Dad... Which room is it?" Ashley said as she tried to steady her balance to understand what she was seeing. 

The engagement party had not even started yet, and Ashley was already drunk. She could barely stand on her two feet and now, she was looking to leave. 

"It's room 957." Her father was directing her to her soon-to-be husband, George Chulley's hotel room. Her father's voice sounded faint over the phone, it was almost as if she could not hear him speak to her.

"Dad…I am doing this for you. You know that right?" She staggered.." I am doing this because you asked me to and I want to please you...Are you going to give me many gifts for doing this?" Ashley Simpson asked, her feet, failing her.

"I will give you the company once I am gone." Her father's voice echoed from the other side of the phone. Ashley smiled, at least she would get one thing out of this. 

While walking slowly, she tripped and fell... She was already drunk at her party and everyone looked at her. Someone rushed to help her up but she refused. Ashley said she would get up on her own and she did. She steadied her balance until she was finally up then she proceeded to continue answering her father on the phone.

"... Don't you want the company??" Her father asked. This time she could barely keep her reasoning. She was fully losing consciousness. 

"Dad, I have to go to the room, I am losing myself. I will talk to you later" Ashley said, her eyes closing. "Anyway, do not forget what you promised me. That's the only reason I am agreeing to this. Talk to you later or soon.. whichever" she said as she hung up her phone. 

"I'll be waiting for your call. Come home quickly when you are through" her father said softly.

He felt terrible sending his daughter to George Chulley's hotel room. He was sure Ashley was still a virgin but what could he do? 

Ashley ordered more wine. She needed to brace herself for the night. She was going to be giving herself to a stranger for her father's sake and she could not do that with a clear eye.

The bartender brought more wine and she gulped it in an instant. It was show time but she did not want to go.

She sat to cry for a minute. It was truly happening. Her father was truly handing her over to a stranger. She wanted to cry again when she said, "What is the point?"

She would meet him at the hotel and get this over with.

***** 

Ashley Simpson blinked. She was going to be turning twenty this year. Could this be...

It shouldn't matter, anyway, George Chulley was going to be her fiancé soon, so it would not matter, right?

Besides, She would learn to love George Chulley. Her father said he was a good man. A noble man. 

She staggered down the hotel corridor as she made her way up. 

Her innocent and beautiful face was slightly puffy because she was drunk. She wore a short red cherry dress with droopy shoulders. It would be her first time meeting George Chulley in person so she had to look good yet innocent, just like she was. 

"Strange, I didn't think I drank too much..." She patted her forehead, her vision blurring. She was seconds away from passing out. 

In the banquet hall, Ashley did not intend to drink, but she heard a guest say she had gotten nervous too on her wedding night and alcohol helped her through it. Ashley decided to try it. She gulped three bottles of wine as she familiarized herself with guests, friends, and some famous people. She just had to drink to calm her nerves. 

She walked into the elevator, her vision still blurry as she skipped the number key on the ninth floor and pressed that of the eighth floor. Her hands were already shaky and her eyes were half closed so she barely noticed. 

The 8th floor of the hotel was reserved for Important People. Very important people. It was boldly written on the board above. How could she not have seen that? 

After Ashley Simpson got out of the elevator, she went straight to George Chulley's room, or so she thought.

Ashley Simpson failed to spot which room had 9 and which was 8 and so she did a random pick.

Her vision failed as she was already slipping away. She needed to get into the room and fast, so she walked forward. 

When she got to room 857,  she raised her little fist and knocked on the door—

"Come in." A man's voice, deep yet low in tone, spoke from inside the room. It vibrated like the bass of a song. 

Ashley shivered. Just those two words were enough to start a porn clip and make people horny. She tried to control herself but she was not going to be an exception. 

Ashley pushed open the door and walked in. 

She laughed in fascination as she asked, 

"George Chulley, is this how your voice has always been? Why haven't I spoken to you before? Your voice is so deep and smooth"  She paused to laugh again, "If this is how your voice is, I can only imagine your looks. It was almost as though your voice could be used for a porn clip."

The hotel room she had ended up in was not lit and she could barely see as her vision was already blurry but Ashley managed to make out a vague outline of the luxurious furniture and the oversized bed— wow! It was a presidential suite. George Chulley must have been truly rich! 

The air in the room was filled with the man's scent of a powerful cologne and shower gel. 

"George Chulley ..."  She said after she leaned in. Ashley Simpson's feet had failed her at that point and so she collapsed on the bed. The super comfortable bed. The bed smelled of roses to her. 

"Where are you? Come out here"

She couldn't help but feel uncomfortable as she lay on the bed. She was becoming a little hot as she flipped to the other side of the bed.

The heat was making her uncomfortable and so she decided to take off her clothes. Normally, she would not do that, but since she was getting married to George Chulley, there was nothing to hide. She simply sat up straight and tugged at her clothes...

There was a rush of water from the bathroom and soon after, a tall and handsome figure walked out of the bathroom. 

In the dim vision, she could see the tall figure wearing a bathrobe, and his open chest could be seen with the lines of beautiful and distinct pectoral muscles, and crystal water droplets fell from it.

——A suffocatingly beautiful man. He looked like a Roman god. The type they described in novels at school.

Ashley swallowed hard. 

In the darkness of his dim room, the man looked at the woman who lay on his bed with his brown eyes and said, 

"Who are you?" His voice was beautiful. It would seem like a melody to one's ears. 

"Hot.. very hot.. burning.." Ashley Simpson's pink lips parted slightly, "Help me... I want to undress..."

After the glasses of wine which her mind had told her to have, her entire body seemed to be heating up, and now was ripping her clothes in half in front of the gorgeous man.

He looked at her in amusement. 

The handsome man put the towel away and pulled her arm. "Get up, you're in the wrong room—"

"George Chulley "  Ashley Simpson put her arm around the man's neck and laughed. 'I am here to make love with you tonight. That's what my father said I should do so let's do it... You are responsible for me tonight okay? This would be my first time so you'll teach me alright?"

The man was suddenly pulled by her, and immediately put one hand beside her head, his figure almost covering her whole body.

That night was going to end differently than expected–for the Roman god.