Approaching Seventeen

[ One week to Clara's seventeenth birthday ]

Inside the five-star hotel apartment, Eric Damian was logging in. Two beautiful ladies lay half-naked on the sofa, motionless and unconscious, with bite marks almost all over their bodies—on their necks, arms, laps, and even their tummies.

Eric Damian came out from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. He briefly glanced at the ladies before walking to his wardrobe. He meticulously picked out a black designer suit and trousers, a white long-sleeve shirt, a belt, a necktie, and an Italian leather pair of shoes. He laid the clothes on the bed, discarded his towel, and began dressing himself up.

First, he put on the crisp white shirt, then smoothly slid into his trousers, securing them with the belt. His foot slipped into the Italian leather shoes. As he held the necktie in his hand, he hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to wear it. In the end, he decided against it and tossed it back into the wardrobe.

With his long bl