All Chapters of One night with Mr. Lancaster: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Room 201.Ava stared wide-eyed at the numbers on the door. She clung tighter to her coat. What she wore underneath was not her doing—a flimsy silk dress that left nothing to the imagination. Helga chose it for her; her stepmother had the audacity to joke that she had to dress to impress Mr. Walton.Their family owed 1 million dollars to the man, and Mr. Walton threatened her father with jail time or something worth the amount immediately. Obviously, her father, Charles Priestly, chose the other option—something worth the amount—meant her. The old man saw her and was instantly attracted to her beauty, offering a deal. Charles gladly grabbed the offer without consulting Ava.When she learned what awaited her, she tried to plead to no avail. Her fate was sealed.Her phone rang. Startling her. Ava answered it. “Hello?”[Where are you, Ava?] Helga hissed on the other end of the line. [Don’t tell me, you’re still on your way. I should have driven you there myself!]“I am here.”[Good,] Hel

Matthew woke up with a splitting headache. He owns The Peninsula Hotel among other thriving businesses and knows every nook and cranny of the five-star establishment, with eyes still half-closed, he reached for one of the buttons just above the bed’s headrest to open the window blinds. The piercing New York summer high noon sun assaulted his eyes.“F*ck it, I knew that party would be horrible!” Matthew mused as he ran his fingers through his thick hair.As the sole heir to the Lancaster Group of Companies, he hated the limelight. He was raised by his grandfather and unfortunately, some of Gerald Lancaster’s values remained glued to his personality. Among those were his feelings of unease with the public eye.The party last night was for his formal succession as CEO. He tried to reason with his grandfather but lost his case even before he began enumerating why his presence was unnecessary there.Matthew hated every moment of it. He’s an introvert who works closely with his trusted peo

Mr. Walton was a short and bald man who sweated a lot and his eyes instantly glimmered with lust when he saw Ava. The first time she saw her in pictures, he knew he had to have her. He is willing to forget the money Charles and Helga owe him in exchange for Ava’s young body.“Ah, Ava. You are even more breathtaking in person than in photos.” He reached to touch her arm.Ava stepped back. His physical appearance she did not mind---but there’s something with Mr. Walton that repulsed her. She looked at Helga and was about to plead for mercy but the old man took her arm by force. Ava's efforts were futile. Helga only glared at her and pinched her backside to stay still.“Come here. You are mine tonight, Ava. I am sure you will love it.” He smiled and his breath stank of cigar and bourbon Ava squirmed.In her mind, she wished the man she was last night was the real Mr. Walton. Things would have been easier on her part.Ava sighed painfully as the overwhelming perfume he wore assaulted her