In a luxurious seven-star hotel room, Damian Kingston woke up alone, which was unusual. Typically, he would leave the room shortly after spending time with someone, but last night had been different. The woman had been captivating, her playful demeanor testing his self-control in ways he hadn’t experienced in years.
The room remained cloaked in darkness, a preference of his to keep his identity concealed from fleeting companions. As the leader of the illustrious and wealthy Kingston family and the president of the Kingston Group, he couldn’t afford any slip-ups that might expose his private escapades to the public eye. Despite his usual caution, he had thoroughly enjoyed the previous night’s company. She had been vibrant and responsive, her enthusiastic sounds echoing in his mind. He had considered seeing her again, but she had vanished before he woke, likely leaving before dawn.
"Interesting," he murmured to himself.
Renowned worldwide, the Kingston family empire spanned numerous industries, with Damian often making headlines as one of the planet’s wealthiest individuals.
He shifted the blankets to rise, pausing as his eyes landed on a bloodstain on the sheets. A puzzled expression crossed his face until realization dawned.
"Was she a virgin?" Damian muttered, surprised. The women his assistant, Paul, arranged were typically high-society beauties, aspiring models, or minor actresses who enjoyed the company of a handsome man. Virgins were not part of the usual selection. He couldn’t recall the last time he had encountered one.
"This woman becomes more intriguing by the minute," he thought.
He quickly dressed and strode out of the room with his characteristic confidence. As expected, Paul was waiting just outside.
"Good morning, Boss," Paul greeted, falling into step behind him.
"Paul, who was the girl from last night?" Damian asked, his curiosity piqued. Each new detail about her heightened his interest.
Paul looked confused. "I didn’t send anyone to the room last night. It was reserved for a confidential meeting between two companies. After the meeting, our guests left. I’m surprised you stayed all night; you never do that."
Damian stopped, frowning. "You didn’t send anyone? Then who was that girl?"
Paul’s confusion deepened. Only their clients knew Damian would be in that room. "I’ll find out immediately," he promised, typing furiously on his phone.
Damian continued to his penthouse on the hotel’s top floor. He preferred it to the Kingston family mansion. After a quick shower, he donned a black five-piece suit. Thirty minutes later, as he exited the penthouse, Paul was waiting with a video from the previous night.
"Boss, we couldn’t identify her, but our security team found this footage," Paul explained, showing a grainy video of two women exiting an elevator. One was unsteady, clearly intoxicated. Damian recognized his companion from the previous night. Her hair clung to her face, but her body and demeanor, even in that state, were unmistakable. He remembered her drunken entrance to his room. Normally, he had no tolerance for inebriated individuals, but she had kissed him before he could send her away.
Despite the taste of alcohol, there was a sweetness to her kiss that made it impossible not to respond.
As he watched the video, he saw their faces clearly. 'Why does she seem familiar?' he wondered. He hadn’t seen her face clearly the night before, but he could recall every inch of her body and the taste of her lips.
The other woman had pushed his companion into his room and shut the door. Suddenly, everything clicked.
'So my one-night stand wasn’t there by her own choice. The other woman orchestrated this,' he realized. That explained why she had started undressing, claiming she was hot.
'Mia, open the door. I want to go home,' his one-night stand had said, her voice soft but clear in the video.
He hadn’t seen this part last night. He had been on a call when she arrived, and by the time he finished, she was already in the room.
He handed the iPad back to Paul, but his thoughts lingered on his mysterious companion. She was beautiful and seemed innocent, and he had taken her virginity. For reasons he couldn’t fully explain, he wanted to see her again.
"President, Mr. James Kingston called to remind you about the press meeting at the Kingston family mansion. He’s announcing his fiancée today," Paul informed him.
Damian’s mood darkened. James was his late brother’s son, spoiled and self-centered. The engagement announcement was James’s way of demonstrating commitment, but Damian had no plans for marriage himself. He found relationships cumbersome and preferred to avoid them.
Hearing James’s name triggered a realization. 'Naomi?' he thought, stunned. The truth hit him hard. Naomi wasn’t just James’s girlfriend; she was his new assistant, replacing Sara.
The best thing James ever did was meet Naomi.
She was kind, diligent, and intelligent. Damian often wondered how James had managed to win her over. James was selfish and untrustworthy, but Naomi was loyal and sincere.
I don’t think James knows I slept with his girlfriend. If he did, he wouldn’t be announcing her as his fiancée. He really dislikes me and wouldn’t stay with Naomi if he knew I took her virginity. Does Naomi know it was me she was with last night? She must. But she’s keeping it a secret from James and still plans to be with him for the announcement. Sara told me that Naomi is supposed to start working today. How will James announce her as his fiancée if she’s not there?
Naomi was highly capable, adept at multitasking, and extremely organized. When Sara suggested Naomi as her replacement, Damian had agreed without hesitation. Unlike James, Naomi was a loyal employee, her dedication proven time and again. She had access to sensitive company information but never betrayed that trust, even though James would readily sell it to competitors. Damian’s decision to make her his assistant hadn’t been made lightly. He had scrutinized her loyalty and integrity for two years after Sara first recommended her.