Chapter 506

Chapter 506

Elodie snorted coldly, her attitude clear as day.

The housekeeper gave Simon a pitying look.

He looked totally wrecked right now. Even though he was out of the mental hospital, he was still in hospital clothes—no one had bothered to get him a change.

Even worse was his scarred-up face, body covered in scars, gray hair, and exhausted look.

Simon no longer had that sharp, confident vibe. He seemed like a dying old man, about to check out of the world any second.

He gritted his teeth and dropped to his knees with a thud. "Madam, please give me a chance. I don't need money—I'll even pay you $3,000 a month. Just let me stay here."

No cost to her, and she'd even get paid.

Elodie didn't care about the cash, but less hassle was better.

No one knew if anyone still gave a damn about Simon, but keeping him in good shape couldn't hurt.

Elodie thought it over and nodded. "Fine, deal. This loser is your job starting today. If you screw it up, don't blame me for getting tough."

"Thank you, thank you..." Elodie turned and left.

The housekeeper looked at Simon with teary eyes. "Sir, is this karma? All these years you've put Madam first, but the second you hit rock bottom, she shows no mercy."

In the empty room, he kept chattering while helping Simon change clothes and get a bath.

His sad voice carried far from the bathroom.

At the corner of the hallway, Adelaide heard every word.

She leaned against the wall with her eyes closed. Even without seeing it, she could picture Simon's pathetic state.

That was then, this is now.

Simon looked like a scavenger tossed in a dump—way too pitiful.

But it was all payback.

Adelaide shoved down her anger and walked away.

Meanwhile.

Verity moved into the new house but wasn't happy at all—she didn't get the best room.

She stormed to the hotel and threw herself into the man's arms the second the door opened. "I miss you. I want you to fuck me."

Her blunt voice dripped with seduction.

The man had just stepped out of the bathroom, steam rising off his body, smelling like body wash.

He smirked wickedly at her in his arms, grabbed her waist, pinned her to the bed, and kissed her hard.

Their lips locked, breaths tangled.

Soon they were both naked.

He leaned to Verity's ear, kissed it, and whispered huskily, "Be good, call me hubby."

Lost in the heat, Verity said it without thinking.

He went wild like he'd popped a pill, then slammed into her from below.

The second their bodies joined.

Verity moaned, flashed a flirty smile, and he started thrusting harder.

At first, she wasn't ready and gasped in pain, tears slipping from her eyes, but she adjusted quick and started enjoying it.

The room filled with sexy sounds, her moans getting louder each time.

Whenever she couldn't take it, he'd cover her mouth with his, tongue diving in fast and skilled.

His kisses were expert and rough, nearly suffocating her.

He'd pull back just in time, getting even more turned on by her cute face, then lick every bit of her skin.

His eyes slid up to her full tits, desire flaring, and he picked up speed.

No idea how long later.

He flipped her over, got her on her knees, and entered from behind.

Her round ass got slapped over and over by his big hands.

The sharp smacks echoed in the empty room.

The sting made Verity want to crawl into a hole—she was about to cry.

But he felt insane pleasure, pounding in and out nonstop. His hands slid past her slim waist to her tits, squeezing them into all kinds of shapes.

...

Right next door.

Saskia froze, listening to the noises.

Never saw this side of Verity coming.

She'd just checked: a foreign guy inside, several years younger than Verity.

And they'd been hooking up for more than a day or two.

The sexy sounds made Saskia itch all over and hate that loser Gavin even more.

Couldn't beat Sebastian, fine—but this guy inside was way better too.

Saskia put a hand on her belly, face dark as hell.

She'd decided long ago she'd have a kid no matter who the dad was, but feeling this little life hit different—left her feeling empty.

Yeah.

Pretty sure she was pregnant.

After messing around with different guys lately, no period this month.

Women know their bodies. No test yet, no confirmation, but she felt the baby was there.

She stared hard at the closed door, then turned and headed to Gavin's spot.

Talk about coincidence.

Gavin booked the hotel for Marcus's birthday party.

He was haggling details with the hotel manager.

A real rich kid should sit in his office waiting for the quote, not show up in person.

But this dumbass thought it looked sincere—total loss of face.

Saskia got more pissed watching, suddenly wondering why she'd picked Gavin.

Some things were done, no take-backs.

Seeing Gavin argue red-faced with the manager, she walked over with a sigh.

"What's going on? Why the fight? We take this party seriously—the guests are all loaded or powerful. Manager, can you cut us some slack? Like, no other guests that day. We book the whole hotel."

For fancy family parties, managers offer that stuff without asking.

But now.

The manager shot Gavin a cold look. "Only a few big hotels in this city. We've done big events before, but this guy's demands are over the top."