The night you became the mother of my children

Yvaine:

"I don't understand what's happening to me." I feel dizzy. I only had two drinks with dinner and my friends, but they didn't agree with me. Given my condition, my cousin decided to take me to a room at the hotel where we had dinner. I can hardly walk or even stand up.

"Have I gone so long without drinking that two drinks get me drunk?" I thought to myself in my foggy state.

When we arrived at the room, Maryori helped me onto the bed.

"Stay here, and I'll see you tomorrow. Remember that I'm in the next room. Drink water so you don't get dehydrated." I hope you have a good night,” I heard Maryori say. I made an effort to answer her, even though my head was foggy.

"Thanks, Maryori, you're great. I'll make it up to you."

"Don't worry. I'll get you back tomorrow...and tonight!" She whispered the last part, so I didn't hear it. "Drink this or you'll get dehydrated," she said, and I felt a glass against my lips. I swallowed the liquid my cousin gave me, assuming it was water. I noticed it had a strange taste, but I thought it was because I couldn't taste anything due to my current state, so I didn't complain. I wasn't in any condition to do so. All I wanted to do was sleep.

After swallowing the liquid, that's what I did. I lay down and let sleep overcome me. I woke up because I felt suffocated. The heat that ran through my body and accumulated in my breasts and genitals spread to my throat and lips, concentrating in those areas. My whole body was enveloped in a fire that caused me great pain. I moved restlessly in bed, trying to cool down.

I wanted to take off my clothes, but I couldn't due to my intoxication and lack of coordination. This caused me more stress, so I moaned in frustration and continued to move restlessly around the bed. I thought I was going to die if someone didn't extinguish this fire. I had never felt this way before. I knew I needed something or someone, and that need was causing me agony.

Norman.

I didn't know what old Gartner was up to. While I was having a drink at the hotel bar, I saw him arrive with the briefcase that had supposedly been stolen from his office. Something told me I had to find out what was going on.

I decided to follow him. No one ever played games with me, especially not my grandfather's assistant. As I followed him, I missed having Jason, my assistant and friend, by my side. He usually took care of things like this, but I had sent him to manage the small crisis that the loss of the briefcase had created in the management department.

After sending a message to my head of security and the hotel security staff, I continued on my way after my treacherous prey. I was almost enjoying the anticipation of catching him red-handed. There's a reason they call me the panther of New York. The multimillion-dollar business of large international holding companies was my hunting ground.

I don't usually get my hands dirty with insignificant prey like Gartner the traitor. However, if I wanted my grandfather to open his eyes and see his assistant and right-hand man for who he really was, I had to get my hands dirty.

When I saw him enter the elevator, I followed him. When I reached the hallway, I heard him talking on his cell phone as he walked toward the room where he was supposed to meet with the buyer.

My suspicions were confirmed when I heard what he was saying to the person on the other end of the line. I felt a little sorry for my grandfather, but I wasn't going to let that greedy rat ruin my businesses.

"Don't worry, Miss. I already have the room number. I'll leave the documents on the table. Thank you for the gift you gave me. I know I'm going to have a good time." The smile that appeared on his face disgusted me. I sent a message to my security staff, and the response was immediate.

Their "okay" confirmed that everything was ready. All that was left was to catch the rat.

I saw him standing in front of Suite 654 on the sixth floor. I let him in and waited a few seconds while I took the master key out of my pocket. Being the owner of this hotel chain had its benefits. Finally, I snuck inside and heard him talking to someone.

"Hello, blondie. So, you're one of my payments. I'm sorry they had to drug you because you won't remember how much fun we're going to have." In response, I could only hear a few small complaints.

"No, I don't want to! Let me..." From her voice, I could tell that she could barely speak coherently. She was struggling with herself and the drugs this rat said he had given her.

"On top of being a traitorous rat, you're a rapist. Your assistant is a real gem, grandpa!" I thought.

For the sake of the victim, I decided to intervene.

"So this is where you're hiding, rat?" I interrupted him as he undressed.

"President Miller!" The look of terror on his face made me smile.

I looked at the bed, and for a second, I was taken aback. On the bed, half-dressed and writhing in her semi-consciousness, was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Her face was red, probably from the drugs they had given her.

She was moaning, indicating that she was struggling hard against him to avoid being raped. However, from her suggestive movements, I imagined that she was losing the battle and would soon succumb to the fire consuming her.

Gartner, that rat, detected my interest in the beautiful blonde, so he tried to negotiate using his victim:

"If you want her, I'll sedate her, President Miller. She's very passionate; you could have a great time."

I looked at him and smiled dangerously. He must have sensed it because he fell silent and lowered his head.

I picked up my phone and called for someone to come and take him away. Within seconds, my head of security, my bodyguards, and the hotel security staff apprehended him and escorted him out of the room.

I had covered the woman with a sheet so that no one would see her scantily clad, thus avoiding rumors and embarrassment for her.

Once everyone had left the room with the great traitor, I told Martin to take care of everything while I helped the woman regain her composure.

I approached the bed and uncovered her. I picked her up and took her into the shower to cool her down. From her complaints and the movements she was making, I suspected that the drug they had made her ingest was aphrodisiac.

She moved in my arms, moaning and trying to feel my touch. She had gone from struggling to avoid being touched to rubbing herself against my body in a provocative, sexual manner. I finally put her in the shower, but she was moving so much that I could hardly hold her. I took off my jacket and shoes and got in with her, holding her by the waist.

I turned on the shower and heard her moan with pleasure. For a few seconds, that sound drove me crazy, and I pressed her against my body.

"You're making it difficult, beautiful! Stay still and let the water cool you down." To be honest, though, I'd like to cool you down in another way," I said, smiling and completely soaked.

I noticed her open her eyes and look at me. The color of her eyes was green, like the Amazon rainforest. However, it was clear that she was still under the influence of drugs. Suddenly, she grabbed me by the neck, pulling me toward her. I heard her say,

"Please, I'm burning up! Please!"