His room?
His room?
It wasn’t just a room. It was a private luxury seven-star hotel suite.
She stood frozen, her eyes wide as she took in the glowing glass walls that reflected the city lights outside.
Half the space was a lavish living room, complete with two plush sofas and a massive flat-screen TV mounted on the wall. Paintings adorned the walls, and in a large glass case, his awards gleamed under soft lighting.
Then there was the shelf, a whole wall dedicated to drinks.
The brands displayed there? She recognized them, and none were cheap.
This wasn’t just wealth. This was extravagance. She wasn’t poor by any means, she was moderately rich, even–but stepping into this digitized aquarium-like room made her feel small.
It was insane!
The blue glow from the virtual aquarium cast the space in a calming, otherworldly hue.
In the middle of the room stood his dark, king-sized bed, meticulously layered with soft covers.
In the corner, a sleek mini-fridge hummed quietly.
"This is my room," Laz said, his voice tinged with nonchalance.
"Wow... it’s... wow," she managed, still trying to take it all in.
He smiled, clearly pleased. "Yeah, the aquarium isn’t real. It’s a project I worked on. I won’t bore you with the details, but it’s hyper-realistic."
She reached out to touch the wall, watching as a fish swam away from her hand. "It’s amazing," she said, genuinely dumbstruck.
The tips of his ears turned pink, and he quickly changed the topic. "Are you hungry?" he asked, heading to the fridge.
She shook her head, but he pulled out a tub of ice cream anyway. "I’ve got ice cream," he said cheerfully, holding it up with a boyish grin.
She couldn’t help but smile. He was trying to distract her from the night’s horrors, and it was working.
"You should have some before I take you to your room," he added.
She blinked. There’s more than one room? How big is this place?
He wiggled the tub playfully. "I only have one spoon, though. Is that okay?"
Her throat tightened as she nodded. It’s just a spoon, right?
They sat on the soft sofa, and he opened the ice cream tub, scooping out a generous spoonful. He held it up to her lips.
Her heart thudded as their eyes met. She leaned forward, closing her mouth over the spoon.
The cookies-and-cream flavor melted on her tongue, but it wasn’t the sweetness she was focused on, it was the intensity in his gaze.
"Your favorite," he murmured, his voice a low rasp that sent shivers through her.
"Is there anything you don’t know about me?" she asked, a soft smile playing on her lips.
He returned the smile, his grey eyes glinting with a playful light. Did he even realize how good he looked? It was driving her insane. "Not really."
"I know you never travel except for that one time to Vegas. You actually hate traveling," he said, his voice smooth as if he were reading her secrets off a list.
She chuckled, leaning back. "I don’t hate it–it’s just so stressful," she groaned, her expression exaggerating the sentiment.
Before she could say more, his spoon brushed her lips again, the cold ice cream teasing her. She took another lick, savoring the sweetness as he smirked.
That mischievous glint in his eyes told her he was up to something, but his face gave nothing away.
"I know you like dinosaurs, you love Ariana Grande, and your favorite Disney movie is Teen Beach Movie."
She laughed softly, but when he added, "And you think Danny Phantom is hot, that’s your biggest ’hear me out’ moment," she erupted into laughter.
"Okay, yeah. Danny Phantom is hot!" she admitted, laughing so hard her toes curled into the couch.
He leaned in slightly, enjoying her reaction. "Your favorite book is Dork Diaries, and you’ve got a thing for Archie Digest comics. Don’t deny it–it’s your favorite."
Her laughter faded into an incredulous smile. All she could do was stare at him, speechless.
He scooped another bite for himself, his eyes never leaving hers as he licked the spoon clean.
Then, with a mischievous glint, he scooped some ice cream and smeared it on her neck.
Her breath hitched as the cold cream touched her skin. "Laz–"
He leaned in, his breath warm against her skin. "May I taste you, please?" he asked, his voice trembling with restraint.
"Yes," she whispered, her heart pounding.
His lips met her neck softly, a featherlight kiss that left her gasping. Then, his tongue flicked over the cold trail of ice cream, and her body shivered in response.
When his teeth grazed her skin, she let out a soft moan, her fingers tangling in his hair. It was soft like silk in her fingers, her muscles bunched under her touch, she wanted to feel every inch of his skin but the sensation was so overwhelming. It rocked her to her toes.
"Oh my God, Laz," she whimpered, her voice barely audible.
He paused, his breath ragged, his face buried in her neck. For a moment, neither of them moved. Her heart raced as she clung to him, feeling his warmth seep into her.
But then he pulled away, his withdrawal leaving her cold and aching for more.
"Follow me," he said gently, his voice soft but firm. The wheels in her head turned again, where was he taking her?
Was he going to take her to his room again?
Where they going to share a bed?
He led her to another door, opening it to reveal a pristine, unused room. Her cheeks heated embarrassed by her impure thoughts, she had to, get her mind out of the gutter.
"Take a shower and get some rest. You must be tired," he said.
She turned to face him, their eyes locking for a moment.
"Don’t do that," he said, his voice low and husky. "I just wanted to give you a taste of what it’s going to be like..."
His gaze lowered to her lips "when you’re finally mine."