Chapter 38: Room Service

After finishing dinner, Monica promptly returned to her room.
As long as she stayed in her room all night, didn't answer his calls, and didn't listen to any of his nonsense, what could Steven do?
Anyway, she would be returning to NingchuanSiena early the next morning. The lie about their so-called anniversary would finally come to an end, and she would no longer have to be on edge.
Thinking this, Monica let out a sigh of relief.
The night outside the window was hazy. She had taken an early shower and comfortably nestled on the sofa, eating fruit.
It was already nine o'clock, and her phone remained silent.
He had been so confident before dinner about "buying low and selling high," but now there wasn't even a phone call or message from him.
Could it be that he had decided to give up?
Monica was a bit puzzled but quickly hummed dismissively.
It's best if he doesn't bother her. She assured herself.
She mindlessly scrolled through her phone and suddenly remembered Steven's bank card password. She started deducing like a detective.
610723. . .3.
Monica was sensitive to the number 61 because her birthday was on June 1st. But she immediately dismissed the thought. How could Steven possibly use her birthday as his password?
It must be a coincidence.
Next, the numbers after this 0723 also look like a date, but she thought about it for a long time and couldn't remember anything special about this day. It's not Steven's birthday, not the day Sterling Holdings was founded, and definitely not a holiday.
So wWhat does this string of numbers mean? She thought about it for a while but couldn't figure it out. Lost in thought, the phone rang and Monica glanced at the caller ID before hanging up without thinking.
Tonight, she wouldill definitely not respond to him! The phone screen gradually dimmed and she stared at it for a few moments, but it didn't light up again. Steven didn't call back.
"Good, you know your place,"
she bit her lip and was about to get up when the jarring sound of the doorbell shattered the silence of the room.
Did he come directly to her room? Monica panicked, her heart pounding rapidly, and she hurriedly ran to the door, checking the monitor to see who was outside. ... It was a hotel waiter.
Her tense body instantly relaxed, and her heart sank. She took a deep breath, opened the door. "Hello, miss," the waiter smiled and pushed a trolley, "this is your room service."
On the trolley was an extremely bright bouquet of roses, along with a bottle of seemingly old wine and two tall glasses. "Room service?" Monica was puzzled,
"Did you deliver it to the wrong room? I didn't call room service."
"No. It was ordered by a Mr. Wright," the waiter explained, "He said it's your one-year anniversary and he wanted to surprise you." The same exact excuse, Steven skillfully used it.
Monica was speechless, not knowing how to respond for a moment, and it was not appropriate to refute it either. She could only force a smile and say, "Thank you."
"And this," the waiter gently opened the roses, nestled in the center of the clustered flowers was a delicate little box, "Please open it yourself. Wishing both of you a happy anniversary, forever and ever."
After speaking, the waiter politely exited and gently closed the door. Monica looked at the large bouquet of roses and the little box, feeling somewhat at a loss. What is Steven up to?
She picked up her phone, ready to call and confront him, but as soon as her fingertip touched the screen, she remembered that she had decided not to respond to him tonight. Who knows if this is also his scheme? Monica put down her phone, disregarded the trolley, and sat back on the couch.
But the fiery red roses were too eye-catching and burned brightly in the quiet room. Monica couldn't help but feel restless, glancing at them countless times, and finally couldn't resist and ran over to open the box. She wanted to see what trick Steven was playing.
The black velvet box was opened, and a pair of earrings lay quietly inside. It wasn't the pair that Monica had left at his house, but a completely new one that looked quite expensive. The delicate diamonds glittered with a stunning light under the overhead lights, making her stare in awe.
She stood there for a while, unable to move, and finally couldn't resist calling Steven.
"Didn't you say you wouldn't pay any attention to me tonight?" Steven's voice carried a hint of amusement, "Have you already lost?"
As Monica listened to his voice, she suddenly realized that she had been tricked by Steven.
This was all his doing.
She gritted her teeth and said, "Why are you...!"
"Just consider it..." Steven interrupted slowly, "Thank you, Ms. rs. Perez, for buying clothes for me today."
"I'll give you some credit...but did you really have to go this far? I thought..." Monica's voice trailed off.
Steven knowingly asked, "Oh? What did you think?"
Monica felt embarrassed and knew that he was teasing her again. "I'm hanging up!" she said firmly.
The sound on the other end of the phone was noisy, dull, and pierced her eardrums. Shouts and music came and went, making Steven's voice sound far and near.
Unconsciously, she asked, "Where are you?"
"Drinking," Steven said, as if he had taken a few more steps. The background noise gradually diminished, and his voice became clearer. "Does baby miss me?"
"Who misses you? Can't you be more serious instead of getting drunk again!"
After saying that, she quickly hung up the phone, not giving Steven a chance to continue speaking.
After hanging up, Monica turned her head and looked at the bouquet of roses and red wine, feeling annoyed and wanting to throw them all away. But when her fingertips touched them, she hesitated a bit and decided to push the whole cart into the storage room, closing the door so she wouldn't see them and feel irritated.
After doing all this, she returned to the sofa. Her phone lit up again, and it was a location sent by Steven.
"Are you coming?" he continued
"Eric is here too."
After thinking it over, Monica decided to take a taxi to the bar.
This was so unfair.
Why did she have to hide from him?
He casually said those ambiguous words to her, but then went off to have fun and drink, while she foolishly believed them and stayed in the hotel room, afraid to go out.
Steven might be surrounded by women at the moment, using her as a topic of conversation, boasting about how he played with her.
Lost in her thoughts, Monica's fingertips sank into her palm.
Anyway, Eric was there, so there was nothing to be afraid of.
She was beautiful and eye-catching, attracting countless gazes as soon as she walked in the door.
Soon, a man approached her and tried to strike up a conversation, but she denied him impatiently, saying, "Stay away from me."
After finally getting rid of the persistent suitor, Monica continued walking, following the private room number Steven had given her. However, she unintentionally saw him at the door, leaning against the wall as if waiting for someone.
She paused in her steps.
He brushed his fingers against his phone, seemingly noticing something. When he looked up, Monica instinctively panicked and quickly hid behind a pillar.
Her breathing became rapid, and after waiting for a while, she cautiously peeked out to see that Steven had already gotten up and was walking towards the other side of the hallway.
It seemed like he hadn't noticed her.
Almost as if she was compelled to do so, she followed him.
He had long legs, but he wasn't walking quickly, taking his time with each step. Afraid of being discovered, Monica waited until there was enough distance between them before catching up.
The surroundings became increasingly deserted, with only a few people passing by sporadically, their footsteps echoing in the quiet.
The sound was thrown out of mind. Monica didn't want to follow, but at this point, she couldn't help but wonder where he was going.
So secretive, one might think he's going to have an affair.
She startled herself with this thought, gently squeezing her palm, and when she came back to her senses, his figure was already gone.
She hurriedly caught up and turned the corner, but Steven seemed to have completely disappeared. The empty corridor had nothing, except for a slightly ajar door nearby.
Did he go in?
Monica held her breath, slowly approaching, and just as she was about to press her ear against the door, a cold voice came from behind her, low and pleasant, "What are you looking at?"
The sudden voice startled Monica. She instinctively turned around, unable to see the person's face clearly before being embraced into his arms.
The familiar, cool breath instantly rushed over her, mixed with a hint of wine's intoxicating sweetness, enveloping her completely.
She was about to struggle when Steven lowered his head and sealed her lips.
"Hush," he whispered softly, his breath lightly brushing against her nose.
Monica looked over his shoulder and saw two people approaching not far away, causing her to quickly shrink into his arms.
Steven patted her head and lowered his head to kiss her again. With his broad shoulders and long legs, he completely enveloped Monica in his embrace, and as the people behind them passed by, unable to see her face or figure clearly, they could only catch glimpses of intimate movements in the dim light.
Encountering couples kissing here was a common occurrence, and the two people would exchange knowing glances, quicken their pace, and pass by them.
"So, you came after all," Steven pinched her soft earlobe with his fingertips, "Missed me?"
"Don't be so presumptuous!" Monica dodged his kiss, furrowing her brow in urgency, "Who knows if your personal life is messy? What are you doing here, engaging in something scandalous? I... I came to expose you!"
He chuckled lowly, "Oh, I see, here to check on your husband."
This was the first time Monica heard him say theseis words, and she was momentarily stunned, her cheeks burning even more fiercely.
She angrily scolded him, "Steven, have you no shame! If you keep drunkenly blabbering like this, be careful I will shut your mouth!"
"Sooner or later, you'll be calling me that," Steven nonchalantly loosened his necktie, reached out to lean against the wall at her side, leaned in with his head lowered, and his scorching breath sprayed onto her cheek, "Come on, shut it now."
In the dimly lit corner of the corridor, people passed by every now and then, unable to help but take a few more glances at the two people kissing in the corner.
This kind of scene played out every day, not a rare sight at all, but the current scene was clearly more pleasing to the eye.
The man had a slender figure, his suit well-fitted, and he lowered his head calmly and unhurriedly, nibbling and biting. He appeared to be at ease, but the slightly tense muscles in his back hinted at his strength and commitment.
The woman's fair hand lightly rested on his back, unconsciously pulling at his clothes with the rhythm of the movement, seeming to resist yet also cooperate.
There was a faint hum from her throat, and beneath her dress, her slender and straight legs were tantalizingly fair.
Although their faces couldn't be seen clearly, the atmosphere of the kiss was enough to make anyone blush.
Steven had his back turned to the passersby, but Monica could feel those probing eyes very clearly. She was extremely uncomfortable and forcefully pushed him, saying, "...someone's watching..."
He ignored her.
Monica exerted more force and said, "...can we go back?!"
He sucked her lip and, panting, whispered, "Not here?"
She just wanted to leave this place quickly and quickly agreed, "Of course!"
He stepped back slightly, but kept his dark eyes fixed on her, as if he had finally hooked her, and slightly lifted the corner of his lips, saying softly, "Alright, then let's go somewhere else."
**Chapter 39: Masturbation**