Billionaire's Charming Wife

"Alright," she muttered, closing her eyes tightly. "I'll do it." Under the pressure of maintaining her job and covering her nephew's hospital expenses, Evelyn reluctantly agreed to a one-night stand with a client at the casino. As they navigated the dimly lit hallway with flickering red lights, a hand snaked around her waist, its sinister laughter echoing near her ear. She instinctively resisted, repulsed by the man's odor. "No, I don't want this," she thought. The sign before her, blurred by the elongated letters, couldn't have been the 'exit'. "Stay put," a menacing voice grated from behind, tugging her toward a door. "That's the presidential suite. Our room is just –" Her determination ignited, Evelyn used all her strength to elbow him, causing him to release her in pain. Panicked, she lunged for the door in front of her, only to have it unexpectedly flung open. In a moment of disorientation, Evelyn stumbled and crashed face-first onto something warm and pleasantly fragrant, like a soft embrace that surprisingly kept her cool despite the chaos.