Just One Orgasm!

Morning arrived quietly.

Sunlight filtered through the narrow gap in the curtains, washing the hotel suite in a soft golden glow. The city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows had already come alive, though inside the room, everything remained still.

The candles from the previous evening had long since burned themselves out. Rose petals still lay scattered across the polished floor.

The dinner they’d barely touched remained on the table by the window.

Emilia stirred first. For a long moment, she didn’t remember where she was. Then warmth registered.

She blinked.

Her cheek rested against something firm. She heard a heartbeat, slow, and steady.

Her lashes fluttered open.

Adrian.

She was lying exactly where she’d fallen asleep, curled against his chest, with one of his arms resting loosely around her waist as though it had never left.

Neither of them had changed.

He still wore the white dress shirt from the gala, now creased from sleep, the sleeves rolled halfway to his forearms. His dark trousers were no less rumpled.

Emilia looked down at herself.

The aubergine gown was still wrapped around her, though the silk had gathered in soft folds across the bed.

A quiet laugh almost escaped her.

"We actually fell asleep like this..."

She lifted her head slightly. The room was peaceful. Her eyes drifted toward the bedside clock.

8:17 a.m.

Her entire body stiffened.

"Oh no."

She pushed herself upright so suddenly that the duvet slid into her lap.

"We overslept."

Beside her, Adrian’s eyes opened instantly.

There was no startled movement, or confusion. He simply stared at the ceiling above them.

Seconds passed, and he didn’t speak.

Emilia turned toward him, her panic slowly fading into concern.

"Adrian?"

His chest rose with a slow breath. "I haven’t slept through an entire night since I was a little boy."

His voice was quiet, and matter-of-fact as though he were commenting on the weather instead of confessing something that had lived inside him for decades.

Emilia didn’t interrupt.

His gaze remained fixed on the ceiling.

"I used to hide beneath my bed." He took in another slow breath. "I’d listen for the front door."

His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly.

"I could usually tell how drunk my mother was before she even reached the hallway."

The words settled heavily between them.

"If she wasn’t very drunk..." A humourless smile flickered across his face. "...it was usually just shouting."

He paused.

"If she was..." He let the sentence die on its own. "I stayed awake afterwards."

His voice never changed.

"Someone had to help her back to bed."

Only then did he turn his head.

His eyes met Emilia’s. "My life is depressing."

There wasn’t an ounce of bitterness in his expression, only quiet acceptance.

"Don’t try to know me beyond what I choose to show you." His gaze searched hers. "If you do..." His voice softened. "...you’ll want our deal to end."

The words landed harder than she expected.

"You’ll leave this instant. Let’s just leave the rest where it belongs."

Emilia swallowed. She had no idea what to say. No comforting sentence felt big enough, and no reassurance felt adequate.

Unexpectedly, the corner of Adrian’s mouth lifted.

"Strangely..."

His eyes drifted briefly toward the ceiling before returning to her. "I fell asleep on your childhood bed."

A faint smile appeared in his lips. "And again here."

His expression softened in a way she’d never seen before. "Perhaps..." He looked directly into her eyes. "...I’m finally getting better."

Emilia held his gaze for what felt like forever.

Then, very carefully, she reached for his hand.

She didn’t say she was sorry. She didn’t tell him everything would be alright. Neither of those things belonged here.

Instead, she simply intertwined her fingers with his.

"I don’t think you’re depressing," she said quietly.

His brow lifted almost imperceptibly.

"I think..." She searched for the right words. "I think you’ve survived things no child should ever have had to survive."

Silence settled between them once more.

He looked down at their joined hands. "You always choose your words carefully."

"My mother taught me that." A faint smile touched her lips. "She used to say words stay with people much longer than we realise."

His thumb absent-mindedly brushed across the back of her hand.

"I think she was right."

Emilia smiled. "So..." she said, glancing at the clock again. "We really did oversleep." She faced him. "Aren’t you supposed to be somewhere?"

"I cancelled it."

She blinked. "You cancelled your morning?"

"I cancelled everything until noon."

"You can’t just—"

"I can."

"But you told me—"

"I own the company."

That silenced her.

A reluctant laugh escaped her lips. "That’s cheating."

"It has its advantages."

She shook her head.

He sat up slowly, smoothing a hand over his creased shirt. "I only do it when I decide something is more important."

His eyes found hers again.

"This morning is."

Warmth bloomed inside her chest. Before she could answer, a soft knock echoed through the suite.

Adrian glanced towards the door.

"Breakfast."

He rose from the bed and crossed the room.

Even after a night spent sleeping in formal clothes, there was something impossibly composed about him.

He opened the door.

Two hotel attendants entered, each pushing polished serving trolleys dressed in crisp white linen.

With practised efficiency, they arranged breakfast on the dining table beside the windows.

Within minutes, they inclined their heads politely and disappeared as silently as they’d arrived.

The suite fell quiet again.

Emilia stared at the table. "This could feed six people." She looked at him suspiciously. "You ordered all of these?"

"The hotel knows what I usually request."

She laughed softly.

Adrian pulled out a chair for her. "Sit."

She did. He poured her a cup of tea before serving himself coffee.

For several minutes, they simply ate.

He discovered she put far too much honey in her tea, and she discovered he always peeled grapes before eating them.

"You peel grapes?"

"They’re better."

She picked up one of the peeled grapes and placed it into her mouth. A thoughtful expression crossed her face.

He watched her expectantly.

"I hate admitting you’re right."

Adrian nodded with a soft smile, feeling way too pleased with himself. She laughed again. It surprised her how easy everything felt with him.

There was no need to perform, or impress him.

Just then, Adrian’s phone vibrated against the table. His expression changed the moment he saw the screen.

He excused himself politely. "I’ll only be a minute."

Emilia nodded.

He stepped through the balcony doors, sliding them closed behind him. She watched him only briefly before turning back to her breakfast.

Outside, he paced slowly across the expansive balcony overlooking the city.

His voice was low enough that she couldn’t make out the words.

Inside the suite, Emilia gathered her things.

She disappeared into the bathroom with the aubergine gown draped carefully over one arm.

A long shower washed away the lingering smell of champagne from the previous evening.

When she emerged twenty minutes later, she’d changed into one of the hotel’s plush white robes, her damp hair falling loosely down her back.

She was drying the ends with a towel when another knock sounded at the suite door.

Adrian, now back inside after ending his call, glanced towards her.

"That should be him."

"Him?"

"You’ll see."

He opened the door, and a gentleman in his early sixties stood outside carrying a slim leather medical case.

His brown suit was immaculate, and thin silver-framed glasses rested neatly on his nose.

Behind him stood a young assistant with a compact diagnostic case.

"Good morning, Mr Belmont."

"Doctor."

The older man stepped inside with a courteous smile before turning towards Emilia.

"You must be Miss Emilia."

She looked between them, and confusion crossed her face.

Adrian closed the door. "I hope you don’t mind."

Realisation slowly dawned on her.

"The eye doctor..."

"You mentioned your eyesight." His expression remained gentle. "I thought it would be easier if someone came to you."

She stared at him for another second. "You already....."

He interrupted her, knowing what she wanted to say. "Use that for something else."

The doctor chuckled quietly. "I promise I’ll only borrow your morning for a little while."

Emilia returned the smile.

"I suppose I don’t have much choice."

"Not if Mr Belmont has already rearranged half my schedule."

Emilia turned to him with a threatening gaze, and Adrian looked almost unapologetic.

"I compensated him."

"I’m sure you did," the doctor replied dryly.

The assistant opened the diagnostic case, arranging several portable instruments on the dining table, now transformed into an examination station.

Emilia watched with growing curiosity.

"I’ve never had an eye examination outside a clinic."

"It isn’t common," the doctor admitted. "But portable equipment has become rather remarkable."

The examination began simply.

He asked detailed questions about her vision.

How long had she noticed the changes? Did lights bother her? Was one eye worse than the other? Did colours ever appear distorted? Had anyone else in her family experienced similar symptoms?

Emilia answered as honestly as she could.

Adrian remained quietly nearby.

He didn’t interrupt once, and only listened.

The doctor tested each eye separately. He measured her pupils repeatedly, occasionally making quiet notes.

Then came retinal photographs using a compact imaging device.

Finally, he dimmed the lights.

"I’d like you to look directly at the light."

Emilia obeyed. The bright beam swept slowly across each eye. Long moments passed.

Long enough for Adrian to notice the doctor’s expression becoming increasingly thoughtful.

He exchanged a brief glance with his assistant, and another note was written.

The room remained silent.

Eventually, the doctor lowered the instrument. He removed his glasses, folding them thoughtfully.

Emilia’s heartbeat quickened. "Is something wrong?"

He offered her a reassuring smile before closing the medical file.

"I’ll need a few more tests..." He looked first at Emilia, then briefly towards Adrian. "...but I believe this is treatable."

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