Just One Orgasm!

The charity event was held in one of the city’s grandest hotel ballrooms.

By seven in the evening, the entrance was already crowded.

Black cars lined the driveway, their polished surfaces reflecting the lights that had been arranged along the entrance. Photographers stood behind the barriers, waiting for and prominenet familiar faces to arrive.

Inside, the ballroom was even more impressive.

Round tables covered in silver linen filled the enormous room. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting warm light over the guests. A large stage had been positioned at the front, with a podium in the center and a screen behind it displaying the charity’s logo.

The organization had been raising money for children and young adults in vulnerable situations for years.

Tonight was their largest fundraising event of the year, and Adrian Belmont was their most anticipated speaker.

Adrian stood near the entrance, with one hand in his trouser pocket, listening to the organizer explain the order of the evening.

He wore a black suit with no tie this time. His expression remained calm, but his eyes moved across the room.

There were businessmen, politicians, actors, philanthropists, people who had known him for years, people who wanted to know him, people who wanted something from him, and people who simply wanted to be seen standing next to him.

Adrian disliked all categories.

The organizer smiled nervously.

"Mr. Belmont, we’re very grateful you agreed to come."

Adrian gave a polite nod. "Thank you for having me."

The woman smiled. "We’ll have the auction immediately after your speech." Her smile flattened a bit. "And if you don’t mind, there will be a few photographers near the stage."

Adrian glanced toward the podium. "How many?"

She hesitated. "Several."

His expression flattened. "How many?"

"About twelve."

He looked at her.

She swallowed. "Maybe fifteen."

Adrian sighed. "Fine."

Her smile widened with relief. "Thank you."

She walked away.

Adrian watched her disappear into the crowd.

His phone vibrated in his pocket. He reached for it instinctively. However, the notification wasn’t from the person he was hoping to hear from.

It was a message from the event coordinator reminding him that his speech would begin in twenty minutes.

He locked the phone.

His eyes drifted across the ballroom again. He didn’t know why he kept checking.

Emilia wasn’t supposed to be here. He had told her not to come, and she had agreed without arguing.

His mouth curved slightly. He really wanted her here but the sharks in this sea were much. He wouldn’t be able to bear the sight of her being rattled up again like the last ball.

His phone vibrated again.

This time, he didn’t check it. He was almost certain it wasn’t her. And if it was, he’d rather read it later.

For now, he had something else to do.

He looked toward the stage.

A member of the organizing committee walked toward him.

"Mr. Belmont?"

Adrian turned. "Yes?"

"It’s almost time."

He nodded. "I’ll be there."

The woman smiled and walked away.

Adrian exhaled slowly. He hated speeches. Especially speeches about himself. Tonight wasn’t about his businesses, or his family.

It wasn’t about his achievements. They wanted him to talk about where he came from. About the orphanage, about growing up without parents, and about what the organization had meant to him.

He had spent most of the afternoon thinking about what Emilia had said.

He looked toward the stage again, and then he walked toward it.

The room slowly quieted.

The host stepped onto the stage and smiled at the audience. "Good evening, everyone."

The crowd responded politely.

The host spoke for several minutes about the organization’s work, the children they supported, the programs they funded, and the lives they hoped to change.

Then he paused.

"And now..."

The room became quieter.

"It is my privilege to introduce someone who needs very little introduction."

A few people laughed.

Adrian stood near the side of the stage.

The host continued.

"Mr. Adrian Belmont."

Applause filled the ballroom immediately.

Adrian stepped forward, and the cameras immediately began flashing. He ignored them as he climbed the small set of stairs and walked toward the podium.

The applause continued until he reached it.

He stopped when he got there, and looked out at the crowd. Hundreds of faces stared back at him.

For a second, he couldn’t speak.

Not because he was nervous, but because he suddenly remembered the first time he’d stood in front of a room full of strangers.

He’d been a child, small, angry, and confused. He’d hated everyone who looked at him with pity. He’d hated the questions related to his mum’s death, and how it wasn’t his fault.

He’d hated being told that things would get better.

Adrian’s fingers tightened slightly against the edges of the podium. He took in a deep breath, as he remembered Emilia.

He took a slow breath. "Good evening."

His voice carried through the ballroom.

The room fell completely silent.

Adrian looked across the audience. "I was told I should speak about my childhood tonight."

A few people smiled.

He didn’t.

"I wasn’t particularly enthusiastic about that."

A small ripple of laughter moved through the room.

Adrian’s expression softened slightly. "Mostly because my childhood isn’t a particularly interesting story."

He paused. "It wasn’t glamorous."

The room became still again.

"I grew up in an orphanage."

There was a subtle shift in the audience.

Some people leaned forward, surprised. Others exchanged glances of surprise.

Adrian noticed. He continued. "I don’t remember much about the first few years."

His voice remained even. "But I remember enough."

He looked down briefly. "I remember wondering why other children had parents coming to pick them up."

His fingers tightened against the podium. "I remember watching them leave."

A quiet silence settled over the room.

"And I remember pretending I didn’t care when nobody came for me."

Someone in the audience lowered their eyes.

Adrian looked at them. He didn’t feel pity. He felt something else. A bit of recognition.

"That place wasn’t perfect." He paused. "It couldn’t replace a family." His voice softened. "But it gave me something."

He looked toward the back of the room. "It gave me a bed."

A few people smiled sadly.

"It gave me food."cHe swallowed. "It gave me teachers." He paused. "And it gave me people who kept showing up."

His expression changed. "That mattered."

The room was silent.

Adrian looked down at his hands.

"I didn’t understand that when I was young." He lifted his eyes again. "I thought surviving was something I had to do alone."

He paused briefly. "I was wrong."

Several people were visibly emotional now.

Adrian continued. "There were people who helped me." He looked around the room. "Some of them probably don’t even remember doing it."

A small smile appeared on his lips. "But I remember." His voice became firmer. "And that’s why I’m standing here."

The audience listened.

"I don’t know what any of you went through." He paused. "I don’t know what brought you into this room tonight."

His eyes moved over the crowd.

"But if you’re here because you want to help a child..." He took a breath. "Then help them. Give them a reason to believe that tomorrow can be different from today."

The room remained silent.

"Because sometimes that’s all someone needs." He paused. "One person." His eyes softened. "One person who stays."

There was a long silence.

Then the applause began. It started from somewhere near the middle of the room, then another person joined.

Then another.

Within seconds, the entire ballroom erupted.

Adrian stepped back slightly. He wasn’t comfortable with applause. He looked down, away from the flashlights.

For a brief second, he thought about Emilia.

He could almost hear her voice. He smiled faintly. Maybe she’d been right.

He looked toward the audience one final time. "Thank you."

Sating that, he stepped away from the podium. The applause grew louder.

Adrian walked down the stairs from the stage, and several people immediately began approaching him.

"That was beautiful."

"Mr. Belmont, that was incredibly moving."

"I had no idea..."

He nodded politely. "Thank you."

Another man shook his hand. "That was powerful."

"I never knew you were adopted." A woman approached him next. "I’ve followed your work for years, but I don’t think I’ve ever heard you speak like that."

Adrian gave her a polite smile.

He stepped away, and his eyes searched the room. He wasn’t looking for anyone in particular.

His hand slipped into his pocket. His fingers brushed against his phone. Then, he heard his notification sound.

Adrian stopped.

His expression changed immediately.

A small smile touched his lips.

Emilia.

He was almost certain.

Maybe she’d sent him a message about the speech. Maybe she’d simply said something ridiculous.

He pulled out his phone.

The smile remained on his face as he unlocked the screen.

He unlocked the phone, and saw the name.

Christian.

His smile disappeared.

The message contained only a few words.

Christian: We caught a signal.

Adrian’s eyes narrowed.

Another message appeared.

Christian: Dante is here.

Adrian stopped breathing for a second.

He read the message again. Then another notification appeared.

Christian: He’s at the charity event.

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