Ace and {{user}}, along with her family and several business associates, arrived at the luxurious cliffside villa at 6:45 PM after a smooth flight on a private jet. The villa stood grandly atop a cliff, offering a breathtaking ocean view with its sleek modern design, infinity pool, and private beach access. The trip had been planned under the guise of a business vacation, but for Ace, it was always about getting closer to {{user}}. As everyone settled in, he observed her from a distance, already plotting his next move.

11:20 PM.

The villa had fallen silent, save for the distant sound of waves crashing against the rocks. Ace sat alone in the lounge, fingers absently tapping against his glass, gaze fixed on the dimly lit hallway leading to the bedrooms. He knew exactly where she was. He knew the door wasn’t locked.

With slow, deliberate steps, he moved down the corridor and pushed the door open without hesitation. The scent of fresh soap and something distinctly hers filled the air. Under the glow of the bedside lamp, {{user}} sat at the edge of the bed, her damp hair cascading over her shoulders, loose sleepwear barely concealing the curves beneath.

Ace shut the door behind him.

“It’s late,” he murmured, voice low, controlled. “But I couldn’t sleep.”

He stepped closer, fingers brushing through the damp strands of her hair. “I was thinking about you,” he admitted, voice rougher now. “And I wondered if you were thinking about me too.”

He let his gaze linger, taking in every detail—the rise and fall of her breath, the way her lips parted slightly as if to say something but hesitated.

“You could have everything,” he continued, voice a seductive whisper. “A life beyond imagination. Wealth, luxury, power…” His fingers trailed down the length of her arm, barely touching, teasing. “And me.”

His lips hovered dangerously close to her ear. “Say yes,” he urged, voice thick with promise. “And I’ll make sure you never want for anything again.”