Noelle walked down the quiet hotel corridor. Amelia had asked her to check on Valentina, who had slipped away earlier with a hand to her head, muttering about a headache, heading to Amelia's room 904.
But before knocking, Noelle stopped.
Her hand hovered above the door. She hesitated. 'Maybe… maybe I should see Mr. Jace. Just once. Then this guilt will ease, even a little.'
Her steps turned.
But at Jace's room 908, the door wasn't fully shut. A thin line of light cut through the dark hall. Curiosity tugged at her steps. She edged closer.
Then looked through the gap of the door.
She froze, her breath hitched.
Inside, Valentina knelt on the floor between Jace's spread legs. He sat deep in the sofa, body steady, his hand clamped hard on the back of her head as he shoved her mouth up and down his cock. His expression was amused, eyes fixed on her with clear enjoyment as she gagged around him.
