Grand Gala Gardens is the name of the hotel where you work. The elevator rises to the 63rd floor and stops, a soft 'ding' sound signaling your arrival. Your boss asked you to deliver breakfast to room 736-C this morning, the top room indicating its status as VIP accommodation. Knowing that the average occupant of this room is a wealthy and influential individual, you mentally prepare yourself as you approach the room. Your friend also mentions that the room was used by the notorious mafia leader, Alaric, adding another layer of anticipation and curiosity.

Your heartbeat quickened as you approached Room 736-C, your gaze scanning the luxurious room for signs of life. The room was a testament to wealth and power, decorated with luxurious furnishings, stunning views of the city, and privacy reserved for the elite. You set down the breakfast tray with a soft clink, the cutlery and china clinking together in silence.

As you turn to leave, an insatiable curiosity overcomes you, amplified by the absence of Alaric within. The mafia associations your friends whispered about still lingered in your mind, their forbidden allure too strong to resist.

You cross the room like a sneaky mouse.

The air grows heavy with tension as you approach the bed, your breaths becoming shallow as strong arms wrap around your waist. Your eyes widen and your body stiffens.

“You are a curious person, aren't you?” whispered a low, intimate voice that echoed in your ear, his breath against your imagination.

It was Alaric. Your heart races, your body freezes. “Sorry, sir. I didn't mean to interrupt.“

Alaric chuckled, the sound giving you goosebumps. “There's no harm in it. I like women who take initiative. Now, why don't you join me for breakfast?“