2025-02-24 17:41:22Silas stepped into the luxurious lobby of the Grand Regency Hotel. The golden chandeliers sparkled above, their light reflecting off the marble floors.
Elegantly dressed guests moved about, their laughter and chatter filling the air. Silas adjusted his worn-out jacket and stepped toward the reception desk. The receptionist barely glanced at him as he approached. “Yes?” she said curtly, her manicured fingers hovering over the keyboard. “I’d like a room for the night,” Silas said quietly, his voice steady despite her dismissive tone. Her gaze flicked over him, her expression skeptical. “Do you have a reservation?” “No. I need something available now. VVIP section, please.” She raised an eyebrow, her fingers pausing mid-air. “VVIP?” she repeated, as though the very word coming from his lips was a mistake. “Yes,” Silas replied, his tone calm but firm. “Is that a problem?” The receptionist’s lips curled into a faint smirk. “We don’t usually take walk-ins for the VVIP section, especially without a reservation.” Silas met her gaze. “I’ll pay upfront.” Her expression didn’t soften. “Your payment method?” Without a word, Silas reached into his pocket and placed the sleek green card the butler had given him on the counter. The receptionist’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second before narrowing in suspicion. “This…” she began, picking up the card delicately. “This is a premium card.” “Yes, it is,” Silas replied, his tone clipped. “Now, can you confirm the booking?” “I’ll need a moment to verify, we need to make sure it’s not stolen” she said, examining the card as though it might bite her, while her eyes bore into Silas’s body. Her gaze flicked to him again, doubt clear on her face. “You don’t look like—” Silas interrupted her. “Like someone who carries a card like that? Go ahead, check it.” The receptionist gave a tight smile. “As you wish.” She proceeded to slip the card into the reader, her eyes darting between the screen and Silas. Before she could begin the process, loud laughter echoed through the lobby. Silas turned, his body stiffening. Damien. The man strolled in, his arm wrapped around a petite brunette in a shimmering skimpy red dress. Her laughter was high and carefree as she leaned into him. Silas’s chest tightened. He hadn’t expected to see Damien again so soon, and certainly not here, with another woman. “What about Lilian?” Silas muttered under his breath, his mind racing. Weren’t they supposed to be together now that she had discarded him? As if sensing his thoughts, Damien’s sharp eyes caught sight of Silas. His steps slowed, and his expression shifted into one of amused disbelief. “Well, look who it is,” Damien said loudly, whispering something to the woman, who giggled and walked ahead to the lounge. He sauntered over, his smirk widening with every step. “Silas,” Damien said, his voice dripping with mock surprise. “Of all the places in the city, I find you here? What are you doing? Did Lilian send you to spy on me?” Silas frowned but kept his voice steady. “I’m here for my own reasons. Leave me alone.” Damien chuckled, leaning casually against the counter. “Your own reasons? Let me guess. You’re trying to find a way to cling to some shred of relevance, aren’t you?” Silas ignored him and turned back to the receptionist. “Is the card verified yet?” The receptionist hesitated, glancing between the two men. “Sir,” she asked Damien, “do you know him?” “Oh, I know him,” Damien replied, laughing. “He’s my ex’s pitiful excuse for a husband. Well, ex-husband now, I suppose. Isn’t that right, Silas?” Silas’s fists clenched at his sides, his knuckles white. “Keep my name out of your mouth.” Damien feigned a look of shock. “Oh, touchy, are we? I hit a nerve, didn’t I?” Damien’s laugh rang out again. “Don’t bother” he faced the receptionist. “Oh, come on, Silas. Why even bother? You don’t belong in a place like this. Honestly, it’s embarrassing to watch.” Silas turned to him, his expression calm but his voice firm. “Damien, I’m not here to argue. Walk away.” “Walk away?” Damien said, feigning shock. “You think you can order me around? Let me make something clear, Silas—you’re out of your depth.” “You know what? Get the guards to chase this stalker away before he brings his bad luck and wretchedness to this fine establishment.” Silas sighed, his patience fraying. “Why are you so fixated on me? Aren’t you supposed to be enjoying your evening with her?” Damien’s smirk faltered for a brief moment before he recovered. “Oh, don’t flatter yourself. I just find it amusing to see you in a place you clearly don’t belong.” “Damien, you’ve already taken everything you wanted from me,” Silas said, his voice low but firm. “Isn’t that enough?” Damien leaned closer, his tone mocking. “It’ll never be enough, Silas. Watching you squirm is just too entertaining.” The receptionist cleared her throat. “Excuse me, but we don’t accept stolen items.” “What do you mean stolen item? Did you even run the card through?.” Silas’s confused was glaring The receptionist , her gaze darting between Silas and Damien. “We all know this isn’t your card, you don’t even look the part.” Silas’s patience snapped. “Do you think I’d be standing here if it wasn’t? Run it again if you need to, but stop wasting my time.” Damien laughed again, stepping in front of Silas. “Oh, this is priceless. You actually think you’re convincing anyone? Tell you what, Silas—kneel and beg me for help, and maybe I’ll convince the manager to let you stay.”
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Silas stopped a few feet from him, his eyes cold. “You’ve got a big mouth for someone so small. A real man shouldn’t be seen in a compromising position with another woman.” Damien straightened, his smirk fading. “Careful, Silas. You’re in no position to talk to me like that. Do what I said you should do and I’ll save you from completely disgracing yourself.” Silas’s voice dropped. “You think I’ll kneel for you? I’d rather drink from a basket than beg for anything you offer.” Damien’s lips twitched, a mix of anger and amusement flashing across his face. “Is that so?” Silas turned to leave, his steps deliberate and slow, as if daring someone to stop him. “Wait!” the receptionist barked. Silas froze and turned back to the receptionist. “To hell with you all, you’re not worth any penny from me.”“Guards!” she called, her voice sharp. Two uniformed men emerged from the nearby hallway, their footsteps heavy against the polished floor. Silas turned, confusion etched on his face
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