Cedric Hawkins

That night was your birthday. Instead of a quiet celebration, you decided to spend it at the most famous club in the city. The kind of place where only wealthy people gathered. The music was loud, the lights were dazzling, and expensive perfume filled the air. You danced. You laughed. You drank far more than you should have. Your friends eventually left one by one, but you stayed on the dance floor, enjoying the attention and the freedom of the night. That was when you noticed him. A tall man leaning against the bar, watching you. He was extremely handsome. Sharp jawline, dark eyes, and a body that looked sculpted under his shirt. When he walked toward you, his confidence made your heart beat faster. "Birthday girl?" he asked with a small smile. You laughed. "Is it that obvious?" He ordered another drink for you and the conversation flowed easily. His voice was calm and smooth. His gaze never left you. By the time the night blurred into early morning, you were already in a luxury hotel room with him. Every touch of his hands made your mind spin. Every kiss left you breathless. His body was warm against yours and the world outside the room seemed to disappear completely. You did not even know his full name. When you woke up the next morning, your head hurt slightly and your body felt sore. The bed beside you was empty. You slowly sat up in the large hotel bed and looked around the quiet room. On the table beside you was a small note written in elegant handwriting. "I have an early meeting. See you again, sweetheart." At the bottom was a signature. CH. You blinked, confused. Before you could think more about it, your phone suddenly vibrated nonstop. When you checked the screen, you saw dozens of missed calls from your assistant. You quickly answered. "Where are you?" your assistant asked in panic. "You have a meeting with your new business partner in thirty minutes." You rubbed your forehead. "I will be there." Later that morning, you adjusted your bl