The hours already showed 10 pm, but the city streets still looked crowded. The lights of the passing vehicles filled the streets, making the night sky sparkle.

Aiden was sitting by the window of his presidential suite, observing the hustle and bustle of the city as opposed to his quiet room. Occasionally, his hands rose to comb his short, wet hair. ​​

His eyes were fixed on the beautiful city street view, but unfortunately, that beauty made his eyes sting and his vision blurred.

He closed his eyes and his memory returned to that day, one year ago. The day fate not only robbed him of sight but also paralyzed his legs. That day, fate had changed his whole life.

But what did destiny mean? Aiden did not believe in fate, because it was not fate that determined the course of his life, but he himself. He made the impossible possible, even if fate was against it.

Eight months after the accident happened, Aiden was back on his way. His persistence in running an intensive physiotherapist for months made his legs bounce back and move. His vision slowly recovered even though the bright light still disturbed his eyes and made his vision blurry.

Nobody knew that he could see again and he did not intend to reveal it until his eyes had completely recovered to their original state.

He was deep in the memories of his past when suddenly a voice woke him up from his reverie. The door to his room slowly opened and two servants entered the room carrying a woman. The woman looked so drunk, that she was completely unaware when the two maids led her to Aiden's bed.

One of the servants raised his index finger towards his mouth, gesturing for his partner not to make the slightest sound. Aiden smiled when he saw the gesture of the two servants who thought he was blind and couldn't see what they were doing. Not the kind smile on his lips, but the smile that was really terrible.

"Who is there?" Aiden growled softly.

The growl made the two servants gasp. They were both very scared and immediately fled from the room without thinking twice.

Aiden was angry. His jaw tightened as he rose from his chair and went to the woman who had been left in his room. Who dared to enter his room without permission?

Under the dim light of his room, Aiden could see the woman's face blushed, the strong smell of wine wafting from all over her body. He continued to squirm on the bed, while his lips parted slightly and let out a soft moan.

Aiden frowned upon seeing this. He turned around and was about to call his assistant to immediately get rid of the stranger who entered his room. But just as he was about to leave, suddenly the woman grabbed his hand.

"Please ..." groaned the woman softly.

Only then did Aiden see the woman's face clearly. His eyes widened slightly when he realized who the real woman was in his room.

He immediately sat on the edge of the bed and reached out, stroking the woman's face gently. In contrast to her very gentle gesture, the question that came out of her lips was so cold that it made others shudder, "Anya. Who did this to you?"

Unfortunately, Anya was completely unaware at this time, she couldn't hear what Aiden was asking at all. Her heart was beating very fast and her whole body seemed to be on fire.

Anya could only feel cold hands touching her face, making her feel a little comfortable. As if she was thirsty for comfort, Anya reached out and hugged Aiden, leaning her whole body against the man.

Her head slumped weakly on Aiden's shoulders, while her hot breath seemed to caress Aiden's neck, making the man's whole body stiffen.

Someone had given this woman medicine and sent it to her for this specific purpose. Who exactly did it and for what purpose?

Anya could not bear the medicinal effect she felt on her body. She was having trouble breathing and was gasping for breath.

Aiden held her chin gently and lifted her head slightly, forcing Anya to meet his gaze. Her long black hair fell apart, but it didn't detract from her beauty.

Their eyes met each other as if they were entangled with each other and couldn't take their eyes off again. Anya took the initiative, hooked her fingers around Aiden's neck and kissed him on the lips. Aiden could only be shocked and speechless, not knowing how to react.

Anya's scent filled his sense of smell. The fragrance was soft, fragrant but not overwhelming, making Aiden couldn't hold himself anymore.

His hand grabbed the back of Anya's head, while his previously silent lips began to gently crush Anya's lips. Aiden's lips felt cold like peppermint candy to Anya, making her unable to resist the lips. She tilted her head, seeking a more comfortable position when their lips pressed together.

Seeing the warm welcome from the woman who was drooping in his arms, Aiden's lips moved even more fiercely, crushing Anya's lips even deeper. Slowly he pushed Anya's body until her back touched the soft mattress. Their breaths were in rhythm, integrated with one another.

Anya felt her body getting hotter. She stretched, reached for the zipper on her dress and wanted to take it off. However, Aiden's hand moved even faster. He held Anya's wrist and confined it over her head. Meanwhile, his other hand was pulling the zipper of Anya's dress, slowly removing the woman's clothes.

Aiden started kissing Anya's shoulder and slowly walked towards the woman's neck. The kiss was light and gentle, like the caress of flower petals against Anya's skin, causing a moan unconsciously escaped her mouth.

That moan made Aiden even more excited and began to fondle Anya's whole body, exploring her beautiful body. The woman was like an addiction to him.

The temperature in the room grew hotter as they sank into a wave of passion. For an entire night, only low growls or ravishing moans could be heard in the room.