Chapter 938: Chapter 938 Launcher
Nina almost convinced herself to leave—to walk away from this madness before it went too far.
But her body refused to move.
Her legs stayed glued to the ground, her heart beating faster with every tick of the clock.
By the time the bells tolled twelve, her stomach was in knots.
"Nina Peterson?"
The voice startled her.
She turned quickly, her eyes landing on an elderly gentleman in a crisp, tailored suit.
His posture was erect, his expression calm, professional, yet sharp in a way that unsettled her.
"Yes?" Nina replied, her voice uncertain. Her mind raced, trying to place him.
Had she seen him before? Was he a professor? A neighbor?
But no—his presence was far too commanding, too deliberate.
The man gave her a small, polite nod.
"Ross sent me to get you. Please, follow me."
Her throat went dry.
She wanted to ask where Ross was, why he hadn’t come himself—but the old man turned on his heel before she could.
His confidence was unnerving, as though he knew she would obey.
And he was right.
Nina hesitated only a second before hurrying after him, her heart slamming against her ribs.
Her feet moved faster than her thoughts, faster than her doubts.
She followed him down the path, across the park, and into the street where a sleek black car waited at the curb.
The door opened silently. The old man gestured.
Nina’s breath trembled as she slid into the backseat, clutching her handbag against her chest as if it might protect her.
The old man shut the door behind her, then slipped into the driver’s seat, and without a word, the car pulled away.
The ride was quiet. Too quiet.
The only sounds were the hum of the engine and the rush of the city outside the windows.
Nina stared out at the passing streets, her reflection faint against the glass.
Questions churned in her mind, each one sharper than the last.
What if this is a trap? What if he’s playing with me? What if someone sees me? What if Zack ever finds out?
But underneath it all, another thought pulsed, hot and undeniable.
What if it’s real? What if Ross is really waiting for me?
Twenty-five minutes later, the car slowed to a smooth stop.
Nina looked up—and her breath caught in her throat.
They were parked in front of one of the city’s most exclusive hotels, a towering glass structure that shimmered under the sun like a jewel.
The kind of place only the wealthy or powerful ever stepped inside.
She had seen it on billboards, heard classmates gossip about celebrities who stayed there, but never once imagined she would be here herself.
The old man got out, came around, and opened her door with practiced courtesy.
"He’s in the penthouse waiting for you, Miss Nina." His voice was calm, final.
Nina stepped out, her knees trembling, her palms slick with sweat.
She looked up at the towering building, the sunlight glinting off its mirrored windows.
Her chest tightened, her breath shallow. Somewhere at the very top, Ross, Carrie’s rich boyfriend, was waiting.
The car door shut behind her.
Without another word, the old man returned to the driver’s seat, and in a moment, the sleek black vehicle was gone, leaving her standing alone on the marbled steps of the hotel.
Her legs felt like they might give out beneath her.
Every instinct told her to run, to go home, to bury this mistake before it consumed her whole.
But her body... her body carried her forward, one unsteady step at a time, through the gilded glass doors and into the grand lobby where the air smelled of fresh flowers and polished wood.
And with every step closer to the elevator, to the penthouse, to Ross—her fate sealed itself tighter around her.
There was no turning back.
***
Nina stepped out of the elevator, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor.
The doors slid shut behind her with a muted thunk, sealing her in the penthouse suite.
The place was breathtaking.
Towering windows stretched from floor to ceiling, offering a panoramic view of the city skyline.
Sunlight spilled through the glass, casting golden reflections on the sleek furniture, the glass tables, the velvet couches, and the grand chandelier overhead that glittered like a constellation.
The faint scent of orchids and polished wood lingered in the air.
Though Nina came from a wealthy family and wasn’t a stranger to luxury, this was different.
Her family’s mansions and summer houses felt extravagant, yes—but this?
This penthouse screamed absolute power. It wasn’t just money. It was dominion.
The kind of place where one didn’t simply live—they ruled.
Nina’s eyes roamed across the suite, her nervous hands tightening around her handbag.
She wanted to admire more, to take it in, to lose herself in the beauty of the place just to calm her nerves.
But then she heard it—footsteps. Slow, steady, deliberate.
Her heart skipped.
From the far end of the penthouse, he appeared.
Ross.
No disguise. No spell. No mask. He came forward boldly, and he came naked.
The sunlight touched every inch of his tall, broad frame, illuminating the ridges of his chest, the sculpted muscles of his arms, the confident sway of his stride.
His aura filled the room before he even spoke, the sheer weight of his presence pressing down on her until her breath came shallow and fast.
And between his thighs...
Nina’s eyes dropped before she could stop herself.
The sight almost made her knees buckle. Even soft, his cock was massive—thick,
heavy, veined, hanging low with the sheer weight of it.
It swung slightly as he moved, obscene in its size, larger than anything she could have believed was possible.
The memory of seeing it through the crack of the washroom door came rushing back, but this—this was worse.
This was real. Right in front of her.
Her cheeks flushed, heat spreading through her body as shame twisted in her stomach.