From Alpha family to rogue

When he entered the elevator, I took a deep breath and pressed the button for the seventh floor. Seeing him again surprised me, and I realized I should have made a move sooner. But flirting with a man was easier said than done! I had a few drinks to boost my confidence, but my main goal was to test my charms on the man I had been crushing on for a long time.

His name was Henry Blackwood, and he had a reputation as a womanizer who slept with many women. Despite that, I had always been attracted to him. Earlier, I noticed him stealing glances at me, and he looked so cute at that moment.

I knew it was a risky thing to do, but I wanted to do something exciting for once. Besides, my father was busy with a conference, so I convinced him to let me go to the hotel. I lied and said I was craving something that only the hotel could provide. Since I announced my wishes in front of his friends, he couldn't refuse. He warned me to behave while he was in the meeting, but I had no intention of following his rules.

Before the conference, I had talked to some friends and convinced them to visit me at the hotel later. The hotel had a lot to offer, including bars. I had never been to a bar or had a drinking session before because my father didn't allow it. As Roger Anderson's daughter, I was expected to behave at all times, but sometimes it got boring!

“Hello,” he greeted me with a smile.

It was just a simple greeting, but the idea of being alone with him in a small space excited me for reasons I couldn't explain. I replied nervously, “Hi. Are you going down?”

“Yes,” he replied, grinning at me as he checked the floor numbers. “Looks like we're heading to the same floor.”

“Are you sure? What a coincidence,” I said, trying to gather my thoughts. His attractive smile and cute dimples overwhelmed me. When he grinned at me, I felt like I was about to collapse. Earlier, I couldn't flirt with him as planned because I was too scared of the way he looked into my eyes.

“Are you with friends or a boyfriend?” he casually asked.

“No, I'm alone,” I said, shaking my head. “Why do you ask?”

“Hmm, I noticed you were staring earlier, and correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe you want to be with me tonight.”

I narrowed my eyes at him and smiled at his straightforwardness. “I apologize if I was staring at you earlier. It was my fault,” I admitted, and he nodded.

The elevator then stopped, and some women entered, so I didn't have a chance to explain further. When we reached the seventh floor, we exchanged smiles as we exited the elevator.

“Does your boyfriend have a room in the hotel?” he dared to ask again, probably checking if I had lied earlier. I scowled at him because he had no right to inquire about my personal life. “I already told you that I'm alone,” I insisted, and he raised an eyebrow in response. “Why? Can't a woman be alone in a hotel?”

“Not really, but it's unusual,” he responded with a smirk.

“It may seem unusual, but whenever I have free time, I usually come here to relax,” I lied.