“I’ve been thinking about this since that first video interview,” he said.
“Then stop thinking and—oh, God.”
Leo’s fingers found a rhythm that made coherent thought impossible. His eyes locked with mine, his expression a mixture of desire and something deeper, more possessive. My breath hitched as he worked me with expert precision, building a delicious tension that had me clutching his shoulders. The stars above blurred as my hips rocked against his hand, seeking more pressure, more friction.
His mouth found my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there while his thumb circled in maddening patterns. I gasped his name, fingers digging into the expensive fabric of his suit jacket, not caring if I left wrinkles or marks. Something was building inside me, a crescendo approaching like the rumble of thunder, yet not quick enough.
Leo’s eyes, dark with desire, never left mine, gauging and adjusting his movements in response to every shudder and sigh that escaped me. His free hand tugged down the top of my dress, exposing my breast to the night air. My breath stuttered when his mouth descended, first gentle, then with a sharp scrape of teeth that sent lightning through my veins. My heart hammeredwildly against my ribs as he nibbled and sucked, each bite sending spikes of pleasure straight to where his fingers worked their magic. I arched my back, a broken moan tearing from my throat as my hips bucked involuntarily against his hand.
“That’s it,” he murmured, voice rough. His face was flushed with desire, the moonlight casting a glow on his sharp features. His eyes, intense and commanding, urged me to give in to the moment.
At that moment, I knew I would do anything for him, give myself completely to him without hesitation. And so, with one final gasp, I closed my eyes as fire shot through my body. The stars behind my eyes whited out the Vegas sky and I melted into a puddle in his arms.
We sat still for a while as I caught my breath, listening to Vegas hum below us. Eventually, I’d have to get dressed and we would go back inside. But for now, I let myself relax in the glow, wrapped in Leo’s arms with the desert night cooling our skin.
“We should talk about this,” Leo said eventually, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my hip.
The stillness around us was shattered by a phone ringing.
Leo groaned, reaching for his jacket and pulling out his phone. “Ares. I’ve got to answer this.”
“Of course,” I said in my dream haze.
“Yes?” he said. “Okay, I’ll be there in fifteen. Yeah, I’m in the middle of something. I said I’ll be there.” He ended the call, looking down at me, still in his arms. “Sorry,” he said. “Business.”
“Hey,” I said. “It’s okay. I understand.”
Leo walked me to my suite, holding my hand in the private elevator, pressing me against the wall for one more kiss before the doors opened. In the hallway, he paused at my door.
“Get some rest,” he said, brushing hair from my face with unexpected tenderness. “Tomorrow’s going to be interesting.”
“That’s one word for it.”
His grin was pure Leo—playful and warm and hiding depths most people never saw. “If I had champagne, I’d toast to tomorrow.”
After a final searing kiss, I watched him walk away toward his suite, then I slipped inside mine. I opened my laptop on the dining table and opened the marketing materials I’d been reviewing before the rooftop dinner.
I should sleep. My body was exhausted. I was satisfied in ways Daniel had never managed, and processing emotions I couldn’t quite name. However, my brain buzzed with adrenaline and ideas, along with the crystal-clear certainty that I had just crossed a line that could not be uncrossed.
So instead of sleeping, I opened my laptop and started typing.
The “My Heroes Promo” campaign took shape with fierce clarity. I’d nearly died in that fire, and three men had saved me—quite literally, in Orion’s case, but also figuratively in how they’d treated me since. They’d given me flowers, clothes, and a replacement laptop. They’d protected, valued, and made me feel worthy of attention beyond my body.
And now the world must know about it.
I crafted the hook first, knowing it had to grab attention in the three-second scroll:Curvy girl rescued half-naked from burning hotel kitchen—but wait until you see WHO rescues her.
The photos came next. I had shots from theMy Heroes TourLeo had pitched—all three brothers at various Strip locations, looking devastatingly handsome and approachable. I paired them with carefully worded captions that told the story without revealing too much: the fire, the rescue, the aftermath, and the unexpected heroes who owned the hotel.
But I went deeper than surface heroism. I included behind-the-scenes content about their business philosophy and theirparents’ death that shaped their commitment to their employees and community. I positioned them not as distant billionaires but as hands-on leaders who literally carried their people out of burning buildings.
The hashtags were strategic: #MyHeroes #OlympusRoyale #RealLifeHeroes #VegasStrong #BehindTheScenes #KnowYourBillionaires #NotAllHeroesWearCapes #TheyWearItalianSuits
I posted across every platform—TikTok, Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, and even LinkedIn with a more professional angle. The algorithm gods either loved me or I’d tapped into something people desperately wanted, because engagement started immediately.
Ten likes. Fifty. Two hundred.
I refreshed compulsively, watching the numbers climb, while simultaneously creating follow-up content. I created a video compilation featuring the brothers interacting with staff and guests, showcasing their genuine care and attention. A photo carousel showing the hotel’s safety protocols and commitment to guest protection—implying that the fire was an anomaly, not negligence.
