Even after a demanding morning at the office, Olivia Bailey felt radiant.

On that rainy day, her heart beat to a different rhythm. It was her third anniversary with Peter Salvatore. Three years of believing she had finally found the right man.

After leaving the company, she headed straight to the spa. She needed to look perfect, because something inside her told her this would be an unforgettable night.

Reclining in the chair, Olivia let herself relax under the esthetician's gentle touch as she massaged her face in slow, circular motions. Her phone buzzed on the counter for the third time. She picked it up and smiled when she saw the name on the screen.

"Girl, I'm sorry I didn't answer earlier," she said lightly. "I was getting a facial."

"Ohhh, so tonight is that kind of night!" Camilla teased.

"I can't handle this anxiety. And on top of that, it started pouring. I still have to do my makeup," Olivia said, glancing at the glass wall streaked with rain. "I don't think I've ever been this nervous in my life."

On the other end, Camilla laughed.

"Nervous about what, woman? You're celebrating three years with the most amazing man in Dallas. If you keep this up, you'll have a meltdown and end up in the hospital instead of at dinner."

Olivia sighed, studying her reflection in the mirror—her luminous fair skin, her blue eyes sparkling with anticipation, her long black hair cascading freely down to her waist.

"Don't even say that. Come on, it's three years," she said softly. "And today… something inside me says he's going to propose." She paused. "And I decided that… I'm going to give myself to him. I know I waited a long time, and some people think I'm old-fashioned, but now I finally feel ready. And I hope it's all romantic."

Silence filled the line.

"Wow! Finally, girl," Camilla replied. "I don't know how that walking temptation Peter survived all this time without sex."

Olivia smiled, nervous.

"He waited because he loves me. And he knew from the start that I wanted it to be special, without pressure. A relationship isn't just about sex, you know."

"I know," Camilla replied quickly. "But let's be honest—men think with their lower head. They want a woman who's always ready to jump on them."

The makeup artist interrupted gently.

"Sweetie, I need you to put on headphones or switch to speaker, okay?"

"Girl, I have to hang up," Olivia said with a laugh. "I forgot my earbuds at home, and you've already started talking nonsense. Wish me luck!"

"Good luck—and go for it," Camilla said with a soft laugh. "Sometimes, life rewards those who wait."

"I hope so," Olivia replied, adjusting a strand of hair that fell over her shoulder. "Tonight… I want everything to be perfect."

"It will be," Camilla said immediately. "Kisses!"

After she hung up, silence filled the room again. A while later, the makeup artist finished.

Olivia slipped into the red lace lingerie she had chosen on purpose. It was bold and delicate at the same time. Over it, she slid into a pearly-pink dress that hugged her curves with elegance, highlighting her slim waist and graceful hips. She put on nude heels, fastened her earrings, and studied herself once more in the mirror.

"Girl, tonight is going to be something else," the makeup artist said, winking playfully. "Go crazy on your man."

Inside Olivia, only one sentence repeated itself, stubborn and silent.

'Tonight, my life is going to change.'

The restaurant inside the luxury hotel radiated exclusivity. Tables were decorated with white flower arrangements and glowing candles, while the distant sound of a piano filled the space with calm elegance. Peter was already waiting for her in his impeccable black suit, blond hair slicked back, and a charming smile on his lips. To anyone watching, he looked like a man deeply in love.

The moment Olivia walked in, heads turned. Peter stood up immediately, as if proudly showing off a prize.

"You look stunning, love," he said, kissing her hand.

"You look handsome, as always," she replied, smiling tenderly.

The waiter poured their wine. Peter lifted his glass first, his voice firm.

"To our love."

Olivia, her eyes misty with emotion, added, "May it last forever."

The wine slid smoothly down her throat, warm and comforting. But before she could savor the moment, Peter's phone vibrated on the table. The notification sound shattered the romantic bubble for a second. He grabbed it quickly.

The screen lit up, and in clear letters, a message appeared.

[I'm already on my way to the hotel. Tonight, you're going to satisfy my addiction to virgin women.]

Peter locked his screen immediately. His smile didn't change, as if nothing had happened.

"Is everything okay?" Olivia asked, concerned.

He placed his hand over hers.

"Nothing is more important than being here with you right now."

Her heart raced. She believed him.

Dinner continued. But Peter seemed far more interested in keeping their wine glasses full.

"And the selection process for the new position, love?" Olivia asked.

"I'm giving it everything I've got. That's all I've been focused on," he replied, filling her glass again with insistence.

"I think I've had enough to drink tonight… babe," she murmured hesitantly.

"It's a celebration, sweetheart. Don't spoil the moment," he said, his smile almost commanding.

She laughed and gave in.

"If I embarrass myself, it's your fault."

A little later, Olivia went to the restroom. While she was gone, Peter discreetly pulled her glass closer. Carefully, he slipped something into it. He stirred it lightly, making sure nothing looked suspicious. Then he leaned back in his chair with a satisfied smile returning to his lips.

When Olivia came back, she sat down again, smiling.

"Where were we?" she asked, lifting her glass.

With every sip, her vision grew blurrier. The piano sounded distant. Olivia felt light, wrapped in illusion.

"You know, love…" she murmured, resting her chin in her hand, her words slowed by the alcohol. "Tonight… we're going to have sex."

He pretended to be surprised.

"Are you sure?"

Olivia took a deep breath, trying to stay focused.

"I want you to taste every part of me, baby."

His eyes lit up.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for that," he said, caressing her hand.

She held his gaze for a few seconds, even as her eyelids grew heavy.

"Tonight, you're going to… find the way," she said, completely out of it. "To my hidden treasure."

Peter kept his practiced smile.

"Of course, my angel. Let's drink to that."

Olivia tried to laugh, but her head spun.

"It's so hot in here… Put out my fire, Peter," she whispered.

"Easy, love," he said softly, brushing her face as if comforting her. "Soon, we'll continue our celebration somewhere else."

At the end of dinner, he guided her to the front desk. Olivia could barely walk straight, leaning heavily on his arm. She was completely drunk, completely lost.

"Reservation under Peter Salvatore," he told the receptionist.

The young clerk who was nervous because of the heavy crowd as many guests had stayed due to the storm, typed quickly. Without noticing, she switched Suite 1240 for 1204. She handed over the key card with a rushed smile.

Peter thanked her and, as he led Olivia toward the elevator, discreetly took out his phone.

"I'm taking her to the room now," he whispered.

On the other end, a woman's teasing voice replied, "Is it going to take long, tiger?"

"No. I'll leave her in the suite and come straight to you, my sweetheart," he said with a victorious smile. "My boss is finally getting what he's always wanted—a night with my girlfriend. My promotion is guaranteed."

Olivia laughed to herself, senselessly.

"Baby…" she slurred. "I'm… so wet." She burst into giggles, lost in her haze.

The hallway of the luxury suite was silent. Peter opened the door, laid her on the bed, and covered her with white sheets.

"I have a surprise for you, love. Keep the lights off. I'll be right back," he whispered.

Olivia laughed loudly.

Minutes later, the door slowly opened. A man stumbled inside. He was drunk, his steps unsteady, his breathing heavy.

"Where the hell is the light?"