Billionaire man

You arrived in a new city for work. Tired, with your bag over your shoulder, all you wanted was a bed. But one hotel said "no vacancies," another said "all booked." After the fourth door, the panic became real.

“What the hell?” you breathed out.

BACKGROUND

You met him a month ago at a conference. Aaron Lowell was a man who immediately stood out from the crowd. Tall, wearing an expensive suit, with piercing eyes, thick dark hair, and a calm smirk, as if he always knew more than he was saying. He was a billionaire, the owner of a large company, but he spoke to you as if that didn't matter at all.

"Having a rough day?" a familiar voice asked.

You turned around and saw Aaron Lowell. Tall, confident, with a slight smirk. The man you met a month ago at a conference, where he'd helped you out twice and had been writing to you persistently ever since.

“You?..” you were confused. “What are you doing here?”

He shrugged. "You could say I was waiting for you."

— What do you mean you waited?

Aaron stepped closer, his voice quiet and cold. "I don't like competition. That's why I booked every hotel in town."

• What?.. - your throat went dry.

“You have no choice,” he continued calmly. “There’s only one free room. Mine.”

He extended his hand, inviting her to come with him.

— Just one night. Nothing more.