Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

The whole thing felt like a fever dream.

No. No, this couldn't have—He clamped his eyes shut, trying to force the memories back. Flashes of champagne. Ava teasing him grew deeper and bolder. Claire taking selfies, wine glasses, they promised one.

The bedroom karaoke with cassidy watching from the corner With a slightly angry expression— His heart sank.

Slowly, carefully, Parker craned his neck to the other side of the suite. And there she was.

Cassidy watching from the corner—Curled up on the couch, dressed in her black button-up shirt and tight jeans, one arm draped over her face, fast asleep, or she would seem to be.

No hungover. Not ruffled, just...watching over them.

Shit.

Parker inhaled sharply, panic rising. No way in hell did I just—But the evidence was, unfortunately, all there. Enjoy exclusive chapters from My Virtual Library Empire

The clothes. His custom-tailored black dress shirt draped over the side. His belt tangled around Ava's heels near the minibar. The very expensive suit pants crumpled on the floor like a crime scene.

Abort mission. Abort.

Slowly, painfully slowly, he began the extraction process. First, he peeled Ava's arm off his chest—her lips barely brushed his neck.

He almost yelled.

Then Claire, her fingers brushing his wrist as he shifted—

He froze.

No movement.

Finally, Alina.

The most dangerous of the three since her arm was under him.

But somehow—some miracle of supernatural dexterity—he freed himself. Naked, disheveled, but free, now for the next step: escape.

Gathering his clothes was another problem entirely. His shirt? Fine. Pants? Sure. But the tie? Where the hell was the tie?

Parker half-stumbled across the room, clutching the bunched-up garments against his chest. His balance was wrecked. Every step felt like gravity was personally out to get him.

But Cassidy? Oh, she was awake.

Barely.

One eye cracked open as he shuffled past the couch, she watched with her expression unreadable. And yet—somewhere in that sharp gaze was the silent, withering judgment of someone fully aware he was about to run like a coward.

Parker met her eyes.

The tension stretched—until he bolted for the living room. Putting the clothes on. Buttoning the shirt. No time for socks. Forget the cufflinks. By the time he reached the elevator, his mind was a hurricane of What the hell happened? and Never again.

The doors slid shut.

He sagged against the mirrored wall, heart pounding like he'd just committed some kind of felony.

"I am never getting that drunk again."

****

The morning sunlight spilled in soft streaks across the luxurious suite, the warmth doing little to ease the pounding in Parker's skull.

The shower had been his first call—he'd needed it. Badly. Standing beneath the scalding water in Ava's suite, because she was still in his, Parker let the heat try and wash away the mess his mind had become.

But the memories—oh, they weren't going anywhere.

Champagne. Laughter. Ava's teasing smile too close. Claire and Alina whispering to each other before somehow pressing into the moment.

It had started with Ava. Or maybe all of them.

The heat. The blurred edges. Ava's lips—then Alina's. Claire's fingers tugging his shirt loose while Ava whispered something daring in his ear. What the hell had gotten into them?

Into him?

Parker pressed both hands flat against the cool marble as the water rushed over his face, struggling to make sense of the chaos. It wasn't just him and Ava. No.

Claire. Alina.

They were a married couple. A committed one. And yet, somewhere between too many drinks and whatever the hell Ava had been whispering, they'd all crossed that line.

The four of them.

Together.

Parker exhaled a harsh breath, wiping water from his face as the moments played in vivid, fragmented flashes.

Cassidy.

She'd been there. He remembers everything now under the touch of warm water. The only one not caught in the storm. He remembered the way she'd looked—stone-faced, arms crossed, as she guided his drunk ass and the three very distracted women into the suite.

And then... In the bedroom she had entered first, they had invaded her space. Two bedrooms but they chose the one she was it...

She'd watched. Not with judgment. Just...staring. Like she didn't know whether to stop them or let the disaster unfold. And she hadn't.

He'd never been so reckless.

'What the hell were you thinking, Parker?' Except he knew.

It was the thrill. The craving. The way Ava had felt against him, so bold, so damn beautiful, and then how Alina and Claire had folded into it like it was the most natural thing in the world. Three women, mature—three beautiful milfs, two of them married yet looking for him warmth, the way they had praised his body, all of them taking turns to pleasure him.

He had handled them beautifully and domineeringly and had them pass out before he did. It was beautiful...

No.

It was reckless. Messy.

The kind of thing people didn't walk away from without consequences and now he had to face it.

He shut off the water with a sharp twist, reaching for a towel. His head still pounded, but his mind—clearer now. Mostly. Fresh clothes had arrived—he'd ordered them while showering. Charcoal slacks, a black dress shirt, simple but sharp. Professional.

The problem was, no amount of expensive fabric was making him feel like the man who walked into that party last night then walking out with four women three if them ending up crying under him.

Parker ran a hand through his damp hair, glancing around Ava's suite. Her things were everywhere. Designer heels tucked near the door. A silk robe draped over the chair.

And right there—a lace thong. Black. Parker immediately looked away, heat rushing to his face, 'stop thinking about it.' He needed his phone.

It was back in his suite. With...them. No avoiding it forever. He had to face them like the man who had dominated them yesterday, surely it won't be a problem, right?

But first—Parker sank onto the ottoman, closing his eyes. 'Focus. Center yourself.' The memories wouldn't control him. He wasn't a scared kid anymore.

The way Ava had kissed him—yeah, it happened. The way things spiraled? Yeah, that happened too but it was probably bound to happen sooner or later.

He let out a breath.

Tried to sell himself that lie.

Tried to ignore the fact that it wasn't the alcohol, not completely. Because last night? It had felt good, he felt in control, dancing in pure ecstasy and power.

Lust and Power. And that terrified him more than anything.

Days ago, he'd been a virgin—rich, yes, but untouched, untested. Then came Tessa. And now...three women in one night? Parker groaned, scrubbing a hand over his face.

This was a disaster, he couldn't avoid them all day, though.

After another hour of pacing the suite and meditation, he finally squared his shoulders, already dressed sharply, he headed for the door. Face it.

Except...things never go the way you expect.