CHAPTER 60: RESTROOM

The ladies restroom at Blissville Hospital’s gala was a sanctuary of refined luxury, a hidden gem tucked away from the ballroom’s glittering chaos. Marble counters veined with gold gleamed under soft, recessed lighting, oversized mirrors framed in ornate bronze reflecting an elegance that mirrored the event’s opulence.

Fresh lilies in crystal vases perfumed the air with a delicate floral sweetness, and the tiled floor echoed with the faint, distant hum of the quartet’s melody seeping through the walls. Nadia pushed through the heavy door, her crimson gown swishing like a whisper of silk against her voluptuous curves.

The dress was a masterpiece of seduction, hugging her full figure with a deep v-neckline that plunged daringly between her ample breasts, the fabric clinging to her wide hips and round ass before flaring into a high slit that revealed toned legs with every step. Gold embroidery traced subtle patterns across, making her look like a flame incarnate stunning, commanding, and utterly unaware of the shadow slipping in behind her.

She chose the farthest stall, the door latching with a soft click as she exhaled, gathering her thoughts amid the restroom’s serene quiet. But before she could even turn fully, the door burst open with a forceful shove, the wood groaning in protest as Devon stepped inside, his broad frame filling the space like a storm cloud swallowing the light.

The lock snapped shut behind him, sealing them in the confined stall, the air suddenly thick with tension and his commanding presence.

Nadia whirled, her emerald eyes widening in a storm of shock and fury, her hand flying to her chest as if to steady her racing heart. "What the hell are you doing in here?" she demanded, her voice a sharp, venomous hiss that echoed off the tiled walls, her face flushing crimson with outrage.

The audacity, the sheer, brazen nerve of this man barging into her private space, trapping her in this narrow stall, made her blood boil like lava. "Are you completely insane, Devon? Get out! This is beyond inappropriate, it’s harassment! I’ll scream, I swear to God!"

Devon didn’t budge, his dark eyes raking over her with unfiltered, predatory lust, drinking in every inch of her voluptuous form. The crimson gown accentuated her curves perfectly the deep plunge exposing the swell of her heavy breasts, rising and falling with each furious breath, the fabric molding to her thick hips and full ass like a second skin, the slit flashing a tantalizing glimpse of thigh.

She was a goddess, her silver-streaked hair partially escaping its updo, framing a face twisted in rage but no less captivating, her skin glowing under the soft light. His cock twitched in his pants, hardening at the sight, the memory of her naked body under him fueling the fire.

Nadia’s anger surged, her hands balling into fists at her sides, her voluptuous chest heaving as she stepped forward, her voice rising in a torrent of fury. "I said get out! You think you can just follow me like some creep and corner me? The nerve, the absolute gall! You’re a monster, Devon, a entitled prick who thinks he can do whatever he wants. I’ll report you I’ll make sure everyone knows what a sleaze you are!"

Throughout her outburst, Devon’s gaze never wavered, heavy with desire, his eyes tracing the way her breasts strained against the gown’s neckline, imagining ripping it open to expose her nipples, hard from the cool air or perhaps something more. As she lunged forward to shove him out, her hands pressing against his chest with surprising force, he grabbed her waist in a flash, yanking her flush against him. His fingers dug into her soft, round ass, squeezing the firm flesh through the thin fabric, the contact sending a jolt through her body that made her gasp despite her rage.

"Let go of me, you bastard!" she snarled, her voice trembling with fury, her face inches from his, her breath hot and ragged against his skin. But Devon only held tighter, his hand kneading her ass, the other sliding up her back, his erection pressing insistently against her thigh through his pants.

"All that yelling, what’s it really for?" he murmured, his voice a low, teasing drawl thick with lust, his breath warm on her ear as he squeezed her ass harder, his fingers dipping lower to trace the crease where her thigh met her cheek.

"You’ve seen me naked, Nadia. I’ve seen you. I’ve fucked you until you screamed, cum deep inside that sweet pussy of yours. So drop the attitude, we’re way past playing hard to get."

Nadia’s eyes blazed like emeralds on fire, her hands pushing against his chest, but his grip was unyielding. "Shut up! That was a mistake, a stupid, one-time lapse I regret every deeply. It meant nothing, and it will never happen again. You’re delusional if you think you can just grab me like this!"

Devon’s hand on her ass squeezed even tighter, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh, sending an unwelcome spark of heat through her core. "You sure about that?" he asked, his voice a gravelly challenge, his free hand sliding up toward her breast, fingers grazing the swell through her gown, the fabric thin enough to feel her nipple harden under his touch.

She slapped his hand away with a resounding crack, her glare fierce, her voluptuous body tense in his grasp like a coiled spring. "Don’t you dare touch me! You’re a disgusting pig, Devon, get out now, or I’ll make you regret it!"

The scene teetered on the brink of explosion, Nadia’s yells echoing in the stall, her anger a wildfire that only stoked Devon’s amusement. But just as she opened her mouth for another tirade, the restroom door swung open outside, a burst of gala laughter spilling in with the click of heels on marble, women entering, their voices a bubbly chatter of auction wins and celebrity sightings. "That bid on the yacht? Insane $3 million!" one giggled. "And Dr Devon’s suit? I’d bid on him if I could."

Nadia’s eyes widened in pure panic, her hand flying up to clamp over Devon’s mouth, her palm pressing firmly against his lips as she shoved her body closer to his, their forms molding together in the cramped stall. Her emerald eyes locked on his, wide and pleading, silently begging please, stay quiet, don’t ruin me, her breath coming in shallow, frantic bursts, her voluptuous curves flush against him, her breasts pressing into his chest.

The women outside continued their gossip, sinks running with a splash, mirrors fogging slightly from the steam of their chatter. "Devon’s got that whole room wrapped around his finger," one said. "Did you see that nurse on his arm? Bold choice."

Devon’s eyes twinkled with wicked mischief over Nadia’s hand, but he felt her body against his, the heat of her curves, the rapid rise and fall of her chest and his cock hardened even more, throbbing insistently against her thigh through his pants. Her words, her defiance, her anger they’d only fueled him, the forbidden thrill of her silencing him, her curves pinned to him, making his desire surge like a wildfire.

Nadia felt it too, her eyes widening further in shock and a flicker of unwanted heat, realizing her resistance had backfired, his erection pressing harder, hotter, a silent promise of what he intended to do next.