Imperial CEO's Unlimited Love

The Imperial Hotel was a splendid place. The various decorations highlighted the luxury of it.

Aimee Bell smiled sweetly as she walked out of the elevator.

Today was her fiancé Leslie Hall's birthday. After learning that Leslie had booked a suite, she had managed to get the room card for that suite.

She was going to give Leslie a surprise.

She opened the door to the room and sat down.

There was a glass of water on the table. She was a little thirsty and thought it should be prepared by Leslie. So, she drank half glass of water without any doubts.

Gradually, some unknown gasps came from the bedroom.

"Aimee Bell, that bitch. She doesn't like you at all as much as I do. I'd give you anything. I gave you all of myself a year ago~~"

"Baby, don't talk. Let's get down to business~~"

The bedroom door was not closed tightly, and she turned her head to see the sexy image on the bed in the bedroom.

The woman Leslie was holding turned out to be her half-sister, Ava Bell!

One year!

They had been in this relationship for a year?

The more Aimee looked at them, the more they looked like two swine!

Shameless swine!

Aimee was about to rush in when she felt a sudden and strange feeling that made her uncomfortable.

Her limbs grew weak and her expression began to look confused.

There was a drug in that glass of water she had just drunk!

She'd never taken that kind of drug, but she knew how she would do next if she...

The two people in the room didn't stop at all. If Leslie found her like this now, the consequences would be dire...

Her nails were pinched into her flesh. The pain made her retain a shred of sanity and then she rushed out with the last of her strength.

The door was opened with a loud bang and the two people on the bed in the bedroom heard the noise.

Leslie came out wrapped in a blanket and found the door open. He went to the door to observe the hallway but found no one there.

Ava was standing seductively in the bedroom doorway with no clothes on. She realized he was about to call and went over to stop him, "Don't be paranoid. I didn't lock the door when I came in. No other people came in."

When Leslie didn't put down the receiver, Ava continued to talk him down, "You can investigate the hotel. But if your parents find out about this, my relationship with you will be exposed."

Only then did Leslie put down the handset. For a moment just now, he thought Aimee Bell came in.

But Aimee had a fiery temper and would even burn down the hotel if she found out he was sleeping with Ava.

It was his birthday, and Aimee, the idiot, would be too busy helping him prepare for his birthday party to come to the hotel.

Leslie Hall was relieved. He turned to lock the door, "Baby, let's continue..."

Aimee, who had reached the elevator door, was unable to support her body and leaned limply against it.

As soon as the elevator door opened, she fell into an icy embrace.

She was hot and flushed, and her eyes seemed to mist. She looked up at the man holding her.

There was something familiar about this man as if she had seen him somewhere before.

Especially the strength of his arms, which was familiar too.

"Help me..." She couldn't help herself and rubbed herself against this man.

Bruce Ward turned after three seconds to keep the woman who'd actively slammed into his arms behind him, keeping the elevator's surveillance from capturing her state and behavior.

Aimee stood behind him, had her hands on his waist, and was still rubbing.

Bruce took out his cell phone and dialed a number, "The surveillance of me in the elevators of the Imperial Hotel at this time and thereafter shall be all erased."

Once they arrived at the floor he was staying on, Bruce walked out of the elevator with Aimee, who had been harassing him nonstop in his arms. And he quickly entered the presidential suite.

The next day, Aimee woke up. Before she opened her eyes, she first heard the sound of water running.

She felt as if all the bones in her body had fallen apart. The whole body ached.

After running out of Leslie's room yesterday, she remembered running into the arms of a man who was like an iceberg.

She needed the iceberg to put out the fire in her body.

She couldn't remember what he looked like but only that he was rough. And she'd never seen a man so rough.

Aimee's head ached severely. She opened her eyes and looked in the direction of the bathroom.

Within moments, a tall man came out of it.

He had a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was not dried, and the drops of water dripped on his naked upper body. The drops of water on his chest without any fat were so attractive.

She looked at his face again. His expression was cold, and he glanced at her coldly. It was as if he meant that she had been stampeded with his seal and was to be his slave from now on.

The looks of a male god, the body of a male god. He was so handsome that he enchanted her.

The cellphone on the desk rang and he got a text. Bruce walked over to it. The scratches on his back were showed to Aimee.

He walked over to the bed with the cellphone and looked at her condescendingly.

Aimee instinctively tried to retreat, but her hands were tied to the bed by her underwear and she couldn't move.

"Awake?" The man's voice was low and hoarse.

She nodded, feeling very awake.

"Name."

She didn't answer. This was just a one-night stand, and there was no need for them to know that much about each other.

"Home address."

She remained silent.

"Age."

"Eighteen." Aimee lied.

"You are an adult, so you can take responsibility for your own actions."

"Sir," Aimee said carefully, "can you untie me first?"

"Name."

Aimee understood he would untie her if she answered his questions.

"Honey Brown."

She came up with a random name. She'd be an idiot if she told him her real name.

"Name." Bruce didn't believe her unthinking answer.

"Coco Black."

He looked at her distrustfully and didn't ask her any further questions.

She said a dozen names which she thought up randomly in a row. He ignored her completely.

She gave in and told him her real name, "Aimee Bell."

He continued to ask, "Age."

"Twenty-five."

She was afraid that he would think she was lying, so she hastily explained, "It's absolutely true. I look young, and people always think I'm eighteen."

With that Bruce untied the tie that bound her wrists.

Once it was untied, Aimee wrapped a sheet around her naked body.

Then the doorbell rang, and he turned away first.

Aimee picked up her clothes on the floor and shuffled to the bathroom to put on them.

By the time she finished washing up, walked out of the bathroom and was ready to explain the situation to the man who was probably quite rich and powerful, he was no longer in the room.

Tut-tut, when he'd pretended to ask her about her name and address, she'd thought something big was going to happen, such as coming to her house or something. Now the man was gone.

Aimee packed up and left quickly. Before she went home, she went to the pharmacy to buy some pain cream.

She felt very sore and burning. She had to buy some medicine to apply to herself. She felt weird going to the hospital for pain in her private parts.

Bruce returned to the room after attending to an emergency to find that the little woman had escaped.

She had left so thoroughly that not a hair had been left behind.

He dialed a number, "Investigate a woman named Aimee Bell for me. Send her detailed information to my office in an hour."

"What did you do last night? You didn't return home."

No sooner had Aimee arrived home than she heard Jean Bell's roar.

"Leslie's birthday party is so important, but you were absent. I'm ashamed of you!" Jean was getting angrier by the time.

Leslie's parents were municipal high officials. And the Bells could have avoided a lot of trouble in Long City if they had become the Halls' relatives.

Jean already didn't like his rebellious daughter Aimee. She looked and acted too much like his dead ex-wife.

His ex-wife was his enemy.

If Ava was Leslie's fiancée, Jean wouldn't have to be so cautious in every way. His sweet daughter, Ava, would naturally help him get in good with the Halls.

"Aimee, why couldn't we get through to you on the phone? We were so worried about you." Ava questioned her with great concern.

She was staring at the hickey on Aimee's neck, which Ava knew all too well. It was from having sex with men!

It was the naughty taste in sex. Leslie had also left many hickeys on her neck.

Ava's gaze became sharp. Had Leslie slept with her and then gone after Aimee?

Jealousy filled her mind. Leslie could sleep with a lot of women, even with hookers. But he just couldn't sleep with Aimee.

After she left the hotel with Leslie, she went to the house of the Halls, and Aimee never showed up.

If it wasn't Leslie who she slept with, then it was some other guy.

With that in mind, Ava's jealousy vanished and was replaced by titillation.

Aimee slept with another man, so she could marry Leslie instead of Aimee.

Her parents would support her anyway. If Leslie knew that Aimee was cheating on him, he would have dumped Aimee immediately.

"What's that around your neck?" Ava asked, "Red. Could it be that you not only didn't come home last night but also you slept with a man?"

"Jesus. Aimee, how could you do such a thing? How could you cheat on a man as nice as Leslie?" Lola White continued Ava's words and was bound to make Jean's anger burn Aimee to the ground.

How could Aimee enjoy such a nice family as the Halls? It should have belonged to her daughter.

Aimee said indifferently, "I've broken up with Leslie."

"When?" Ava asked in a sharp voice.

This was completely unexpected.

It was so sudden that Ava couldn't suppress her glee and burst out laughing.

Bitches!

Aimee glanced at her, "If you want to know so anxiously, just ask Leslie the next time you sleep with him."

Ava's smile froze and she almost couldn't breathe.

Not bothering to bullshit them, Aimee was too tired. So, she went upstairs to go to bed.

She felt that her legs weren't like her own's. The man who'd tied her up with a tie was a beast.

"Bastard!" Jean looked incredulously up the stairs at Aimee, "Are you trying to get us into nothing? Had I known I would have..."

"Honey." Lola interrupted Jean. Aimee wasn't worthless yet, she could sell her beautiful looks at a good price.

"There's no use yelling at Aimee when what's done is done. We have to do something to fix it." Lola winked at Ava.

Ava knew what she was doing. When she saw Aimee disappear, she went over and crouched down in front of Jean, "Daddy, we aren't at the end of our rope yet. There's still hope."

It was Ava who was the good daughter of the key moment. Jean wanted to slap Aimee to death when he thought of her.

Lola said, "Yes darling. I was too embarrassed to tell you before. But now that Aimee has broken up with Leslie, I'll tell you that Leslie actually has a crush on Ava. He likes Ava no less than he likes Aimee."