Luna burst out laughing.
"OH MY GOD," she wheezed, nearly dropping her drink. "Ava—stop—"
Luna wiped her eyes dramatically.
"Do you smell that?" she said, sniffing the air like a performance. "It smells like embarrassment."
She laughed again, louder.
Marvin pinched the bridge of his nose, shoulders shaking slightly like he was trying not to laugh too.
At that moment The door opened.
Jake, Jane, and Jordan walked in.
Jake blinked.
"…What the hell is going on?"
Before anyone could explain—
The girl in red grabbed her fiancé's hand.
"Let's go.
She didn't wait for a response.
She turned and stormed out with her group, heels clicking sharply against the floor.
The room slowly emptied—
Until only Marvin and two of his friends remained.
And the chaos he left behind.
Ava suggested a drinking game
Glasses clinked. Laughter rose. The music from downstairs faintly vibrated through the glass walls like a heartbeat under everything.
Ava leaned back on the couch, completely in her element.
Jake was already half laughing on the side while Jane shook her head like she had accepted everyone's fate.
Jordan just sipped quietly, watching like he was waiting for the chaos to peak.
And then—
Luna lost again.
And again.
And again.
By the fourth round, she was already leaning dangerously close to one of the male escorts, laughing too loudly as she tilted his face with one hand and kissed his cheek without hesitation.
The escort lean closer.
Before things could escalate further—
click.
A camera sound.
Marvin stood up calmly, holding his phone.
"You're drunk," he said simply.
Luna blinked at him slowly.
Marvin showed her the screen.
A perfectly clear photo of her mid-kiss.
"If I send this to your family group," he continued in the same calm tone, "how long do you think it'll take before they come drag you out of here?"
Luna went silent for exactly one second.
Then she straightened instantly.
"I'm sober," she said.
Marvin didn't argue.
He just tilted his head slightly.
Luna stood up immediately and followed him out without another word.
The door closed behind them.
Silence returned for a moment.
Then Ava casually leaned forward.
"Alright," she said, turning to Jake. "Did you do what I asked?"
Jake pointed at himself.
"You mean the key?"
"Yes," she said.
He sighed.
"I made a spare. It wasn't hard—the building belongs to my family anyway."
Jordan raised a brow.
"Which spare key?"
Jake nodded toward Ava.
"Matthew's."
Ava took the key card from her hand like it was nothing.
Jane blinked slowly.
"…I'm confused."
Jake continued, as if explaining weather.
"Matthew lives in the Silver Arc District. The apartment he's in belongs to our family estate company. That's how I helped Ava became his 'neighbor.'"
Jordan leaned back slightly.
"So you're breaking into his house," he summarized.
Ava didn't deny it.
Jake raised a finger.
"Technically it's not breaking in if I made the key."
Jordan stared at him.
"That logic is terrifying."
" you also need his fingerprints if you use the key card the door would open but it would send a message to his phone ."
He paused.
"Unless he disabled security mode if not if you try it with the security mode on it would send a message to his phone asking if the door should open or not with a clear pic of you so if you have his fingerprints it is easier."
Ava smiled faintly.
"I already got his fingerprint," she said casually.
"Matthew has to have one hell of a background to afford it but to be honest I don't think he is from this country if not we would known which family legitimate or not " Jane said.
" Does it matter all that matters is that I want him,come drink let us celebrate Ava said
After some time passed, the private room had turned into complete chaos.
Half-empty bottles covered the tables, music blasted through the speakers, and Jane was completely drunk out of her mind.
Jordan sighed as he carried her onto his back.
Jane wrapped her arms around his neck immediately, mumbling nonsense into his shoulder while half asleep.
"You going home?" Jake asked while lazily spinning the wine inside his bottle.
"Nah," Jordan replied calmly. "I can't carry Jane home."
He adjusted her legs around his waist properly before continuing.
"Her dad isn't around, and nobody in that house would actually take care of her as the servant are on break."
His eyes darkened slightly.
"She's staying with her mom and her mom's new family right now till her dad come back."
Jordan clicked his tongue softly.
"And I don't like leaving her there when she can't defend herself her mom and her new children gives me the ick."
Jake's expression softened slightly as they didn't really like Jane step bro and sister.
"It's already midnight too," Jordan added. "I don't want to stress my driver either. We'll just crash here tonight in the hotel as I also drink too and I'm not going to risk her by drunk driving"
"Sure sure," Jake said easily. " I already booked rooms anyway I know you would not drive after drink if Jane is the passenger princess if it was us in the passenger sit you won't give a double fuck."
Then he looked toward Ava.
"What about you?"
Ava was standing in front of one of the interactive game screens inside the room, microphone in hand as colored lights flashed across the large digital wall.
The game required players to follow the rhythm and timing perfectly.
Ava was surprisingly good at it.
"Not going home," she answered casually without even turning around. "If I go back to my parents' house after curfew, I'll get punished."
She hit the final note perfectly before tossing the microphone aside dramatically.
"And I don't want to go back to my apartment either," she complained. "It's boring."
A grin slowly appeared on Jake's face.
"Then let's go to your family's underground fighting club."
Ava immediately turned toward him.
"Heard there's a match tonight," Jake added.
Ava's eyes lit up instantly.
"Now you're speaking my language."
The two walked out together almost immediately.
Meanwhile—
Jordan stepped out of the elevator onto the third floor carrying Jane on his back.
The third floor hotel section was quieter compared to the madness downstairs, but the luxury somehow felt even more overwhelming.
The reception lobby alone looked expensive enough to buy an apartment.
Massive black glass walls reflected the soft golden lights hanging from the ceiling while the marble flooring beneath looked polished enough to resemble gemstones.
Elegant couches and crystal tables filled the waiting area.
A luxury bar curved across one side where guests quietly drank expensive wine while soft music played in the background.
Some guests walked past heading toward their hotel rooms with partners wrapped around their arms.
Others returned from the open rooftop restaurant laughing softly among themselves.
A few wealthy men walked by with club strippers hanging onto them casually like it was the most normal thing in the world.
"Sir, please follow me."
The hotel manager approached immediately after recognizing Jordan.
Jake had already informed them beforehand.
But honestly—
Even without Jake asking, they would still prepare the best room possible for someone connected to him.
Jordan simply nodded and followed behind the manager silently while carrying Jane effortlessly.
The deeper they walked into the third floor, the clearer it became just how absurdly huge NOX AURELIA really was.
The open rooftop restaurant alone was divided into three sections depending on how much guests could spend.
And the entire restaurant area was almost the size of two dance floors combined.
Then there was the massive indoor pool area where pool parties were hosted or where wealthy guests relaxed privately.
The event halls occupied another large section of the floor—one side for private bookings and another for official club-hosted events.
And finally the hotel itself.
More than fifty luxury rooms existed on this floor alone and everything was in the third floor.
Not even counting the first and second floors dedicated to the main club, bars, and VIP casino areas.
The first floor handled regular VIP guests and dancing.
The second floor was meant for higher-ranked VVIPs and gambling.
Yet tonight, because of the special event, even the normal VIP divisions downstairs had been removed completely.
It showed exactly why NOX AURELIA remained the number one club in Velmora City while the fourth floor were for vvvip.
"Do you know how many people want to come here It doesn't just show wealth It shows connection and influence." A influencer had said once
And he was right.
NOX AURELIA was not simply expensive.
It was status.
One of the top ten clubs in the entire country and ranked number one in Velmora City.
On normal days, only those ranked within the top thirty influential families or circles in Velmora could casually afford the third floor.
And that was only on ordinary nights.
During the annual NOX AURELIA anniversary event?
Even celebrities, wealthy heirs, politicians, internet stars, and famous businessmen fought desperately for invitations.
Only the true top fifty powers in the country of Aurelion could enter freely.
The rest prayed for miracle tickets, lottery draws, sponsorship invitations, or connections just to experience one night inside.
For many people—
Entering NOX AURELIA itself was already a status symbol.
Entering the third floor?
That was proof you belonged to another world entirely while the fourth means you among the master controlling the chess board.
Jordan entered the hotel room quietly.
The manager handed him the room key respectfully before leaving and softly shutting the door behind him.
The luxurious suite instantly became silent.
Jordan walked toward the bed and carefully laid Jane down.
Her grip around his neck loosened immediately as she buried herself deeper into the soft blankets.
Jordan sighed helplessly.
"I told you not to drink so much."
He brushed some hair away from her face gently.
"Now you're going to wake up later with a massive headache, silly girl."
Jane only mumbled softly and snuggled against his hand instead.
Jordan chuckled quietly at her unconscious clinginess.
He crouched down and removed her heels first before helping her lie down properly.
Then he stood up, poured a cup of water from the crystal jug nearby, and returned to the bed.
"Jane."
He tapped her cheek lightly.
"Drink some water first."
Jane frowned in annoyance but still opened her eyes slightly as Jordan helped her sit up against him.
She drank lazily before immediately trying to collapse back onto the bed again.
"Come bathe first, baby girl," Jordan said patiently.
"No…"
Jane tried pushing his hand away weakly.
"Stop making noise… shoo away…"
She struggled sleepily against him, trying to bury herself back into the blankets.
During the movement, the collar of her dress slipped slightly.
Jordan froze for a second.
His eyes darkened briefly before he closed them again and let out a low chuckle.
"You really have good timing."
He leaned back slightly, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"We made a pact already."
"No sex till graduation."
He said to Jane but it was mostly to himself to remind himself of the promise even if Jane give him the go ahead he won't do it if he can't even wait to keep this promise then other promises he would give her would be trash .
Jane only hummed in confusion, already half asleep again.
"Yet you keep teasing me," Jordan muttered under his breath.
Finally deciding he could not deal with her alone, Jordan picked up the room phone and called hotel service requesting a female worker.
A few minutes later, there was a knock.
The door opened carefully.
"How may I help you, sir?"
The young woman bowed politely.
Her heart was beating wildly.
She was only twenty years old and a recent hire.
Dropping out of school to support her younger siblings had left her with little choice.
Working at NOX AURELIA was never part of her dreams.
But the six-figure salary was enough to change her family's life.
And surprisingly—
The club protected its workers extremely well.
NOX AURELIA had one absolute rule.
No harassment toward staff.
No matter how powerful the guest was.
No matter their status.
Unless the worker willingly agreed, nobody could force them into anything.
Even the wealthy heirs followed the rule carefully.
Still—
When she received a request from one of the special hotel suites reserved for the owner's family and closest associates, her heart nearly stopped.
The heir's private floors were not places ordinary workers casually entered.
She had spent the entire walk worrying.
What if the guest was drunk?
What if he was some creepy middle-aged businessman?
What if he was difficult to handle?
At the same time, she knew guests in these suites usually tipped absurd amounts.
So she still came.
But the moment she entered—
Every thought in her mind disappeared.
Because sitting on the edge of the bed was not some old man.
It was an absurdly handsome young man.
Cool.
Elegant.
Dangerously attractive.
For a second, her breathing nearly stopped.
Even her knees almost gave out slightly.
All thoughts about fear vanished
completely. She was willing to do anything.
Even for free.
The thought alone made the young staff member's face burn red.
She bit her lip hard, trying to stop herself from blushing so much she might actually get a nosebleed.
Jordan frowned slightly when he noticed her staring blankly again.
"Snap out of it," he said calmly.The girl jolted immediately.
"S-Sorry…"
She lowered her head quickly.
"How may I help you?"
"Help wash my girlfriend and change her."
Jordan's voice remained calm as he turned toward the sleeping Jane again.
Using his fingers gently, he brushed Jane's messy hair away from her face, his gaze softening instantly.
The affection in his eyes was obvious.
The worker froze.It felt like cold water had been poured directly onto her head.
Only then did she properly notice the sleeping beauty lying on the bed.
The girl's lips twitched slightly.
So she was called here to play nanny?
"What are you waiting for?" Jordan asked.
The worker bit her lip before quickly walking toward Jane.
As she helped Jane sit up carefully, confusion still filled her mind.
Why didn't he help her change himself?
Most rich young masters she had heard about would never bother calling staff for something so simple.
Yet Jordan stayed seated calmly, not even attempting to cross the line.
She helped the drunken Jane into the bathroom.
The process itself became exhausting quickly.
Jane was absolutely terrible when drunk.
One moment she refused to stand properly.
The next moment she kept trying to sleep against the bathroom wall.
Water splashed everywhere during the struggle, soaking the worker's uniform completely by the time they finally finished.
When the bathroom door opened again, Jordan looked up from his phone.
The worker awkwardly supported Jane outside while both of them were damp from the chaotic bath.
Jane wore a loose bathrobe now, her wet hair falling around her shoulders messily.
Jordan immediately stood up.
Without hesitation, he walked over and lifted Jane into his arms naturally.
Jane instinctively wrapped herself against him sleepily.
Jordan placed her gently onto the bed before pulling the blanket over her properly after drying her hair.
Then instead of returning to the bed, he simply walked toward the large couch across the room and sat down there casually.
The worker stared blankly for a second.
He was… sleeping on the couch?
"Thank you," Jordan said politely while handing her a generous tip.
"You can leave now."
The worker accepted it absentmindedly before leaving the room.
By the time she returned to the staff resting area, several workers immediately surrounded her.
"What happened?"
"Why are you soaked?"
"Did he harass you?"
One of the girls looked worried.
"Tsk."
Another girl with heavy makeup and an overly loud voice crossed her arms dramatically.
"Or did he kick you out after you threw yourself at him?"
The returning worker frowned instantly.
"He didn't do anything."
Her voice carried slight irritation now.
"He just asked me to help his drunk girlfriend bathe and change."
The room went silent briefly.
"Girlfriend?" someone repeated in shock.
The worker nodded.
"He treated her like she was glass."
She unconsciously remembered the way Jordan looked at Jane earlier.
That soft expression in his eyes.
That natural care.
It genuinely surprised her.
"And he slept on the couch instead," she added quietly.
The loud girl scoffed.
"Please. Men like that only pretend to be gentleman."
But the worker shook her head immediately.
"No."
For the first time since entering the club, she sounded certain about something.
"He really liked her."