Chapter 116 Isabella's Desire (2): Finale

• The Grand Velas Riviera Maya loomed like a palace of indulgence, its marble façade glowing under the moonlit Cancún sky. Isabella Morales stepped through the revolving doors, the humid night air giving way to the cool, jasmine-scented lobby. Her red sleeveless gown clung to her curves, the fabric a bold, liquid scarlet that bared her bronzed back in a daring plunge. The neckline dipped low, framing her ample cleavage with a tease that was both elegant and provocative. The hem stopped midway between her slim waist and knees, showcasing her toned legs, each step accentuated by black heels with intricate gold designs that clicked against the polished floor. Gold jewelry gleamed at her ears, neck, and wrist—a necklace, earrings, and bracelet that caught the chandelier light, making her shimmer like a goddess. At 5’9”, with her busty figure and that gravity-defying ass, Isabella was a vision, and she knew it.
• Heads turned as she crossed the lobby—bellhops faltered, a businessman at the bar choked on his martini, and a group of women whispered enviously. Isabella’s lips curved into a faint, knowing smile, her hazel eyes scanning the opulent space with the confidence of someone who owned every room she entered. The faint hum of a guitar drifted from a nearby lounge, mingling with the clink of champagne flutes, but her focus was singular: Room 1204. MidnightDrifterX. The man whose photos had set her pulse racing, whose words had dared her to step into the unknown.
• She reached the elevators, their gold-trimmed doors reflecting her silhouette like a mirror. She pressed the button for the twelfth floor, her gold bracelet glinting as the doors slid open with a soft ding. Stepping inside, she caught her reflection in the mirrored walls—her dark curls cascading over one shoulder, her red gown a fiery contrast to her bronzed skin, her posture radiating power and anticipation. The elevator was empty, the silence amplifying the thrum of her heartbeat. As the doors closed, sealing her in, the air felt charged, heavy with the weight of what lay ahead.