The fitness king falls in love after that night

A quiet panic surged through me.

I pulled the sheet up quickly, my fingers gripping the fabric as if it could undo what had already happened.

My gaze darted across the room, landing on my clothes scattered like evidence I didn't want to face.

This wasn't my life.This wasn't supposed to happen.

I needed to leave immediately.

Moving as carefully as I could, I tried to slip out of the bed, wrapping the sheet tightly around myself as I reached for my dress.

But unfortunately, it was still far from me, and the more I stretched, the more the bedsheets slipped away from the stranger who was also naked.

The stranger, on the other hand, woke up immediately as he felt the bedsheet leaving him.

My hands trembled from urgency.

"Hey, are you going already?"

The masculine voice stopped me cold.

I froze and turned slowly.

He was awake.

He hadn't moved much, but his eyes were open now, clear, focused, watching me like he had been awake longer than I realized.

"Don't," I said quickly, my voice tight. "Please, nothing happened. There was nothing between us."

He exhaled lightly, pushing himself up against the headboard.

He said calmly, "What exactly am I not saying?"

I swallowed.

"This," I gestured faintly between us, my grip tightening on the sheet. "Last night. It didn't happen."

His brow lifted slightly.

"It didn't?" He smiled faintly.

"No," I insisted, forcing steadiness into my voice. "It was a mistake. I don't even know who you are."

He studied me in silence for a second, then he also looked below the bedsheet, seeing that he was also naked.

He paused,then he continued.

"I don't know how we ended up here, but..." He stopped, his expression tightening slightly, as if something about it didn't sit right with him.

"I don't usually bring anyone here, last night, how... I must have been careless. Oh my gosh." He scratched his head as he spoke.

"Who are you?" the stranger asked.

There was no response.

Then he continued.

"Okay, okay. Let me introduce myself. I am Robert Kane. People call me the Fitness King."

My breath caught slightly.

"I am Bianca Monroe."

Then the room was silent for a few seconds until I broke the silence.

"Please, what is this room number?" I asked.

"MC1010. How did you get here, by the way?" he replied with a puzzled expression.

He seemed genuinely confused, as though this had never happened before, like he normally locked his door before leaving, and only staff he trusted could access this floor.

A sharp knock echoed through the room, making both of us still.

"Robert... Robert," a voice called from the other side of the door.

It was a feminine voice that sounded like a lady above fifty.

The voice was controlled and familiar with authority.

"Who is that?" My heart dropped as I whispered to Robert.

"Don't open it," I whispered quickly. "Please. If someone sees me here..."

Panic flashed across my face as my eyes searched the room, but there was nowhere to hide.

No closet close enough.

No time to reach the bathroom without being seen.

Another knock.

Firmer this time.

"Robert, open the door. We are here to see you," the voice outside the room resounded.

Robert knew who she was. He recognized her voice immediately.

She was not alone.

She was with a potential investor and board representatives who had insisted on meeting him early about a contract that required his direct approval.

"Robert, open the door. We are here to see you," the lady spoke again, louder this time.My pulse spiked.

Robert didn't answer.

His gaze shifted briefly toward the door, then back to me.

"It's my mum," he said quietly.

I shook my head, backing up slightly as the weight of the situation closed in.

"No. No, you don't understand. This cannot, this must not..."

The handle moved.My breath was cut.

The door opened.

Standing there, sharp, composed, eyes already assessing the room in a single sweep, was Victoria Kane.

I didn't know her, but there was something in the way she carried herself, something in the silence that followed her, that made the air feel heavier.

Her gaze landed on me.

So did the crew members who followed her.A flicker of surprise passed through one of them,another quickly looked away.

One exchanged a brief glance with the other, tension unspoken but clear as they took in everything, the disheveled state, the distance, the unmistakable implication.

Silence fell.

Only then did it seem to register on Robert's face, he had told the receptionist to give his mother and the guests coming to see him a card to his room, and his silence must have been what made her open the door.

I instinctively stepped back, clutching the sheet tighter, my entire body going rigid under that piercing stare.

"I... this isn't..." I started, the words failing before they could form.

Victoria's eyes shifted to her son.

"Robert," she said, her tone precise. "Who is she?"

The room became quiet.

My heart pounded so loudly I was sure they could all hear it.

I turned toward Robert, my voice dropping, heart pounding.

For the moment, Robert said nothing.

Then Robert reached for my hand.

My breath hitched as his fingers closed around mine, firm, deliberate, leaving no space for hesitation.

And then, he spoke.

"Mother," Robert said evenly, his voice carrying the weight of certainty.

I felt my pulse stop.

Robert looked at me, then at his mother.

His expression never changed.

"Mother..."

"...this is Bianca."

A brief silence followed.

"My fiancée."

The room reacted this time.

A quiet intake of breath.

A subtle shift among the people behind her.

One of them straightened, another glanced again, more carefully now, as if reassessing everything they thought they understood.

Victoria Kane scanned me again, slower this time.

My fingers tightened instinctively in his grip, my mind struggling to catch up with the words that had just changed everything

Victoria didn't react immediately.

Which was worse?

"Then," she said, her eyes locking onto me with quiet authority,

"You will both be attending tonight's board dinner."

"Where she will be introduced... properly."

"By the way, Robert, where is the script?" she continued.

Robert stretched his hands to the wardrobe beside him and brought a huge briefcase, and stretched his hands, gesturing to one of the workers who came with his mum.

At that moment, they all realized the details of everything that had happened.

The young lady took the briefcase from him as she tried not to look at him, and then she left together with Victoria Kane.

My breath left me.

Because this wasn't just a lie anymore.

It was a stage.

"What have I gotten myself into?" I asked myself as I was lost in thought.

Robert had just pulled me straight into it.

A world I wasn't ready for.