Her most recent international travel took place when she was ten years old and her mother was still living. However, Daniella did not like the event. Her parents intended to spend her birthday at Disneyland, but they quarreled the entire day, and she ended up sobbing and unhappy in her room.

However, instead of reminiscing about a sad past, she took a cab from the airport to her hotel, checked in, and paid the room's security deposit. She walked towards the elevator that would take her to the nineteenth level, where her room was located, a minute later.

She disliked elevators after viewing a number of Asian horror films in which a ghost or supernatural figure appeared in the lift. She attempted to regain her composure as the elevator filled with visitors. She overheard their chats and was relieved that there was other Filipinos present. However, on the fifteenth level, everyone except her and a guy wearing a face mask departed the elevator.

She was apprehensive and fearful. When the lift doors opened, she instantly exited and headed quickly to her room. As Daniella turned around, the man pursued her, which scared her. She clutched the card key hard in her palm and raced towards the door. She felt secure only while she was within the room.

The man who followed her may have been a visitor as well, as his room was likewise on the nineteenth floor. If he intended to hurt her, she would already be dead, correct? Feeling brave enough to explore alone, she changed into a more comfortable attire for the winter. Then, se paid a visit to the restaurant close to the front desk and ordered her supper despite the fact that it was still early.

She was then on her way out!

Daniella returned to the hotel after two hours of wandering and exploring. She was exhausted. She was already nodding off when she heard faint noises coming from the other room. Although the hotel's soundproofing may be inadequate, she might bear it. It's simply that her neighbour's sounds seemed as though they were having a good time. It would be impolite to disturb them, so she switched on the television and began searching for something interesting to watch. However, regardless of the volume level on the television, she could still hear them... and it's simply excessive!

She contacted the front desk and demanded to speak with her neighbour. Finally, after ten attempts, someone picked up the phone. It was a man with a well-modulated, pleasant-to-listen-to voice. However, she was enraged and did not call to praise him. "Are you capable of muting your voice while having sex?" Without further ado, she informed him that she had the authority to report him to the front desk for producing a public disturbance.

When she was fed up, she decided to call the front desk and requested that her call would be connected to the room beside hers.

"Take care of your own business, sweetheart." The man responded, which enraged Daniella even more.

"How did you say that?" She yelled.

"Why don't you join us if you're bored?"

She hung up, fearful that she might lose control of her lashing tongue. Was she hearing correctly? Did he extend an invitation to her to join him? That bastard's nerve! Daniella was enraged as she returned to her bed and attempted to sleep.

Daniella awoke late the following morning, irritable and unmotivated to see any of the country's tourist attractions. She walked to the restroom, quickly showered, and then made her way down to the restaurant for breakfast. To be honest, she was famished!

It was a breakfast buffet, and all she needed to do was pick whatever she wanted to eat. She scooped up some rice, chicken curry, and placed an order for an omelette. Then she sought out a table that was somewhat apart from the rest of the guests. Before she dug into her lunch, she took a quick look around to see if there were any familiar faces. However, the majority of guests that ate breakfast were Chinese and Indians. There were just a few people whose country she couldn't discern, such as the man dining alone and situated one table away from her.

She locked her gaze on the man from head to toe. To be honest, he did look fantastic and quite beautiful. The man was tall and slender, with his long hair pulled back at his temple in an untidy bun. She despised guys with long hair because they were untidy, but she could forgive him for it, and his blue eyes were an added plus. Tan complexion combined with blue eyes creates super-hotness. What nationality may he be? She was perplexed!

She was caught looking at him once more! She shifted her focus to the steaming coffee and sipped it as quickly as she could. It was scorching, and she scalded her tongue! Daniella swore loudly, and the guy chuckled as if he had heard her. Alternatively, she simply assumed.

She then dropped her eyes and concentrated solely on her eating. Daniella returned to her room after breakfast to catch up on some sleep. Mr Blue Eyes approached her while she waited for the elevator, and he smiled at her. They were the only ones ascending, and she was delighted at the prospect of being confined in a tight area.

"Hello," he greeted.

Daniella nearly collapsed to the floor as he grinned at her. How did an angel come across her? “Hi. I apologize if you caught me earlier gazing," she said, and he nodded.

However, they were joined by a seductive woman who wasn't afraid to show the man how much she admired him. The lady inched closer to Mr Blue Eyes with her alluring body, and the bastard appeared to like it, and both of them left the elevator on the eighteenth level.

Daniella was dissatisfied that ladies flirted in plain daylight! It was her first time showing interest in the opposite sex, but it was doomed from the start. When she returned to her hotel room, she examined herself in front of the mirror. It was difficult to believe, yet her appearance was far from alluring or sensual. She exhaled heavily and covered herself from head to toe as she headed to bed.

However, she rose from her bed a few minutes later and opted to buy new attire at the second-floor department store. She need a good outfit, but all she had in her suitcase were slacks and simple shirts. Who knows when she'll meet the ideal man in Hong Kong? Mr Blue Eyes was undoubtedly considered for the position...but she despised someone who flirted with random strangers.

Marcus needed to exit on the eighteenth floor to avoid Daniella suspecting him. He simply took the stairs up one story. He waited until the woman was already in her room before rushing into his. He made a mistake by following her to the elevator immediately following breakfast. He couldn't take the chance of being identified!

The second woman came in useful in reversing his mistake. What if he introduced himself to the woman as a potential suitor? That way, he would be visible to her lovely eyes and it would be simpler for him to do his duties. However, fate has other plans for Marcus.

"Hey, are you going anywhere?" Marcus waited for the appropriate moment to approach the woman waiting for the third-floor elevator. He only hoped she wouldn't recognize his voice. He hadn't seen a woman in a long time, and when an acquaintance from his younger years flirted with him, he didn't resist and let her into his apartment. He was unaware that the person of the adjacent room would have the audacity to summon him and instruct him to speak quietly.

Marcus was intrigued by Daniella and desired to learn more about her as a person, not as a detective. Yes, he was taken aback when she called last night, and Daniella's complaint was really impolite. He assumed her to be an intelligent woman, yet her callousness and rudeness were beyond his comprehension. So what if she overheard him having sex with a woman? Wasn't she supposed to remain silent and oblivious to them?

She stared at the man who attempted to arouse her. "How are you doing, where is your girlfriend?" Daniella inquired since he appeared to be alone and flirting with her.

"Oh, by the way, I'm still single...and available! May I have your name, Miss Lovely?" He was aware that flirting with his subject was not part of his work description, but he couldn't stop himself when Daniella appeared too fresh and attractive in the morning.

"Daniella, and yours, if that's all right?" She realized Mr Blue Eyes was a good talker, and she wondered whether ladies wouldn't fall for him with those abilities.

"Marcus Madrigal," he said, suddenly regretting having given the woman his true name.

Daniella smiled at Marcus and offered her hand. "However, it was a pleasure meeting you, Mr Madrigal," she stated.

"Ah, Dani, just call me Marcus." He was back, calling her Dani when they were not in close proximity.

She grew uneasy when he addressed her as Dani. Nobody addressed her as such. At home, she went by the name Ella, which she despised because it was too feminine; she preferred Dani, or was it because of him?

Daniella intended to just enjoy her trip, but after meeting him, she had to rethink her plans. She had an inspired notion for how Marcus Madrigal may be of assistance to her. Anyway, the man was a flirt and enjoyed dawdling, so he would not object to being exploited in that manner. She thought that everyone had a cost, and she would go to any length to obtain him.

"Hmmm, Marcus is a good fit for you. You have the appearance of an ancient gladiator, and I admire your eyes. They are blue and soulful," she asserted emphatically, without concern about the qualities that a respectable lady should possess.

Marcus was unsurprised by her candour. To be honest, he'd be surprised if she claimed to be someone she wasn't. "You're direct and honest...which I like," he responded, but the woman's deft manner of speaking scared him.

"I am aware. As a result, I believed we were now buddies." She started following their handshake. "If you require a companion here, contact me." She handed him her calling card and offered him a beautiful smile. Daniella believed she saw him make a facial expression as she handed him her card but opted to disregard it.

Marcus was taken aback by her conduct. Not only was the woman direct, but also arrogant! Was she simply looking down on him? She acted too grandiose for his own good when she handed him her business card. "I have no need for a buddy, Dani. However, I can always welcome a lady into my bed," he said, and Marcus noticed Daniella's eyes glistening with wrath. He was aware that she was insane, but he regretted having introduced himself to his customer. He was forced to adjust it by keeping a safe distance from the woman.

She was well aware that he was a buffoon, but who cares? She needed just his body and the sperm he could inject into her womb! "I see; I'll see you then."

She avoided looking him in the eye and remained silent inside the elevator. To be honest, she was upset by his recent statement that he didn't require a companion but was always willing to welcome a lady into his bed. She felt compelled to tell him the truth in order to reclaim her pride. "On which floor?" She dared to inquire when she discovered he had forgotten to punch his floor number, and she was naturally inquisitive.

"Nineteen," he said.

Daniella clutched the railing, as she felt herself collapsing with excitement. When she observed his troubled look, another thought occurred to her. "Oh no," she said, massaging her brow and tightening her grip on the handle. She gradually slumped her body into his muscular hands, admiring herself for being such a wonderful performer.

"Are you all okay, Daniella?" Marcus rushed to her aid and caught her just as she was about to fall to the floor. When she failed to respond, he was forced to carry her outside and into her room. Marcus rummaged in her bag outside her hotel room door, looking for the card key.

Daniella was perplexed as to how Marcus was able to determine her specific room number prior to discovering the card key. Could he be a next-door neighbor or the resident of the room just across from hers? Regardless, the moment had not yet come to ask him those questions. The critical point was that her strategy had worked...exceptionally brilliantly.

Marcus positioned the woman on bed, then massaged her fingers and lightly pressed on the tender place between her thumb and index finger. He discovered that it was an effective method for Daniella to regain consciousness.

Because the manner he squeezed and massaged the area between her two fingers had become unpleasant, she chose to reawaken and stirred in bed.

"At long last, you're awake. How are you feeling?" Marcus enquired.

"I am quite OK, thank you." She responded.

“Good,” Marcus stood and moved towards the door to go out.

Daniella was unhappy because her plan included flaws. She sprang from her bed and walked towards him before he could turn the doorknob to open it. "I was unable to express my gratitude," she remarked as she stopped him from leaving.

"It's all right. By the way, I had no idea you can act pretty well." Marcus remarked. He was not so naive when she began acting strangely on the elevator.

Daniella's eyes widened in panic. Thus, he was aware and yet remained silent and unresponsive. What would be her next course of action? Plan A has failed, and she will never again have the opportunity to be this close to him!

She examined his hands with care, and before he could open the door, she rushed quickly and smacked him with a bottle of wine. There should never be another blunder, so she made certain to strike him hard.

Marcus fell to the ground, and she masked her cry. She knelt and pressed a finger across his nose to determine whether he was still breathing. What she did previously was dangerous, and it could have killed someone! After confirming that he was still alive, she pushed mightily to get his strong frame into her bed. She made progress gradually, and once he was on the bed, she searched for something she could use to restrain him.

"I'm sorry," she said softly in his ear. She then rummaged through her suitcase for anything she might use to immobilize him.

She was relieved when she discovered the shrink wrap on her bag. There were oddities in the airport, such as someone slipping an illicit substance or a gunshot into another passenger's suitcase. As a precaution, she purchased a shrink wrap to secure her baggage yesterday. While this may sound absurd, several tourists managed quite well.

Daniella covered Marcus' body in shrink wrap from shoulder to toes, much like she would a food item she wished to preserve in the refrigerator. He appeared to be rather amusing, and it would be a waste not to photograph him in shrink wrap. The camera snapped numerous times, and she only stopped shooting pictures when she realized she was squandering her important time on trivial matters.

“I’m really sorry but I hope you will cooperate,” she whispered.

As soon as he discovered what the lady had done to his body, he exclaimed that he looked like a mummy, wrapped in white plastic and unable to move. Then he recalled the moment when something unexpected struck him. "What do you require of me? “Dani! What have you done with me?" Marcus' jaw was clenched and his teeth were gritted as he awaited her response.

"Make me pregnant," Daniella responded.

“W-What?” When he heard her response, his voice exploded within the hotel room. However, she may be kidding. "You're joking," he said.

"Do I appear to be joking? Certainly not," she asserted.

Marcus came to the conclusion that Daniella Reyes was insane. What a waste; the woman was stunning and seductive, as well as intelligent. "There is no reason to tie me up this way if all you wanted to do was have sex with me. I can make it more enjoyable for you, darling, so, untie me now!" He directed and attempted to persuade her.

"I'm not looking for a nice experience, Marcus." She responded. "I like you and you appear to be the ideal father for my child," she continued.

No, it appeared as though he had no means of escaping from the insane woman. When he lost Arianna, he considered getting a vasectomy to avoid having children again, but the notion was forgotten when he moved to Hacienda Velasquez, and he now regretted not having one. What if Daniella forced herself on him, resulting in pregnancy? He would be compelled to perform something he despised.

"You're rather lovely, Dani. I'm sure other men in this building will want to have you." He stated this in the expectation that she would release him. "You don't have to go this low," he attempted to convince her, but upon looking into her eyes, he saw desperation, dread, and misery.

"An admirable attempt, Marcus, however, my mind is made up when I chose you," Daniella responded.

Marcus was confronted with the truth that nothing was more hazardous than a mad lady at that moment. "You cannot treat me this way! I've got job to do, and-"

"How much is it?" She cut him off in the midst of his explanation. "Put a price on it, Mr. Madrigal."

"I am not in need of your funds, Dani! Allow me to depart and I will quickly forget about this occurrence!”

"I'm sorry," she remarked as she removed the pet cone from his neck because it appeared to be causing him discomfort. "Behave, or I'll reattach this to your neck!" She admonished him.

Marcus showed no fear in the face of her warning regarding the pet cone. "I'm not sure why you're being forced to do this, Dani." His voice was quiet, like that of a father explaining something to his daughter.

"Will you just shut your mouth?" She shouted at him as she unzipped and took down her trousers. Her blouse then fell to the floor. Daniella hesitated to undress while his gaze was fixed on her, but she told herself that now is not the time to be timid. "Now, remain still and do not move." She commanded, despite the fact that the shrink wrap would make it impossible for the guy to move freely.

His eyes widened as she carefully removed her underpants, and she did it without hesitation. Marcus was fearful that the woman may have a sexually transmitted disease due to her experience. He was a tough person, he reminded himself again as he searched for a way out of Daniella's clutches.

Daniella shook her head as Marcus struggled to release himself from the shrink wrap. "Stop moving!” She shouted at him.

"No! You should be the one to be reasonable! Let me go right now!" Marcus reacted as he noticed the scissor in her palm was heading straight for his peak.

She sliced a hole near his zipper with the scissor. It was sufficient for her to unzip his pants and expose his manhood. When his erection sprung up from his boxers, she shrieked. Marcus was unquestionably a sex bomb!

He averted his gaze when Daniella began to touch him. It was delicate, and he despised himself for reacting to her touch. Or should he claim that he has replied to her suggestion of coercing him...even earlier?

"You are disrespectful...and self-centred!" He blamed her as the lady abruptly ascended to the heights of his erect manhood.

For a moment, she was confused about whether to let him go or not, but as she glanced towards his massive erection, she panicked. “I- I don’t know what to do,” she admitted the truth.

“Then, untie me, and it will be easier. Let’s do it the right way,” he answered.

She was sceptical about his statement but she decided to trust him. Slowly, she untied him, unwrapped him, and set him free. However, before he has the time to move away from her, she positioned herself on top of him.

He gasped in surprise, but it was too late! His body reacted differently at their close proximity. “What are you doing?”

She was frightened by the friction she created while moving around him and chastised herself for loving the sensation of his manhood pressing against her clitoris.

Daniella sat on top of his manhood and attempted to bury the abrasive muscle within her, but it would not pass. She attempted once more and failed. Her forehead was drenched in sweat as she continued to walk.

Marcus smiled discreetly when he understood Daniella was not an experience seeker. According to her movement, she was a novice or perhaps a first-timer. When he heard her curse loudly, he knew she was frustrated. While he may be excited, he would never assist her.

Never!

However, she continued to rub herself against his erection, and for heavens sake, he was hardly a saint! Daniella's bare figure was even more stunning when she sat on him. Marcus chastised himself for his admiration of her unappreciated beauty. Daniella appeared oblivious of her beauty, which made her even more appealing to him. However, it must come to an end! Marcus attempted to divert his attention away from his thoughts by visualizing the horses and cows at Hacienda Velasquez.

Marcus felt her eyes were just captivating, and that was the worst mistake he had ever made. Daniella's eyes were so expressive and lively that when he gazed, he was immediately immersed in their depth.

Marcus attempted to shift his attention and thoughts for the second time, but it was too late. He was immediately taken with the woman's attractiveness, and his body reacted to her little and uncertain motions.

The silky flesh rubbing against the tip of his manhood was already moist, and Marcus was well aware that the woman would eventually succeed in taking him completely.

"No!” He protested when the woman used her hand to guide his erection inside her, and then, he cautioned her. Marcus observed her gorgeous eyes widen as her body was pierced by anguish. As she scolded him for his size, a single tear ran down her face. "Are you all right?" He inquired, to which the woman replied with another curse.

"I was not advised that it is really painful!"