Chapter Sixty Three

She enjoyed every moment of his surprise, as he took his time registering her, “Ivanka!” He exclaimed in disbelief more than with the intention of greeting her.

“Tristan,” The popular American model, one of Roth’s many exes, took it as a greeting however.

“Does Roth know you are here?” Tristan frowned at her, still confused.

“Roth brought me here.” Clearly amused at his reaction, she entered the elevator and pushed a button, waving at him just before the elevator door closed in his face, leaving him dumbfounded in the hallway just outside Roth’s door, which she had not bothered to close.

Tristan gave in to temptation and putting all of his etiquette aside, peered inside Roth’s room. There he laid in the middle of the bed, with eyes closed, completely naked. Tristan spent a good minute there, taking in the sight of his chiseled abs, and underneath that his thick monster cock, that Tristan could only imagine what would feel like in his hands and in his mouth.

He was interrupted by