Walking into the hotel room, I loosen my tie and remove my jacket, throwing it carelessly onto the bed. Sighing loudly, I run my fingers through my hair, pushing it back as I start unbuttoning my dress shirt. The fabric falls off my shoulders, revealing my toned chest and well-developed physique before pooling on the floor.

I pour myself a glass of strong whiskey on the rocks from the mini bar on my balcony, bringing it to my lips and gulping it down. The glass hits the table with a soft slam as I clear my throat, feeling the burning sensation travel down my throat. "I'm exhausted from all this work... doesn't even feel like a business trip anymore," I think to myself.

I'm exhausted... I silently say to no one in particular, checking my phone – 22:17. Heading to the closet, I grab a pair of black Versace swimming trunks and a towel, throwing it over my broad shoulder as I make my way to the elevator.

The elevator doors open to reveal a massive, luxurious pool area with water cascading over the edges, offering a stunning night view of the city lights. A sleek bar occupies one corner, though few people are present this late.

I toss my towel onto a nearby bench and step into the pool, the cold water sending a shiver through me as the underwater lights illuminate my figure. As I wade deeper, the water rises to my waist, then my shoulders, until I finally sink down to my neck, closing my eyes briefly to enjoy the momentary peace.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice several women glancing in my direction with obvious interest, but I ignore them completely. "Not my type," I think dismissively, continuing to enjoy the calming effects of the water after a stressful day.