The night was deepening. The hazy moonlight slanting through the window made the room even more erotic than it was.
Clothes scattered around on the floor. In the dimness, on the king-sized bed, two young bodies entwined.
"It hurts…"
The girl moaned. In a haze, she felt someone on top of her. She couldn't breathe. But her eyelids were too heavy. She couldn't open her eyes.
Could it be a ghost?
But if it was, why did she feel so hot? And it hurt too much as if she were being torn apart.
She could hear heavy and husky gasping coming from above. Somehow, she felt like she was floating on the sea like a boat. Then something soft and cold pressed against her lips. She slightly opened her mouth and a tongue stuck in.
A while later, the pain was replaced by the pleasure that she had never experienced before. Involuntarily, she held the arms of the man on top of her and indulge herself in the joy.
…
It was three o'clock in the morning.
The lights in the presidential suite suddenly came up. At the same time, several people rushed in and pointed their cameras at the bed, taking photos.
Exhausted, the girl was sleeping like a log in the messy bed. Her torn evening dress and lingerie tossed on the floor and the hickeys on her exposed arms and shoulders declared the wildness of the night before.
Flashes from the camera were dazzling and disturbing, and the girl slowly opened her eyes.
Before she knew what had happened, she saw someone move fast.
Her fiancé, Julian Shaw, who had been attentive to her at her eighteenth birthday banquet last night, rushed forward with a ferocious look and slapped her in the face.
The slapping was very loud.
Julian shouted abuse in disgust, "Bitch, you have the nerve to cheat on me behind my back."
She felt a burning pain on her cheek, which was swollen instantly with a red palm mark.
Audrey Munn tightened her grip on the blanket and looked up at Julian with misty angry eyes.
"You drugged me!" Audrey stared fiercely into his eyes.
Julian was her fiancé, whom she trusted the most. She had never imagined that he would stab her in the heart.
A glimmer of guilt flashing across his eyes, Julian looked away, not daring to meet Audrey's eyes. He glanced around eagerly, asking, "Where is your lover?"
Julian didn't see any man in the room upon entering.
Last night, he arranged two male prostitutes for Audrey. Unexpectedly, Audrey did not go to the room he had arranged. Only after he checked the surveillance did he know that Audrey had stumbled into another room. Afterward, a man entered the room, but he did not come out. Although the process was different from what he had planned, the result was the same.
No matter where the man was, Julian got what he wanted.
"You should answer this question, Mr. Julian!" Audrey said coldly.
Although Julian did not know where that man had gone, he had achieved his goal.
Julian looked at Audrey mockingly. "Audrey, I thought that you would admit your mistake after doing such a shameful thing, but you sling mud at me, claiming that I drugged you. I would not ever marry a slut who likes to tell lies."
Julian turned around and looked at the cameras of the paparazzi behind him.
He raised his hand and said solemnly, "I, Julian Shaw, hereby declare that from today onwards, my engagement with Audrey will be canceled."
After saying that, Julian left with the paparazzi.
Before Audrey sort out her thoughts in the chaos, her phone suddenly rang.
It was Grandma.
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