Joan looked around the room, seeing what else she could throw at the strange man in front of her. But Darren had already walked to her and grabbed her hands tightly.
"Woman, do you want to die?" Darren squinted his eagle-like eyes, looking incredibly dangerous.
"You bastard! Rapist!" She tried to struggle, but the man held her tightly, which made her unable to get rid of him.
"Rapist?" Darren asked incredulously. As he looked at Joan's angry face, he suddenly understood what she was thinking about.
The man raised his eyes and glanced at Joan's chest, which was half covered by the thin quilt. He squinted at her mischievously. "Don't think for one second that you intrigue me the least bit," he said coldly. "But if you keep seducing me with your actions, I wouldn't mind changing my taste."
Joan's face turned stiff. So nothing happened between them? But she was naked on the bed. There was no one else in the room except them. This didn't make sense.
Joan could tell from the man's teasing tone that he was looking over at her naked body. "Jerk!" she shouted at him.
She felt disgusted at the way men acted. Scott had cheated on her while they were married. And this strange playboy came out of nowhere. "Get away from me! You're disgusting, dirty man!" Joan said angrily though gritted teeth.
In the past twenty-seven years, Darren had heard a lot of praise and compliment -- this was the first time he had ever been insulted like this. Instantly, his sculptural handsome face became overcast. 'I really shouldn't have brought this woman here,' he thought.
The next second, he burst into laughter. "Playing hard to get is out of date. Last night, you bawled and practically begged me to take you home. I don't see you keeping your integrity right then."
Joan was totally confused. Did she really do that? How could it be?
As soon as he thought of what had happened last night, his handsome face darkened again.
Joan well unconscious on the ground when she bumped into Darren. Although he was very unwilling to help her, he still did. It was because it was already causing quite a scene. No matter what Darren did, Joan wouldn't let go of his clothes. What's more, she kept babbling about how he was a heartless unfaithful man who abandoned her and dated two women at the same time. If he hadn't stopped her in time, she would have said more nonsense.
In his whole life, he had never been humiliated like this.
To make sure that she wouldn't go anywhere else and continue to speak ill of him, he had no choice but to check in the hotel with Joan.
"I don't know what you are talking about," Joan snapped back.
He raised his eyes and looked at her playfully. Leaning in, he whispered in her ear. "Pretty face, fine figure. But too thin. Not really that pleasurable to touch."
Joan's face blushed. She had never been flirted like this before.
With his beautiful eyes narrowed, Darren didn't want to waste his breath, so he said, "Name a price."
What price?
Noticing the confusion in Joan's eyes, the corners of Darren's mouth lifted into a smirk. "Five hundred thousand?"
He didn't really like Joan, but he thought she was more interesting than those women who only tried to seduce him. He wanted to make fun of her to see if she could bring him any surprises.
"You bastard!" Joan yelled when she realized what he was implying.
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