“Baby, see you in Room 1808 Four Season Hotel.”
Recollecting the message, Amber Currie took a deep breath with a heart flutter.
It was the fourth year in love her boyfriend Oliver Stein. Tonight, she was going to lose her virginity to him.
“Crack…” The sound of running water in bath room stopped.
Amber felt her heart was surging so fast that she was on the verge of a heart attack.
When the door of bath room opened, she shut her eyes trembling—the stress was crushing.
On the carpet, a light footfall approached and halted beside the bed.
A dominating, breathtaking presence loomed large.
Suddenly, a sharp pain speared through her wrists!
“Who are you? Why are you here?”
A deep and charming male voice, as cold as the gale outside the window, startled her out of the self-restraint.
It was not her dear Oliver!
Amber widened her eyes and darted a frightened glance at the man.
Beside the bed, a towering man with inscrutable eyes and an impressive, chiseled nose and jaw, bent over her.
It seemed that nothing insider her can be hidden from his sharp eyes.
“Ah!” Amber screamed instinctively and tried to struggle out of his grip.
This man frowned calmly, glimpsed over her stunning body exposed from the falling quilt and only to tighten the clamp: “How did you get in here?”
Without changing his voice or breath, he gave her a cold sweat only with his sharp, stern glance.
His overwhelming presence told her: This was not a man to be trifled with!
Amber, too panic stricken to notice her nudity, only strived to shake him off.
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