You Are My Mr Wright novel Chapter 1

Early morning.

Harrit Smith's eyes moved slightly. The first thing she felt when she woke up was pain all over her body.

She lowered her head. She was naked, and even her underwear was missing.

She looked around the room. It seemed that she was alone in the room.

And the blood on the sheets, as well as the clothes scattered on the ground, fully showed what had happened last night...

What was going on?

How could she lose her virginity after being a bridesmaid?

She breathed quickly and suddenly sat up from the bed with a layer of cold sweat on her back. She quickly touched the phone on the nightstand and called her bestie Lavinia George.

"You were so drunk last night. So I had to take you to Suite 8802. Senya prepared the room in advance. What's wrong?"

"Is there anyone else in the room except me?"

"Anyone else? You're the only one in the room. I still have something to do now. Talk back."

Her hand, which was holding the phone, slowly dropped. Harrit Smith closed her eyes and felt confusion in her head.

"Get the clothes ready and send them to Suite 8804." A deep voice came from the bathroom.

Was there anyone else in the room?

She was shocked. Harrit Smith looked up and saw a man leaning against the door frame of the bathroom, his white bathrobe wrapped around his sturdy body.

Her eyes were now wide open and she looked at him in shock. "Why are you here?"

"Wasn't he the best man at the wedding yesterday?"

Didn't Lavinia George say that she was the only one in the room? So why was he here, too?

"Your acting is good enough to be an actor, maybe more than enough."

Beau Wright leaned against the door frame of the bathroom and gave an indifferent sneer.

Hearing this, she frowned. "What do you mean?"

Beau Wright narrowed his eyes and looked her up and down. "You got my attention, and then you sneaked into the room while I was drunk. I have to admit that your arrangements were very smart..."

Harrit Smith keep her anger under control and her face turned stern. "Are you sure you are not having any delusions and you don't need to go to the hospital?"

Beau Wright sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs, and lit a cigarette.

"Since we have done that thing last night, it is only logical that you should be rewarded. Tell me, what do you want?"

"You're seriously ill!"

The drifting smoke made Harrit Smith cough a few times. She reached out to hold the quilt and asked, "What's the number of your room?"

“8804.” Beau Wright looked at her, indifference written across his face.

He was vaguely interested in what she wanted to do...

Harrit Smith immediately reached out for the phone next to the bed, dialed a number, and turned on the speaker. "What's the number of my room?"

"Hello, Miss, your room number is 8802..."

8802?

Beau Wright's face changed and his body stiffened slightly.

Just now, she was still not sure who had made a mistake. Now, Harrit Smith was so much at ease, she regained her confidence.