1. One Night Stand

Ghea staggered down the hotel hallway where she had been partying, trying to find her room. Just moments ago, she had unknowingly consumed a drink laced with an aphrodisiac, given to her by someone with bad intentions.

Stopping in front of a hotel room door, Ghea, in her dazed state, assumed it was hers. She tried pressing the key card against the lock, but the door wouldn’t open. Suddenly, a man appeared behind her, offering his own card to unlock the door.

The man studied Ghea’s face closely. "Aren’t you an actress? Wow… Is it true what they say about some celebrities having side jobs like this?"

Daniel, thirty-one years old. A seasoned Casanova, well-versed in the pleasures of the night. That evening, he had come to the hotel seeking satisfaction, but instead, fate led him to Ghea.

"Who are you?" Ghea blinked, her entire body burning with an unfamiliar heat.

"Did you get drunk on purpose so you could please me better?" Daniel smirked, helping Ghea into the room before locking the door behind them.

Little did Daniel know, the escort he had originally hired was stuck in a taxi on her way to the hotel. She had managed to send a message to her assistant, asking them to inform Daniel that she would be late. Unfortunately, her phone had died before the message could be delivered.

Daniel laid Ghea down on the bed and began undressing. A satisfied smile crossed his lips as he noticed Ghea was already fumbling to remove her own clothes.

"It’s so hot," she muttered in discomfort.

Lowering the air conditioner’s temperature, Daniel climbed onto the bed and asked, "You’ve taken the pill, right?"

As an experienced casanova, Daniel always ensured the women he spent the night with were on birth control. He refused to use protection, believing it lessened his pleasure. That was why he paid top dollar—for women who took precautions.

Ghea, unable to think clearly, nodded instinctively, as if answering his question. She could only surrender to every touch Daniel gave her. His lips met hers in a heated kiss, and she reciprocated with equal fervor. But when their bodies were finally bare, Daniel sensed something odd.

"Is she… still a virgin?"

Ghea’s body resisted his advances. She shifted away, whimpering in discomfort.

"It hurts," she murmured, her voice laced with confusion.

A war raged within her—she knew this was wrong, but at the same time, an overwhelming desire consumed her. She didn't understand what was happening to her body.

And then, in a moment of surrender, Daniel took what had never been taken before. Ghea cried out, her fingers gripping the sheets. But soon after, she stopped resisting, submitting to Daniel’s every move. The crimson stain on the bedsheet caught his eye, making him smirk in satisfaction.

He hadn’t wasted his money after all. Though Ghea was passive, offering no effort to please him, the pleasure he took was more than worth it.

As he lay beside her, watching her exhausted figure with closed eyes, Daniel brushed a few strands of hair from her face.

"Is your career as an actress not paying you enough? Is that why you’re selling your body like this?" He scanned her features, still unaware that she was not the escort he had hired.

Yes, Adina Ghea Salsabila—in this country, who didn’t know her name? The twenty-five-year-old actress had taken the entertainment industry by storm. With her stunning beauty and captivating voice, she shot to stardom after a viral song cover two years ago.

Her overnight fame made songwriters scramble to compose music for her. Producers and agencies fought to sign her, knowing she was a rare gem—not only a talented singer but also a skilled actress with a degree from a prestigious art university.

But fame and fortune changed Ghea. She became reckless. To avoid the paparazzi, she often disguised herself and snuck into nightclubs, where she indulged in alcohol and wild parties.

That night had been no different—except someone had planned to trap her. The original plan was for Ghea to be drugged and forced into bed with another celebrity, Noah.

Fortunately, Noah’s manager had whisked him away just in time.

Assuming Ghea’s manager would know her whereabouts, Noah’s manager didn’t bother informing them and simply left.

Daniel got dressed, pouting as he checked his phone—dead. With a sigh, he glanced at Ghea, still fast asleep. He pulled the blanket up over her bare shoulders before leaving the room.