2. Who Sleeps With Me?

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Opening her eyes in the morning, Ghea felt her body aching. As she slightly shifted her legs, a stinging pain radiated from her core. She peeked under the blanket and found herself completely bare. Shocked, she immediately threw the blanket to the side. Her eyes widened even more when she saw dried bloodstains on the sheets, sending her into panic.

In her confusion, Ghea searched for her bag and grabbed her phone, only to find it dead. A wave of dizziness hit her as she quickly picked up her scattered clothes and put them on. She winced as she slipped into her underwear, almost breaking into tears. Fear crept up her spine at the thought of reporters swarming outside, hungry for a scandal about her.

Determined to leave the hotel room, Ghea hesitated upon seeing two key cards. One was lying on the table, while the other was still inserted into the slot for the room’s electricity. Feeling dizzy, she stumbled and hit the wall, holding her forehead as she tried to think.

"Was I really set up? Last night… did Noah and I really do it? Why can’t I remember his face?" Ghea trembled, then hurriedly left the room, hiding behind sunglasses and a mask.

Handing the two key cards to the receptionist, she didn’t even think to asking who had booked the room. The only thing on her mind now was meeting Jenny, her manager.

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"Where did you sleep last night? Are you okay?" Jenny bombarded Ghea with questions the moment she stepped into her house.

"What do you mean?"

"Kris just called to ask if I could take you home. What happened, Ghe?"

Hearing Jenny mention Noah’s manager, Ghea felt an unsettling chill creep over her. She was in serious trouble.

"I-I-I slept at a hotel. Nothing happened," she stammered.

"Thank God. Kris said someone spiked your drinks with an aphrodisiac. He took Noah home, but he didn’t call me because he thought I already knew about it."

"What?"

"This is exactly why I forbid you from partying. Your star is shining so bright right now, Ghe. Two years of hard work will go to waste if you mess up even once."

Swallowing hard, Ghea nodded. In this city, Jenny wasn’t just her manager—she was like an older sister, even a parental figure to her.

"Jen, I want to rest today. Can you postpone my salon appointment?" Ghea asked.

"Are you feeling unwell? Did you drink too much again?" Jenny reached out to check Ghea’s forehead, but Ghea quickly brushed her hand away.

"Didn’t you nickname me the Drunken Warrior? A warrior isn’t that weak," she joked.

"Ugh… I only allowed you to go clubbing and party because you said you wanted to experience it at least once in your life. But look at you, now you’re addicted to it!"

Chuckling, Ghea left Jenny in the living room. Her manager was practically a part of the house at this point.

Turning on the shower, Ghea let the water cascade over her body. She hung her head, trying to recall what had happened the night before.

"A masculine scent… strong arms… Who was the man I slept with last night?" Closing her eyes, she told herself to bury the memory and pretend it never happened.

But suddenly, Ghea's eyes snapped open, and she covered her mouth in shock. "What if he recorded it and leaks the video?" She slid down against the shower wall, feeling utterly weak.

Meanwhile, Daniel was busy with his usual work, reviewing company documents, when his assistant and secretary, Jim, entered his office.

Jim bowed his head, already bracing himself for a scolding. The escort who was supposed to accompany his boss last night had failed to show up. Stuck in traffic, she had started sweating, and Daniel hated it when his bed partners weren’t fresh before their "warm-up" session.

"Jim, since when did you start rubbing elbows with celebrities?" Daniel smirked. "Impressive. I didn’t know you had access to someone that high-profile."

"Sir? What do you mean?" Jim asked, confused.

"You know… that singer and actress, Ghea. Turns out she was still a virgin. How much did you pay her for last night? I’m really curious."

"Ghea? But, sir… the woman who was supposed to meet you last night… sh-she never arrived."

"What?" Daniel put his pen down, his face darkening. "What do you mean?"

"She got stuck in traffic, and she said she started sweating. And, well… you have strict rules, sir. Any woman you sleep with has to provide health test results, take contraceptive pills, and, most importantly, not have body odor."

Daniel’s mind reeled. If Ghea wasn’t the escort he was expecting, then… did he just take advantage of an innocent woman? He had even been delighted, thinking he was the first to have her.

"Damn it! I’m a casanova, not a rapist," Daniel cursed internally.