Thrown out.

Lily's POV

My hands gripped the door handle shakily and turned it. I felt sore and painful. My body hurt all over and the headache wasn't gone. It had been a hassle leaving the hotel. I didn't have a purse or cash with me and when I had asked the receptionist for some money, she had looked at me as if I were the gum underneath her shoe.

One of the hotel workers took pity eventually and gave me just enough to hail a cab and get my ass home.

My family hadn't even thought about how I would return home. As usual, they only cared about Natalie. It was always Natalie.

"Don't you dare take a step in here!" My mother yelled, throwing a slipper at the door. I dodged just in time to miss it.

What now?! What was she so angry about?! I did what they wanted!

"You bitch!" Natalie screamed, rubbing towards me to grab my hair. "You ran away from that room, didn't you?! I knew we should have dumped more molly in you!"

"What are you saying?!" I screamed in reply, tears streaming down my cheeks. "Listen to yourself! I just slept with a stranger for you!"

A loud smack hit my face, stunning me momentarily. "Liar!" Natalie hissed. "Ford Maxwell called, he told me to forget about modeling because I didn't show up last night! Mother swears she left you in his room! So why on earth did Ford Maxwell not see you–”

"–I hate you!" I screamed. Her callousness, her selfishness burned deep in my bones. How could she do this to me? How could they all do this to me? "Someone slept with me last night, Natalie! I don't care what your Ford Maxwell said, but I couldn't leave the room because my family drugged me! I hate you all!*

"Well, you can have a nice life without us then." My father boomed.

I froze, taking in his words. He walked toward me speedily, grabbing me by the hair. The hazel eyes I had inherited stared down at me in anger.

"You made your sister lose her dream. Her future. You are the selfish one here, Lily. You are no part of our family." He spat.

"D-Dad," I called weakly, tears pouring down my face. "How can you say that-"

With a growl, he dragged me by the hair out of the door and hurled me to the ground.

"Do not ever return! From now on, I have just one daughter and it isn't you!" He snarled, turned his back on me and slammed the door.

*******

Noah's POV

"Will that be all, Mr Vernon?" I asked the proud-looking jackass who sat before me, his nose raised in the air snobbishly. Even though I wanted to yell at him, I still maintained eye contact with him and offered him one of my beautiful, charming smiles, showing him that I was interested in him and whatever complaints he must have had.

I had woken up to a call from my secretary that one of our clients claimed the gadgets supplied to him were mediocre.

I had known it would be Vernon. He had to be by far, one of the most infuriating clients I had worked with.

Most people would wonder why I keep someone like him around, but I was one to listen to complaints so as to make my company better. That was after all how I managed to be one of the youngest rich Billionaires in the whole country.

A bit of a sense of humor. Insight and passion. And a positive attitude toward criticism. Social grace and poise. A genuine smile. An interest in others. Those were good qualities I had learned to possess.

And while I was used to his antics, I had been pissed as hell that morning.

Because I had to leave her.

Her.

My body tightened as I recalled the girl I had left at the hotel. Ah hell, just thinking about her made me mad with hunger. She had felt so soft, so fucking soft and supple and too damned tight for an escort.

My hands twitched and I ran it through my mass of black hair, trying to regulate my breathing. I had gone to the bar of that hotel to cool off and have a few drinks. Ended up drunk as hell and booked my usual room because I hadn't wanted to drive home with all the alcohol swimming in my veins.

And like a dream, she was there. Sprawled seductively on my bed, dressed in the most flimsy dress I had ever seen, ready to be opened up like a fucking present. It wasn't unusual to find a woman waiting up in my hotel room. My brother, Ethan, had a knack for hiring female escorts to 'surprise' me as he'd always put it.

And while the women he hired were quite good, she, this one had been phenomenal. Her curves. I hadn't been able to see her in the dim room but I had felt her, everywhere. How could I not? She was so fucking responsive and made the most seductive noises. Her breasts, I doubt I could ever forget how they filled my hands, how I'd wanted nothing more than to taste her than to be buried balls deep inside her. How her wet hot heat had clamped around me, milking me, driving me mad with need.

"That will be all for now, Donovan," Vernon said, breaking through the dirty thoughts that plagued my mind.

I looked up to see the sneer on his face as he rose and left the office. That jackass. Perhaps by the end of the year, I would terminate the business contract between us. Now that he was gone though, I could go back to the hotel.

I rose as well and strode out of the office. I hadn't seen much of her that morning because I was in a rush and she had slept so peacefully. Her hair, brown, was splayed all over the pillow, making her look Innocent. There had been some blood stains on the sheets. We must have gotten so crazy that someone got cut or something.

Fuck! Where on earth did Ethan get these women from? I wanted more of her. So much more. Perhaps I could make her my mistress, she had the supple body for that.

With that thought in mind, I drove down to the hotel to see her and was quite disappointed to hear she had left. I had to see her again, which was crazy since I never cared about the women I slept with in the past. And believe me when I say there were tons of them. Back in the car, I dialed Ethan's number. He had sent her to me so he had to have a means of contacting her again.

"Please tell me you have a valid reason for calling so early?" His playful teasing voice reached my ears, and I grunted. How anyone could sound so fucking cheerful all the time, was beyond me.

Ethan had always been my stark opposite. Hell, my mother used to say the only similarity we shared was our dark hair. He had gotten father's playful blue eyes, and I'd gotten mother's green ones. He'd inherited my mother's bubbly nature, I had always been reserved. That explained why he would have to hire escorts to please me in the first place.

"It's two in the afternoon," I told him, and heard him chuckle.

"My point exactly. Need anything?"

"Yes, the woman you sent to me last night," I mumbled. "I need her contact."

Ethan remained quiet for a while before speaking. "I didn't send anyone last night."

"Ethan, I have no time for games–"

"–I hadn't! The agency said they had no women available so I hadn't sent anyone!" He defended.

"Then who the fuck did I sleep with?!" I bellowed, horror filled me. The blood stains. The fucking blood stains. It couldn't be, she couldn't have been!

"I don't know! You slept with someone who isn't an escort? If you didn't sound so scandalized, I would be overjoyed right now." He scoffed.

"This is no time for jokes! I have to find her. She must have been drunk and... Shit! I fucked an innocent girl-"

"If she didn't push you away, then she wanted it." My brother said nonchalantly.

True.

It was also not the first time such a thing had happened. But for some reason, I felt like that wasn't the case in this scenario.

"She must have been drunk!" I snapped, rubbing my forehead. Hell, now that I thought about it, her movements had been odd and slow. She slurred half the time when she managed to speak. She had to have been drunk and slipped into the wrong room and then I... I slept with her.

“She was a virgin,” I told Ethan. I could tell how the news caught him off guard from the way he breathed deeply.

"I doubt she was-"

“–I am serious,” I said, cutting him off. Silence reigned between us for a minute or two, each of us weighing the thoughts of what I just revealed.

"You have to find her," he finally hissed through his teeth. “You have to take responsibility."

"It's just a one-night stand, Ethan, calm the fuck down!" I yelled at my brother.

"Until you see her, until you confirm that she had wanted it too, I cannot calm down!" Ethan yelled right back. “Think about the effect it would have on you as a person and on the company if this girl comes out to tell the world what you did to her while she was not herself and couldn't refuse you.” My brother added and ended the call.

I wanted to shrug his concern off, but I found that I couldn't.

Somehow, I knew he was right. The fact that the girl was drunk and was also a virgin was oddly against me. If she decided to press charges or even blackmail me with those facts, nothing and no amount of money and influence would change that.

I knew I was overreacting at this point. I was never one to care about whether or not a girl wanted sex as long as she didn't push me away during the act, but this was different.

I raised my phone and dialed a number. It barely rang for three seconds before it was picked up.

"Mr. Donovan?" A gruff voice said on the other side. That was the family's private investigator.

"I need you to find someone. As soon as possible."

The next morning, my phone pinged and an address flashed across the screen. Her address. I had to find her and make things right. PAnd so without hesitation, I drove down to the address. I knocked on the door a few times and after what seemed like forever, a girl with brown hair and the most feline brown eyes I had ever seen, opened the door.

"Who are you?"