Chapter 6: The check

The bright light in my eyes woke me up from my long sleep. My mind was blank and completely in a state of confusion. I opened my eyes slightly, blinked a few times, then observed everything around me. A rather luxurious room, the mattress is soft, the curtains are half ajar.

My body ached as if I had just been through a terrible fight, just twisting my body makes me feel tired.

"What's this?"

I pulled up the blanket and found myself naked, a few red hickeys that made my mind even more chaotic. Just before I could get up, I heard running water in the bathroom. Is someone else in this room too?

I fell into a panic and didn't know what to do. This is the first time I've been in this weird situation. I frantically searched for my underwear but couldn't find it, instead a new set of clothes was placed at the end of the bed.

Without thinking much, I grabbed the suit and hurriedly put it on. Unfortunately, before he could finish dressing, the person in the bathroom stepped out.

In my life, this moment is probably the craziest moment, but also the most embarrassing moment that I want to forget.

I was standing naked in front of a man, and he looked at me with an expressionless expression.

"Damn it!"

I rushed into the bathroom, when I passed the man I lowered my head and dared not look him in the eye. I'm done with my life. After seeing him, all the jumbled memories of last night became clear, and I am now fully awake. More than ever, I'm aware that I'm no longer a virgin, I've made love to a strange man.

This is shameful.

I need to speak to him clearly and explain this damn misunderstanding. After I finished putting on my clothes, I quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face. Looking at herself in the mirror, white skin, long curly brown hair, emerald blue eyes a bit dull from fatigue. I don't look as bright and energetic as usual, but I look like a girl who just got dumped by her boyfriend.

I stepped out of the bathroom after regaining my composure and thinking carefully about what I needed to say.

The man was still waiting for me, he hadn't even changed, just wrapped a towel around his waist and sat cross-legged. He looked so relaxed, so different from my nervousness and panic. When he saw me, his pupils narrowed slightly, like he was judging me.

I was a little freaked out by his attitude.

He finished his cigarette, then rubbed the cigarette butt into the ashtray. Fuzzy smoke hung in the air. The man slowly got up and walked towards me.

He has an admirable height, well-proportioned and toned body, like a professional athlete. His jet-black hair was wet with water, a few drops dripping onto the ground with his movements, a few trickling down his cheeks and settling on his chin. His skin is dark, if you look closely you will see some faint scars, which makes me even more certain that he is an athlete and has to practice often, leading to injury.

What was even more surprising was his face, a standard western male beauty. He possesses an angular and masculine face, just looking at it once will leave an unforgettable impression. “Lumbersexual” is the first word that comes to mind when I think of this man. This word means men who possess healthy skin, strong muscles and especially a well-groomed beard. Their clothes can be elegant suits when going to an important event, or jeans, boots and checkered sweatshirts when casual.

Well, I have to admit this man is so attractive.

And I even slept with him.

"..." I quietly watched him approach me.

"What's your name?"

"Esther Joan."

"One night stand, a virgin... you must be the bartender? Or the waitress? Well, you could be a new prostitute too."

"What? What the hell are you talking about?"

I was shocked at what he just said. Does he consider me a prostitute?

"I'm quite busy, and have no intention of seeing you again or coming back here." The man dressed leisurely, then he pulled out a check and handed it to me. "You were great last night, thanks for the service."

Looking at the check, all the goodwill I had for him disappeared. The check didn't have any numbers on it, proving he was rich enough to give me a mansion if he wanted to. Humiliation and shame overwhelmed my thoughts, and I immediately responded.

"Looks like a virgin's first is a pretty good deal." I smiled sarcastically and looked at him. "You seemed pleased with my service last night. But unfortunately, I am not satisfied with you at all."

I tore off the check without hesitation, then aggressively left without even turning to look at him once. Does he think he's rich and has the right to look down on me?

Ridiculous!

Just yesterday, I became a rich woman. Who is richer, between him and me, is still uncertain.

However, if I had known how bad this impulsive action of mine was, I probably wouldn't have done it. Unfortunately... I didn't know.

I just kept walking, because I didn't have any money to take a taxi. My wallet and phone are kept by my father. Right now, I don't know if he's still chasing me or not. For the time being, I don't want to call the police, because no policeman would believe a father holding his own daughter for money. Not to mention, the power of the Joan family is so great, it is likely that the police will be on their side.

As soon as I got home, I rushed into my mother's bedroom.

"Mom, I'm back."

There was no one in the room. I was a bit surprised because it was early in the morning, my mother must not have left the house. Or did my mother go to the police?

I felt a little nervous, and then I saw my mom's phone on the table. There was no reason why my mother would leave the house in such a hurry that she forgot to bring her phone. I had a bad premonition, so I rushed over to the neighbor's house to ask.

"Oh Esther, why are you back so late? Last night my mother was hospitalized. She fainted on the street and was taken to the emergency room by a kind passerby."

"Which hospital is my mother in?"