Chapter 1

Freya's POV

"Who are you and why are you in my bed?"

I wrapped myself tightly in the quilt, making sure that no single inch of my skin was exposed before summoning the courage to ask.

Just moments ago, I woke up to find myself stark naked in bed with a lean, muscular man lying right next to me!

My hangover cleared instantly.

Bracing myself, I concentrated all the strength in my body into my right foot. I took a deep breath and kicked with everything I had.

Two seconds later, the man rolled off the bed onto the carpet.

The man rubbed his lower back where I had kicked him and hissed in pain as he stood up.

"Are you crazy? Why are you screaming early in the morning?"

My blood boiled instantly and I started arguing fiercely. "I'm crazy? You're the one who's crazy!

“You have perfectly good hands and feet, so why couldn't you do something honorable instead of resorting to date rape?

“I'm telling you, I will call the police!"

As I spoke, I scanned the room for my phone.

Hampered by my lack of clothes, I looked exactly like a caterpillar at that moment.

I just kept wriggling frantically all over the bed.

"Don't even think about running away. As soon as I find my phone and call the cops, you're toast!"

Suddenly, two long slender fingers held out my phone right in front of my face. "Looking for this?"

It was indeed my phone. I lunged to grab it, but the hands deftly pulled it back and I fell hard over my face on the mattress.

"Hey! Are you messing with me on purpose?!"

The man flashed a cocky, arrogant smile. "Of course, I can give the phone back to you. But are you sure you don't want to chat first?"

I plopped down hard on the bed as I had completely lost my patience. "What is there to chat about, with a scumbag like you?"

The man raised an eyebrow. "A scumbag? Then what does that make you? The one who slept with the scumbag?"

"That's impossible!" I denied it flatly. "I'm not that starved for attention…"

A short while later...

The surveillance footage proved to me that a drunk woman can be as ferocious as a wolf or a tiger!

In the hotel I was staying at, every room door looked exactly the same.

During yesterday's company team-building event, things got wild.

I got wasted and stumbled to the wrong door.

When my room card wouldn't open it, I assumed the lock was broken.

So, I banged on the door like a maniac!

A voice inside the room shouted, "Who is it? Piss off!"

No wonder the door won't open.

There's a thief inside the room!

With my fiery temper, how could I tolerate that?

I immediately slammed the door even harder.

When the door finally opened, I lunged forward to apprehend the burglar and dragged him straight into bed.

Even when I’m drunk, I would never let a thief off the hook.

As the surveillance footage triggered my memories to replay vivid scenes in my head, I was so embarrassed that my toes almost dug out a hole on the floor.

Clutching the quilt with one hand and my phone with the other, I blurted, "What's your bank account number?"

The younger guy who I had just slept with for the whole night wore a look of utter confusion.

I asked, "Is 200 dollars enough?" Seeing that he remained silent, I added, "That's all you're worth."

I just wanted to throw money at the problem to make it go away.

But the younger guy had taken a liking to my body.

He wanted me to take responsibility and become his girlfriend.

Initially, I wanted to resist to the bitter end. But after the alcohol had completely left my system, I took a proper look at his face.

His height and handsome looks were easily on par with the top-tier celebrities.

Especially his bedroom eyes, they were incredibly alluring.

So, I agreed.

Who told me to be a sucker for pretty faces?

Besides, my parents always taught me that one must be brave enough to take responsibility for their actions.

Before he left that day, I learned that his name was David Dawson.