His face was so handsome yet he smirked devilishly.
Then without a warning, he stepped on the gas and the car ran to its unimaginable speed.
Emily was dumbfounded.
“I’m the pervert,” Charle’s introduction just drained all the calmness in her body.
All the exaggerating excitements in her vanished in a snap.
Her mind was completely at a loss and her lips turned pale.
She could not speak a single word like her throat was so dry.
She wanted to believe that she just misheard him or everything was just her imagination.
Charles, Charles’s car, and what he said were all not real!
‘Oh gosh!’
She just called him small!
‘What a shame!’
Charles’s speed was like going in the direction of death.
He must be really angry!
Emily quickly grasped the seatbelt and quickly fastened it around her body.
She panicked looking at the guy who she called a pervert earlier.
Not only that, she texted him the worst!
She suddenly regretted all the messages she sent to him.
If only she knew it was him!
Emily was taken aback by the sudden unexpected situation.
How could it be?
Is fate playing tricks on her?
That arrogant jerk, the pervert, and the psycho happened to be Charles Adam.
She was really in a bad mood earlier because of her father.
She never imagined she would bend her anger to him.
Charles’s text messages just came in a really bad timing.
If she only knew that it was him, she would definitely use gentle words like the sweetest human being on this planet.
She would never say those harsh words to him instead, she would tell him lots of praises that she kept for a long time in her heart.
At this moment, Emily’s mind is so chaotic.
Should she apologize?
But…
Is that even enough?
She just stepped on his ego.
Can a one-sorry really solve everything?
Emily was in a huge mess.
She blushed and she was nervous as hell.
She didn’t know how to react and how to start apologizing.
One thing she was sure about, she didn’t want to offend him.
She loved him!
'OMG!'
Emily felt troubled.
Her guilt was eating her up.
Calling him lousy in the bed and having a small pen*s was so harsh.
Thinking about this, Emily wished that the ground would open and swallow her this instant.
Her cheeks were burning in embarrassment.
Surely, no man would ever like someone to belittle their performance in bed and their pride.
'What have you done, Emily?'
She tucked her head in the middle with her two palms and shook it while closing her eyes.
Then she bit her lower lip to punish herself.
The air inside the car was suffocating adding to the deafening silence.
Charles maneuvered his car skillfully.
He drove handsomely and elegantly.
Emily was cursing her eyes as they were hypnotized by the man in the driver’s seat.
Then just to break the icy atmosphere, Emily felt like she needed to start apologizing.
But then is it appropriate to talk about those things right now?
She might annoy him more.
Weighing, Emily gritted her teeth to muster up her courage.
“Hmmm...” She hummed first obviously hesitating.
Charles didn’t even spare a glance at her.
Well, it was a good thing, she could continue without breaking the little courage she was holding.
“Hmmm... Where are we going?” After clenching her palms into fists, she finally started a conversion.
But Charles didn’t answer her.
Surely, he heard her but he was intentionally ignoring her.
He is really angry!
Emily could not understand why he was with her.
Why did he come out of nowhere?
The most famous superstar!
Still, she couldn’t believe it.
When she was about to close her eyes again hoping to wake up from a very unimaginable dream, Charles spoke.
His head tilted in her direction and his deep captivating eyes met hers.
“We are heading to a hotel,” His voice was calm and smooth without a trace of anger but after his words, he smirked meaningfully before he put his attention to the road again.
Hearing this, Emily quickly wrapped her arms around her chest to cover her body instinctively.
Charles could see her cute reaction from the corner of his eyes.
He could not help but smirk again.
Emily's heart skipped a beat.
Her heart pumped so fast that it had no plan to stop.
Charles is going to take her to a hotel!
'What?'
'Oh no!'
Is he going to prove to her now that she was wrong?
That his .... is not small and he is not lousy in bed...
She didn’t expect Charles to be too direct and bulgar.
Emily knew he stepped on his pride earlier but it didn’t mean that he had to prove it to her that instant.
Seeing this girl’s nervous reaction, Charles couldn’t help but think she was just faking it.
This girl just bombarded him with insults and now she was acting like a virgin!
No virgin would dare to type those kinds of naughty words to a person whom she never met.
When he read her words, he honestly felt challenged.
No one ever insulted him like that nor it was safe to say that no one dared to offend him.
She thought this girl was an easy type of a girl but then why is she acting so clean?
Is she playing hard to get?
Charles looked at her deeply like he was finding her bottom.
Obviously, he was scrutinizing her through his keen eyes.
Emily didn’t talk anymore.
She thought in her lifetime, she only had 3 emotions.
Sad, angry, and excited ...
Sad because she missed her mom so much.
Anger because of her shameless father.
And the excitement she had was basically because of her darling superstar.
Charles was already part of her life from the first time she saw his billboard.
Just thinking of him, put a smile on her gloomy life.
Now, Charles wanted to bring her to the hotel, so should she escape or stay?
She had to think again and again about what was the right thing to do.
Emily didn’t want to regret after.
Admittedly, she offended him big time!
'Gosh!'
'Heaven and Earth, help me!'
Compressing all the nervousness and fear she had, she remained silent.
“Look! I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was you and I really didn’t mean it! I am really in a bad mood so please I am sincerely sorry for being so harsh.”
He heard her but he didn’t bother to look at her or replied a single word.
The air remained stiff and full of tension between the two strangers inside the car.
Emily was on the verge of collapsing due to severe embarrassment and nervousness until they finally arrived.
Charles had chosen The Century Lux Hotel.
It was a 7-star hotel and among the biggest hotels in the city.
If she was not mistaken, this hotel was owned by the Adams.
Emily’s nervousness was eating her up.
She still didn’t know what to do as she didn’t get any response from him.
Charles is serious!
Run or stay?
Aside from that, there were lots of questions in her mind that troubled her a lot.
Is Charles this kind of a man?
Is he the kind of man who just picks up random girls in the dark?
If people knew, surely, it was going to be like an explosive bomb.
His fans would surely be heartbroken.
Emily quickly shook her head to get rid of her thoughts.
She had to think first about her situation right now and not the others.
What should I do?
Should I follow him or just run away?
If I lose my virginity to him, would it be worth it?
'Of course, YES!'
Her brain didn't need more time to answer.
The answer came right after finishing her question.
But then... what about her morals?
"Stop!" Emily suddenly exclaimed even though she was stunned by her.
Charles halted calmly and turned around to look at her clearly.
Their eyes met and her heart suddenly skipped a bit.
She wanted to say something but her words seemed to be trapped inside her throat.
She was again captivated by his mysterious eyes.
He smirked charmingly.
Then glanced at the hotel butler standing near the hotel's entrance.
Quickly, the professional butler strode forward to Emily.
Charles then entered the hotel unbothered.
He was politely greeted by the hotel employees.
They bowed and were very careful to commit a single mistake to offend Charles.
They were all well aware that a member of the highest bosses was in.
"This way, ma’am." The butler asked Emily politely to follow him.
Emily could only see Charles's back from afar.
Instinctively, her feet moved forward.
She didn't know what she was doing but she was excited and super nervous about what Charles was going to do with her.
People may call her an easy-to-get woman but at this moment, Emily mustered her courage to be with the person she loved deeply in her heart for almost 5 years now.
She might as well take this chance and make a good story with him before she wakes up in this deep dream.
After a while, Emily reached a private room inside a luxurious restaurant on the 25th floor.
Emily was surprised that she was not directly led to a hotel room.
On top of a table was a Charcuterie board set up elegantly with two glasses of wine.
Charles was sitting beside emanating an extraordinary aura like a prince charming.
'Does he want her to eat first before he takes my virginity?'
Her overthinking made her body shiver.
Then she quickly took her head to get rid of her nasty thoughts.
Everything that happened to her tonight was so unreal.
After the butler settled Emily to her seat, he left formally.
Then another staff skillfully poured a fine wine into Charles's glass and hers.
After, Charles signaled him to exit the room.
Soon, Charles and Emily were left inside a private room.
A deafening silence suddenly occupied the room followed by an awkward air circulating inside and a stiff tension between two complete strangers.
"Shall we?" Charles's voice was very charming to her ears.
Then he smirked cutely after and started to sip his wine elegantly.
His charming eyes fixed on her.
Emily was taken aback as her heart raced so fast.
She was well aware that she still had time to run away but then at the same time, she didn't want to miss this very rare opportunity with her darling superstar, Charles Adam.
She still couldn't believe that she was with her prince charming.
Everything happened so fast and everything was just so impossible!
Never in her life, she imagined to be with him for real.
She felt something wasn’t right but then she didn’t want to dwell on it that too much.
She might enjoy the exciting feeling lingering all over her by Charles's presence.
Maybe after all the bad luck she had, fate had rewarded her tonight!
But the reward is to lose her virginity...
'Gosh!'
Her thoughts were quickly cut when Charles moved a black envelope forward using his delicate index finger.
“What is this?” She was stunned with her cheeks continuously heating up.
Her beautiful lips were slightly opened like she was contemplating to say something.
Emily’s nervous reaction was very clear to Charles.
For him, most girls were the same.
They put on an innocent act but the inside was way more of the opposite.
They were pretentious!
He was used to seeing girls of this kind and every day he was surrounded by them.
There were a lot of women who tried to hook up with him and climb his bed but no one succeeded.
He never liked women with ulterior nasty motives.
Before he could answer, Emily suddenly stood up restless.
Her eyes were full of uncertainties.
With burning cheeks, she gritted her teeth first then mustered up all her courage as she asked, “Are you going to have sex with me?”
The first light of dawn crept gently through the thin curtains, casting a soft, golden hue across the small room. Dust motes danced lazily in the air, and the ceiling fan spun in slow, sleepy circles above them.Emily stirred first.Her lashes fluttered open, and for a moment, she didn’t remember where she was. The bed beneath her was too firm, the sheets too plain, the air too still. But then she felt it—the steady rise and fall of a chest beneath her cheek. The warmth of an arm wrapped around her waist. The familiar scent of him—clean, faintly woodsy, and unmistakably Charles.She blinked slowly.Her hand was still in his.Their fingers were still laced, even in sleep.She tilted her head slightly and found herself tucked perfectly into the crook of his shoulder, her body curved into his like they had always belonged there. His other arm was draped protectively around her, his grip loose but present, like even in sleep, he didn’t want to let go.Charles was still asleep.His face wa
The sky had deepened into a velvet navy by the time Charles and Emily were back on the road. The windows were down, letting in the cool night air, and the stars blinked faintly above them. The beach still clung to their skin—salt in their hair, sand between their toes—but neither of them seemed to mind.Emily leaned her head against the window, her eyes half-closed, a soft smile still playing on her lips. Charles glanced at her now and then, his hand steady on the wheel, the silence between them warm and full.Then—Thump.Thump-thump-thump.The car jolted slightly.Charles’s brows furrowed. He slowed down, pulled to the side of the road, and stepped out to check.Emily sat up straighter. “What happened?”He returned a moment later, brushing his hands on his jeans. “Flat tire.”She blinked. “You don’t have a spare?”“I do,” he said, glancing down the dark road. “But I’m not changing it in the middle of nowhere at night. Not with you here. It’s not safe.”Of course, she understood what
Emily stood barefoot beside the car, the warm sand curling between her toes. The salty breeze tousled her hair as she looked out at the endless blue, her eyes wide with wonder. She inhaled deeply, the scent of the ocean wrapping around her like a memory.Then she turned to Charles.He stood there, hands in his pockets, watching her with that unreadable expression—half amusement, half something deeper.Without warning, Emily stepped closer.So close that their shoulders brushed.And then—on her toes—she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.A whisper of warmth.A spark.Before he could react, she was already pulling away, her eyes gleaming with mischief.“Yeahhh!” she shouted, throwing her hands in the air like a child set free.She ran toward the water, her laughter echoing across the shore, her hair flying behind her like a banner of joy. The hem of her dress fluttered around her knees as she splashed into the shallows, spinning once, arms wide, face tilted to the sun.Char
The morning light spilled gently through the hospital window, casting a soft glow across the room. Emily sat upright in bed, her eyes fixed on the television screen mounted on the wall. The news anchor’s voice was steady, but the footage was anything but calm.Mayor Steffan, once the untouchable pillar of the city, was being led away in handcuffs.Emily watched in stunned silence as the man who had once stood beside her father, who had smiled for cameras and shaken hands with the powerful, now shouted into a sea of microphones and flashing lights.“Please… don’t let history write lies about me. Look into my heart. Look into your own. I swear I have never betrayed you. I only ever tried to serve.”The screen cut to a panel of analysts, but Emily wasn’t listening anymore. Her heart was racing. Her fingers trembled slightly around the remote.She didn’t know if it was justice or tragedy.She didn’t know whether to feel relief or fear.And then—The door opened.She turned.Charles stood
After the flurry of remote mishaps and cheek-burning TV scenes, the room settled into a gentler hush. The warm lighting painted soft edges on the hospital walls as Emily curled beside Charles beneath the blanket.She tilted her head playfully and whispered, “What about… a game?”Charles didn’t lift his gaze from the pages of the book. “Sounds boring.”“Hmmm,” she said, feigning dramatic suspense. “I ask you a question, you answer. You ask me, I answer. Simple. Honest. No dodging.”He flipped another page, unconvinced. “Not interested.”Emily scooted closer. “Well, I’m very interested in yours.”That earned her a glance—a slow, calculated look.Charles smirked. “Emily Greyson, you better fall in line if you want to know my life. Don’t you know there’s a sea of women out there who'd sell their souls for a peek inside this mind?”The sarcasm was heavy, but she grinned.“Please…” she whispered. “Please?”He turned back, caught the pleading sparkle in her eyes—lashes impossibly long, gaze
Morning crept in gently, trailing threads of light across the folds of white linen. The hospital room was hushed, but not cold. It felt… different. Warmer. Softer. Like someone had left the window open just enough for calm to step inside.Charles blinked awake slowly, disoriented at first.Emily was curled against him, face nestled against the crook of his shoulder, one hand resting on his chest like she'd staked her claim in the quiet. Her IV had been expertly maneuvered to give her room, and her breathing was soft. Steady.Charles didn’t move.Not because he didn’t want to.But because he couldn’t.His body was still for once—truly still. And his mind, so often raging in silence, was quiet.The guilt that normally clawed at him first thing in the morning… was gone.Not erased. But muted.Not forgotten. But distant.For the first time in years since the accident that took his parents—he had slept. Deeply. Peacefully. With her.His eyes remained fixed on her peaceful face, and somethi