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Mary's POV

It was really dramatic when everything became clear. The room I was in actually belonged to this mysterious, good-looking man who had just come in. It was wrongly reserved for me when I made the booking.

As all the other rooms had been occupied, I had no choice but to go out into the town and find another room. Though the handsome man kept saying we could share the room, I didn't take his offer. To me, it wasn't an option.

'How could I stay in a room with a strange man, one looking so handsome?'

But since I had left during the day, searching all over the town, I couldn't get any room and it was already late in the night. After thinking deeply, with everything that happened to me today, I went back.

He gave me a warm welcome and I settled on the couch.

As I didn’t want anyone to see me at my lowest.

With the intention of leaving once it was daybreak, I turned to steal a glance at this daunting man just once again. But instead of seeing him from afar, I locked eyes with him right beside me.

I almost exploded in shock.

'When did he sneak to my side on the couch?'

'What was he even up to sitting close by my side?'

I wanted to speak, but I couldn't make any sound, and the whole room was filled with nothing but a pregnant, taut silence.

As I had already become frozen in shock, I kept looking at his face to face, eyeball to eyeball, and he also kept looking right at me, his face becoming more handsome with every passing minute.

His eyes were becoming more seductive.

As I kept looking, his eyes kept glowing, like blue and gold under his long eyelashes and black eyebrows, making his high cheekbones and lips very enchanting.

I started imagining being wrapped in his arms, resting my head on his broad chest.

Suddenly, I got a bizarre and urgent desire for a kiss. I tried to resist but I couldn't. My lips kept shaking as they wanted to be pressed against his mouth, just to feel, taste, and savor it.

I was totally lost in thought, not until he cleared his throat.

“Hey, beautiful lady," he said softly.

'Did he just call me beautiful?'

'Didn't Jerry just complain and break up with me because I was ugly?'

Due to reasons that I didn't understand, I started having a hot feeling in my belly with my blood sizzling as if I was getting fried.

I became dizzy and my breath hitched.

I was just sitting down on the couch but in my mind, I was already sitting on his lap, holding his head with both hands while licking the hell out of his face

I quickly gulped to compose myself.

'Why am I feeling so weird?'

'Or is it because I had never seen anyone as handsome as him?'

To avoid acting out my thoughts, I quickly stood up.

“Oh, do you need something or are you pressed?” he asked slowly with concern and affection.

“I was... I just wanted to…” I stuttered as I couldn't come up with anything.

With eyes like this, I wouldn't blame myself for being in a daze.

“I also know it's boring here, that's why I want us to play this while sharing a drink?” He put some cards on the table and added a bottle of wine.

I wanted to decline but I was already wrecked by the sweetness of his voice.

Staring at him deeply without a word, I sat back down, fighting the burning sensation spreading all over my body. I didn't know if the sensation was distributing cold or heat through all the veins and the blood vessels in my body.

All of a sudden, he smiled faintly and the room became tilted.

Instantly, I became effeminate. I could feel my bones turning into powder.

To add to my woes, he unbuttoned his jacket, revealing his broad chest and the body I had suspected him to be hiding under the shirt.

I gasped and got a strong urge to touch his chest.

What is wrong with me?

When did I become like this?

"Let's play!" He started picking up the card.

"But I don't have any money!" I couldn't take my eyes off his body.

"You don't need to worry about money, we are playing strip poker," he answered without looking at me, and I just nodded agreeably like a brainless idiot.

We started playing while sipping the alcohol every time he offered it to me.

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I suddenly woke up and sat up on the bed.

Trying to open my eyes, I felt as if they had stuck together. I held the bedsheet tightly and opened it using strength.

After opening my eyes, I realized that they had dilated and everything around me seemed blurry. I quickly rubbed my eyes as I took in my surroundings.

"Where am I?"

I was currently in an exquisite room, more luxurious than my apartment. I had hurriedly gotten down from the bed in confusion before I realized that I was stark naked.

My clothes and underwear were all over the floor.

I quickly jumped back on the bed and covered myself with the duvet.

'What happened?'

'Why am I feeling this way?'

Going back in thought, I tried to assess everything that happened.

I just woke up naked with a strange feeling of excitement after what I witnessed yesterday.

As I was having some tender feelings in my crotch, I moved the duvet aside to check but I quickly covered myself up, seeing how red I was down there.

It seemed like I had gone through some pounding.

Bit by bit, the memories of last night started coming back into my mind, adding themselves together to make the story whole.

As we were playing strip poker, drinking that sweet wine with the strange man teasing and seducing me with his body, I finally came to realize what had happened.

I got drunk and I started touching his body as he kept showing them off to me. We hugged, kissed, and ended up on the bed.

As I recalled what happened, I felt so hot that I grabbed my long hair to fan myself. I remembered how he kept penetrating me with enjoyable strokes.

He didn't just have a perfect body, he was good at this.

I quickly knocked off the thought before I could become immersed in it and start moaning. I shouldn't be thinking about how good he was at that moment.

'How did all this happen?'

I just had a one-night stand with a stranger.

This was my first time doing it with a stranger.

'How was I supposed to handle the feeling that comes after?'

'What should I do?'

'Should I start praising him for his great performance?'

This was the best time for me to leave as he was still in the bathroom. I hurriedly got up from the bed, put on my clothes, and grabbed my bag.

As I got to the door with my hand holding the handle, the bathroom door squeaked as it opened.

"Why are you leaving in a hurry?" he asked softly as he came out of the bathroom.