"Mr. Patrick… You're back already??"
Flora uttered a sentence, and she felt extremely uncomfortable, as if a burning fire was burning through her body.
All over her body, from top to bottom, there was a burning sensation everywhere.
"It's hot! Brother Patrick...! I want water...! Cold water..."
When Matthew stepped out of the bathroom, What caught his eye was the erotic image of the girl lying on the bed.
He can even hear the small moan from those pretty pink lips.
Her eyes were tightly closed, and her thick eyelashes seemed to hold a few tears.
This girl's face was much more beautiful than he had imagined, at least more beautiful than the "high-class call girls" that the others had prepared in the past.
"Are you so eager to serve me? Unfortunately, for the time being, I have no interest in these flirting games, so I had to let you sleep through the night without doing anything."
As soon as he finished speaking, he was lying on the space on the other side of the large bed, pulling the blanket up to his chest, not intending to touch the person next to him.
Flora felt the mattress concave on the side, and cold air emanated from that side.
She realized it was the cool temperature she was looking for in her trance, so she groped for it.
"You, what the hell are you doing? If she goes one step further, I don't know what I'll do…."
Flora opened her eyes slightly and saw a vague figure of a man. Her ears were also burning, and she could not hear what the person next to her said.
"You… It's you. You're back… I've been waiting for you for so long, and I thought you were going to leave me here alone…."
Consciously unaware, she instinctively assumed that the only man who could appear beside her was Patrick.
Suddenly remembering her purpose for today, she shifted her body, leaning in close to the body of the man beside her.
Two bodies, a man and a woman, separated by only a thin layer of woven fabric, could easily be torn off at any time.
In addition, the girl lit the fire, and soon the atmosphere became hot. Matthew thought those people had found a goblin who seduced men this time. This trick works well. She's good at it, and she can spark his interest.
In return, any other man in this situation could not stay still. However, how can women take the initiative to lead this kind of thing?
Matthew smirked, taking the initiative and lying on top of her.
He lowered his head, his hands unreservedly brushing over the smooth skin and his tongue whirling inside her lips as if to drive away the soft moans that escaped from her pretty, small mouth into his throat.
Flora instinctively wrapped her arms around the other man's neck.
Her mind was mesmerized by his intense kiss, only instinctively using the most innocent ways to respond to his enthusiasm.
However, her naivety unintentionally attracted him strangely.
For the first time, he knew that the girl the others prepared was also the kind of innocent person like he had never slept with a man.
He was startled until the two made love.
"You… the first time? Why didn't you tell me first?"
Does this girl is a virgin? Make sure she gets drunk before she acts. Maybe it's the lack of money, so she has to make this mistake. He thought that when he left, he would leave her some money, his movements were also a little lighter.
"Ah...! That's hurt! I hurt so much, Patrick…."
The pain made Flora want to find something to bite. Without overthinking, she opened her mouth to bite his shoulder. He took a deep breath and tightened his grip around her tiny waist, preventing her from escaping.
"Are you refusing now? It's too late, little girl!"
The arrow is already on the line. How can it not be shot? This wildcat's weak resistance only provoked the man's possessive instinct.
And then, as they say, whatever can happen will happen. Those two body keep entwining each other through a passionate night of love...
The following day was beautiful.
The first rays of morning sunlight penetrated through the glass window, shining on the messy blanket.
On the king-size bed in VIP room 2109 of the Royal INVITE hotel, only one person was fast asleep, her naked body full of traces, enough to know how intense last night was.
The feeling of aching pain all over her body made Flora frown, even though she was half-awake and half-dream.
"How can it hurt so much? Ultimately what…"
Reng... Reng... Reng...
The shrill ringing of the desk phone on the nightstand in the hotel room rang out, reverberating in her eardrums.
Flora opened her eyes, ignored the pain in her body, and picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi, I'm a hotel employee. Is the other end of the line is Ms. Flora Smith in room 2109?"
Flora hesitated a bit.:
"It's me…! May I ask what's wrong?"
"Ah, the thing is…! Ms. Flora…! Last night… Are you okay?"
Is it okay? What does she mean? Does the hotel's service have an extra part to call and ask about overnight guests' sleep status?
"I'm fine, is something wrong?"
She dreamily responded to the hotel staff's inquiries and heard that person politely laugh softly.
"That's just too good. Royal INVITE Hotel is honored to serve you. If you need help, you can contact the front desk or room service anytime. The phone numbers of the relevant departments, including the hotel management are posted next to the phone. I won't bother you to rest anymore, hello. Thank you for your response, and have a great day."
As soon as she heard her say one word, "okay," the hotel staff hurriedly said a long series of talks, making her unable to interrupt.
After that, she didn't understand how it was, so that people hung up the phone.
The phone was off, and Flora no longer had to distract her attention to respond to others, to have time to think about what happened last night.
Let's see, she checks into her hotel room, gets her boyfriend's phone call, then drinks…
"My head hurts… My whole body hurts, and it's cold…."
Wait, what's cold? Before drinking, she was wearing a nightgown, but now she feels like she's in direct contact with the blanket.
An image of the age restriction flashed in her mind.
Her cheeks flushed red for a moment, her hands trembling as she pulled the blanket off to examine…
"Ahhh!"
The shrill scream echoed in the empty room, echoing back into her ears.
Underneath the thin, rumpled blanket is a body without a cloth covering, still full of traces of intimate contact with the opposite sex.
There was a bright red blood stain on the pure white bedsheet.
All sorts of signs, including slowly returning memories, tell her what happened last night in this room between her and that strange man.
But she couldn't remember who it was.
"Could it be Patrick? Is he back already? Incorrect…"
The image of last night appeared in her mind, it was a strange man with a strong masculine body and hot breath, and his voice was also shallow and soothing.
That's not her boyfriend of the past five years because Patrick has yet to come home.
Last night, he called her, announcing the cancellation of the flight. So, he can get here this morning.
She shivered, grabbed the phone beside her pillow, and opened the message.
Her last text to Patrick was good morning yesterday, and her last call was also a call to cancel his flight.
Hesitating for a few seconds, she tried calling him.
"The subscriber you just called is turned off or out of coverage area…."
The ice-cold reminder of the switchboard threw her straight into the ice cellar.
Patrick is on the plane, so he turns off his phone.
She raised her hand to rub her head, her mind trying to move again, thinking about who it was last night.
"That's for sure a different person… But I can't remember his face. Oh no, I don't know him, how could that be…."
The thin satin nightgown she wore yesterday was
fraying as a rag dropped at the foot of the bed.
She threw up the light blanket in frustration, causing dozens of high-denomination bills to scatter on the bed.
"This money…"
This money, indeed, was left by the man last night.
Flora tightly furrowed her eyebrows, feeling insecurity, shock, disappointment, and bitterness… all mixed.
So last night, her innocence was also gone, but the other was not her boyfriend.
Then how is she supposed to talk to him?
Now, she must find out the man's identity to find out what happened.
She put her hand on her arm and gave it a firm, painful squeeze that would help her stay awake, although there was nothing in her body that wasn't painless at the moment.
Changing into an everyday outfit and looking at herself in the mirror without any spirit, she sighed, closed the hotel room door, went to the elevator, and down to the front desk. "Hi, how can I help you?" Not the front desk yesterday. Flora tried to stay calm and nodded to the front desk, recounting the myth she had encountered last night. "… I want you to help me check if anyone else received room card 2109 but me yesterday. There's no way a man would suddenly appear in my room. Or is there something wrong…" This is a five-star hotel, and security good, why a tall man enter her room without a trace. Yesterday, when Matthew Charles arrived, the new receptionist was so obsessed that he forgot his job and forgot to put his information into the hotel's management system. Today's receptionist has worked at this hotel for a long time. Her face color suddenly changed as soon as she heard her mention room 2109, but she quickly regained her composure. "The management system saved the
By this time, Flora had returned home. Flora's mother has a small flower garden. Her mother and she relied on the profits earned from the flower garden and on each other to live. As soon as she entered the house, she saw the scent of flowers filling the air. Roses are in full bloom, red in the corner of the garden. Her mother was busy all the time, cutting each beautiful rose, folding it up, and preparing to bring it to the flower shop. "Mommy." Her mother heard her daughter's voice, only turned her head to look, then resumed her busy work. “The roses are blooming beautifully, and I cut this one-off. The next one that blooms will probably be in time to decorate your engagement… But I thought you would pick up Patrick. Why didn't he come back now?” Flora stepped forward to lend her mother a hand. Her mother frowned as she watched her daughter clumsily cut a flower stem and begin to nag. “You messed up again, and only Patrick can handle you… Stand aside, don't entangle my hand.
So far, Flora has yet to be able to adapt to the atmosphere of such luxurious parties. If she had her choice, she would have chosen to sit in her mother's afternoon tea rather than wear high heels and a ball gown and dance like this. Bored in her chair, she folded her arms on the table. Waved her sore feet from her high heels, trying to hold back the feeling of wanting to put her head down for a nap. "What's wrong with you?" Patrick took a glass of juice with him and put it on the table in front of the girl was sitting dumbly. Suddenly seeing a long thin hand and a glass of juice appears in sight, Flora was startled and out of a state of stupor. Seeing Patrick's worried eyes, she just gently shook her head. "I'm fine, maybe... a little nervous..." She almost figured out what the party was up to through the last conversation with his mother. Patrick smiled, naturally turning around behind her, putting his hand on her shoulder to help her gently massage. "Isn't it too stressful
Some delicately made sweet breakfasts on the table, including Flora's favorite green tea tiramisu. She rested her hand on the table, puffing her cheeks at the opposite man. "Do you want to hurt me fatter or what? I didn't fit my dress earlier, ate many sweets, and it didn't fit. Are you going to expand again?" Patrick laughed, pushing a plate of green tea tiramisu from the middle of the table in front of her. "You can't gain weight in a few days, even if you finish eating this cake. Moreover, it's okay to gain another one or two pounds, you'll be prettier, and I'll... love you more." Green tea tiramisu has an eye-catching light green cake base mixed with a thick cream of smooth white sprinkled with green tea powder on the cake, which is highly stimulating to the hungry caterpillar in the stomach. In Patrick's attentive gaze, Flora held a small spoon and turned the piece around to see where to get her hand down. Patrick's eyes were filled with tenderness. He coughed slightly, cat
Patrick had just left, and the hospital room door was once again jammed open, and this time the person who entered was her mother. She looked at her daughter quietly, deeply disappointed. "My stupid daughter, how can you be so clumsy..." Mrs. Smith also doesn't know how to do more than lament such a unclear sentence. She remembered a day more than two months ago, just before Patrick's return home, her daughter spent the night outside. It was the only time her daughter did not sleep at home. Without thinking, something so big could happen that night. The appearance of her mother, a unclear lament, and her sad look made Flora burst into tears. She regretted, panic, she is scared, and don't know where to go, what to do. It all turned out like this, something she never thought of. "Mom..." Mrs. Smith's eyes were full of water, still stubbornly refused to wipe them in front of her daughter but turned back, wiping tears from her sleeve before she could even fall out of the eye soc
Seven years had passed in the blink of an eye. In a small house located in a narrow alley of the city, a little girl was clinging onto Flora's legs, refusing to let go while sobbing and begging: "Mom, take me with you... I want to come with you..." Flora had a vision that her daughter would cry and cling onto her for fifteen more minutes before she could finally leave. If she hadn't left, she wouldn't have made it. Looking at her daughter's round eyes filled with tears, Flora was at a loss for what to do. Suddenly, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching from the staircase. A young boy appeared, around the same height as the little girl, yawning and stretching. Flora see like pleading with her son for help with her eyes as she frowned "Paul, let go of your mom. She needed to find a job. You won't get cake to eat if she doesn't have a job," a young boy said. Did she really need to tell him that she needed to find a job urgently? She had lost her previous job and income, and n
Flora held her breath, intending to take the chance to sneak into the room without disturbing her son, ignoring his detailed questions. As if telepathically, as soon as she moved her feet, the boy frowned. "Where are you going? I just heard you say SEI Corporation recruited you. That corporation has almost taken over the movie, television, tourism, and advertising markets…." He looked her up and down, and then bottom to top: "Why would they hire you?" Flora frowned again, unable to control her emotions, but then pinch her son's ear: "Why don't you trust me at all? I'm your mother! Six years ago, you came out of my belly, and for six years, you've been nagging me." Her son had never overpowered before his mother, struggling desperately, wanting to escape her evil hands. She pretended to be angry, pinched her son's ear a little, and went downstairs. How could she hurt her child? At that moment, her mother, the grandmother of the two children, heard the noise downstairs and came down.
Arriving in front of the interview room, she took a deep breath before knocking cautiously. From inside, a female voice responded: "Come on in." The candidate's resume was on the table, and the direct interviewer, a woman in her forties, was very distinctive. But the candidate dared not mention that the interviewer was the general director's fiancée, her imagination was too far-fetched. Flora tried to maintain a professional smile, but it seemed a bit silly given the attire she wore that day. The interviewer pulled down her glasses, frowned, and looked at the candidate in a manner similar to a teacher looking at a student. She hesitated before setting her pen aside and asked: "Your appearance..." Without saying it directly, she glanced down at the candidate's appearance, making an "x" sign with her fingers. Flora responded, "Yes, my appearance may not be as attractive as some people, but please believe that my abilities are excellent. I graduated from a prestigious university with