Chapter 4: Compensation

Hours later.

Nora's eyes snapped open, bereft of any emotions. Seconds passed before realization slipped in, and she stiffened when she felt the warm figure enveloping her body.

The heat had faded, leaving nothing but shock, numbness, and confusion.

What had she done?

She sat up so suddenly and felt something slipped out of her. That was when she belatedly realized she had his engorged member inside her.

She blinked in horror, staring at the white liquid like she didn't know what it was. Her expression was almost comical compared to the lustful one she had earlier.

The stranger stirred awake at this moment. He became aware almost immediately, and his gaze fixed on her back. Few seconds passed before he sat up, then grabbed his phone on the stand.

She flinched when she felt these movements and looked beside her, only for her to freeze.

A pair of violet eyes collided with her own, deep like an abyss. It's amazing how quick an Extreme Alpha's eyes can switched between these two colors when they're in rut. Sharp brows framed his orbs in perfection, and his complexion — paler than hers — made him look almost unreal. Long silver hair was slightly ruffled from sleep, but rather than him looking unkempt, it looked as if he had been tainted by soemthing, or someone.

It was rare for Nora to meet such a charismatic person outside of set, which made this even more scary.

Who was he?

And did she just sleep with him?

Oh no.

Wait... Oh yes.

She didn't lose out sleeping with this kind of man, after all. Compared with that old bastard Mason, she was glad it was someone that she could at least look at.

Of course, that was until he opened his mouth.

His lips parted, and his rich voice echoed in her ear like a piano piece, bewitching yet sharp. "You slept with me."

"....."

Nora blinked for the third time then mustered a smile. "I believe we slept with each other."

He tilted his head, his angelic face betraying the devilish words that left his mouth. "You came into my room, begging me to fuck you. You triggered my rut."

Suddenly, Nora froze.

Memories rushed into her head, pounding her brain with information.

That was true.

She had crawled in, demanding and begging.

But still...

With the way this man sounded, it looked as if he was planning to ask her for some sort of compensation, which made her heart race as she swallowed.

"I'm sorry, but I was under the influence of my heat." She mumbled, voice thick with apology, hoping the man would drop the subject, but to her surprise, he just looked into her eyes and said in the most serious voice ever:

"And how is that any of my concern?"

Nora froze, then felt warm hand on her cheek. His eyes were cold, and his voice was low. "Look around the room. See the red carpet, the flowers, the cake? I was expecting someone. She called me several times already, but thanks to you, I missed her calls. Tell me, how do we solve this?"

She couldn't think.

Her mind was blank, with only one word echoing in her head.

She had stumbled into something — or rather someone — she shouldn't have stumbled into.

Her silence was met by a cold chuckle as the man got off the bed, his muscular frame reminiscent of a Greek God coming into view as he got to his feet. "Think about it, Miss, and think of a way to compensate me."

And with that, he walked into the bathroom, his steps disappearing.

When the sound of water replaced the stillness in the air, Nora snapped into reality.

Good God!

Why was she sitting here like a moron and entertaining his request when she was supposed to be on a flight?

She got off the bed and managed to put on her torn dress. She didn't wear the heels but instead held them to her chest, looked around the room, noticed his wallet, grabbed the cash, and oh...

The cake on the table!

The wine looked expensive too, must be sweet, why not bring it along?!

She took them into her arms and then sprang out of the room!

Nora ran even faster than when she was escaping from Mason. Without the heels, she was swift. She slipped into her car, turned on the engine, and drove away.

Midway, she turned on the radio to blast her favorite musician's song.

As the woman's voice spilled from the radio, loud yet enthralling, her pounding heart seemed to have found the comfort she was seeking and slowly relaxed.

And finally, she arrived in her small, slum neighbourhood. She slipped on her heels and combed her hair with her fingers. She didn't forget to rearrange her dress too. She didn't want to make her little brother worried.

Once she was sure she looked normal, she finally got out of the car, the cake secured in her arm.

Her lips curled up as she imagined Marco's excitement when he finally got to eat some sweet stuff. He loved them.