After being framed by her boyfriend and best friend, Nicole ended up spending the night with a mysterious stranger. She thoroughly enjoyed the unexpected rendezvous, but when she woke up the next morning, she couldn't help but feel bad about what she did. All of her guilt, however, was washed away when she saw the face of the man lying next to her. "He's... beautiful," she whispered, awed by what she was seeing. Her guilt quickly turned into shame, and it drove her to leave the man a bit of money before she left. Kerr was astounded. 'Did that woman try to pay me? Like a prostitute?' he thought, offended. "Ask the hotel manager for the surveillance video," he commanded his assistant authoritatively, his eyebrows furrowed. He had a determined expression on his face. "I want to find out who was in my room last night." 'And when I find that woman, I'm going to teach her a lesson!' Where will their story go?
Nicole Morgan woke up in an unfamiliar bed completely bare, she was puzzled.
When she moved a bit, there beside was a warm and robust... man's body?!!
Nicole immediately covered her mouth that she didn't scream right away. Some vague memories flooded into her mind...
***
Last night, in dizzying, she was held by her bestie Fiona into a hotel room.
"Get in there you bitch! " Fiona threw her heavily on the bed and firmly closed the door of the dimly lit room.
"Who are you? How can you into here?" That was a low, magnetic male voice.
Nicole, whose consciousness gradually got confused, couldn't identify the voice.
Nicole only felt hot and there was fire arousing from her heart. This feeling of exhilaration was weird and strange, wile this sexy male voice seemed to be inviting her. She lost her last ounce of control and wrapped her arms around the man's neck and pressed her soft lips to him and passionately kissed him.
"Are you sure you want it?" The man's voice sounded a little hoarse with a hard restraint.
This was the last sentence that Nicole heard before loosing her mind.
"Yes, help me..." By instinct, Nicole stroked the man's body indiscriminately. She felt even hotter and wanted more. Then she held the man tighter and climbed her slender legs on his strong and lean waist.
"Fuc..." With a low curse the man rolled over and pressed Nicole down on the bed.
At first, with the man's touch, the heated alien and dryness in Nicole's body's seemed to be soothed. Next, a piercing pain suddenly made Nicole's tears out. But soon, with the gentle and rhythmic swing of the man, the pain slowly gone and replaced by an amazing pleasure. Finally, Nicole only remembered a tremendous satisfaction surrounded her...
***
'No no no! What the hell I'm thinking about!' Nicole patted her face to regain her senses. The aches and pains in her body told her that what happened was not a dream. Rubbing her nasal bridge, she tried to recall everything that happened to her yesterday.
Okay... I remember Gregory telling me that he had a surprise for me, and told me to wait for him at the hotel room 1010. Then Fiona brought me a glass of water and led me.... and I drank that... Those two bastards!' Nicole narrowed her eyes and teeth clenched.
She looked again at her side, the man was still sleeping soundly, his handsome face suddenly stuck all her thoughts. In the dim room light, he looked so attractive that Nicole could hardly move her eyes away.
The quilt was wrapped around his waist, revealing his beautifully shaped chest muscles and firm arms. His eight pads were half-covered under the quilt.
Looking at this stunning handsome man, Nicole sighed in her heart, 'Although it's my first time, after all, it's with such a hot guy. Well, I was drugged and you helped me. Then we're even.'
Nicole gingerly got out of bed and picked up her scattered clothes from the floor.
As she tiptoed to the door, she subconsciously glanced at the door sign. It's... room 1001?
'Stupid Fiona, so did she send me to the wrong room?'
Thought about something suddenly, Nicole retreated back into the room.
She took out her wallet, pulled out all her money, and placed it all on the bedside cabinet, 'Alright, this time, I really owe you nothing at all. Byee- Mr. Handsome, and see you never again!'
Upon out of the hotel, Nicole immediately took a taxi to her boyfriend, Gregory's house. She's going to ask him for the truth.
Before she opened the door, she had envisaged a myriad of possibilities. But what lay before her was indeed the one she least expected-clothes were scattered all over the floor from the door to the stairs. She could recognize that there was even a dark blue tie she had gifted to Gregory. Now it was on the ground like crumpled garbage. The moans of excitement waft from the bedroom.
"Oh Gregory, you're my soldier! Ah, again and deeper!" It's Fiona with no doubt.
"Baby you're so beautiful and good at it, oh..." Gregory's voice was definitely rapturous.
"How does it compare to Nicole? Who's better?"
"You're the best, love. Don't mention about her at this wonderful moment. She didn't even allow me to touch her!" The bed was still creaking as their thrusting while Nicole heard a sneer from Gregory, " Then let this hypocritical and pretentious woman make a sacrifice for our business. See if she regrets not letting me do her when she's under that old man's lean stick."
Hearing their words, Nicole was trembling with fury. She couldn't stand it anymore and grabbed a high heel shoe on the floor and threw it to the bed towards them, "Remember close the door next time! You're so shameless and disgusting, makes me throw up almost!"
Gregory stared blankly at the sudden appeared Nicola, but there was no guilt or lingering on his face.
Fiona, on the other hand, stood up from the bed justifiably right in frond of Nicole, draped herself over Gregory's shirt, and not embarrassing at all, "Nicole, now that you've seen it, I'll be straightforward to you. Gregory and I-
"Nonono, put on your clothes first!" Nicole sided her head away and squinted her eyes as if something was hurting her sight, "Even if you like to show yourself this way, I have no interest in such a scene of the red-light district."
"YOU!" Fiona pointed at Nicole angrily but couldn't say anymore words.
Nicole turned to Gregory and laughed indifferently, "You did that to me, is this what you are all about? You fancy such a woman as your type?" Obvious disgust was in Nicole's eyes.
"And Fiona, I used to see you as my best friend and took care of you. You see, I was just afraid to tell you this because it might hurt your feelings, but ever since we were kids, the clothes you wore were my old clothes and the things you used were also my old stuffs. But I didn't expect you to even pick up a second-hand man from me. Isn't that funny?" Ninole smiled disdainfully, "It seems that you only deserve the used trash I don't want anymore."
These words shot the most hurting point of Fiona. Her father used to be the driver of the Morgans. She was vain by nature and felt inferior because of her humble background.
Not even waiting for Fiona to retort, Gregory, who was still bare in the blanket, pointed at Nicole and cursed in shout, "Nicole, who do you think you are? What I hate most is your pride! You are no longer the honorable Miss Morgan from that great family! Don't forget your father dead and your family fell! Now, YOU, are the one I don't want anymore!" Apparently, he was furious as being described as 'a second-hand man like trash.'
Gregory then showed a vicious smile, "And you don't have to speak lowly of Fiona and me. Dare you tell me, last night, I asked you to come to me, but who did you stay with and what did you do over this night?"
After being framed by her boyfriend and best friend, Nicole ended up spending the night with a mysterious stranger. She thoroughly enjoyed the unexpected rendezvous, but when she woke up the next morning, she couldn’t help but feel bad about what she did. All of her guilt, however, was washed away when she saw the face of the man lying next to her. “He’s... beautiful,” she whispered, awed by what she was seeing. Her guilt quickly turned into shame, and it drove her to leave the man a bit of money before she left. Kerr was astounded. ‘Did that woman try to pay me? Like a prostitute?’ he thought, offended. “Ask the hotel manager for the surveillance video,” he commanded his assistant authoritatively, his eyebrows furrowed. He had a determined expression on his face. “I want to find out who was in my room last night.” ‘And when I find that woman, I’m going to teach her a lesson!’ Where will their story go?
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