otel, ro

empty, but that was understandable since it was around 11pm in the night. I had left the party an hour ago, with the excuse that I had a

't need to

here I get my revenge. Nodding to myself, I raked my hand through my hair then knocked on the do

nst the door, lips abruptly attacking my own without warning as the scent of alcohol drifted into my nose. I was a bit surprised at first but s

moved my hand to the back of his head, tightly gripping his hair. He bit my lip and I opened up for him without defiance, letting his tongue plunge into my mouth. He quickly had me

up and down my back until his fingers latched onto my zipper, zipping down my dress. The dress freely dropped to the floor in a

rk on his lips. I smiled. He obviously liked what he saw. I be

er to my surprise, he stepped back, turned and walked over to the small glass table he had in the roo

seating himself at the table wi

hought we were...you know...doing stuff," I murmured, shivering from the cold air hitting my bare skin. Looking down at

myself to be a bit wary. But can you blame me? The flirting was kind of too sudden fro

o I look like

n one go then poured another. "Reporters don't always look like rep

s beautiful face. He was slowly but surely getting on my nerves. This is so unca

t at this rate, none of that is going to happen. He suspects me to be a reporter? Li

nded, crossing his

I can see it in his eyes. What the hell does he want me to

you want

proof that you're not a reporter, nor

d. "Pros

"Yeah. How should I put this?...you were a bit too

get!? Saying I'm easy isn't very wrong but a prostitute? The nerve of this guy! Does he think that because he has a pretty face, I won't b

ven here?" I demanded, cros

lete strangers but..." Setting the glass down, he stood up and took slow steps towards me

nside my head. However, I didn't attempt to find any answers, my mind was alre

slowly, he brought my hands down to my side without breaking eye contact. "You're a risk I'm wi