Spoiled by Alpha Daddy after Breaking My Engagement

In the top floor suite of the Imperial Palace Hotel, I'm kneeling on the carpet, The black lace bra makes my breasts look even fuller, almost spilling out. They have always been beautiful. Now, they seemed even more prominent due to the squeezing. Whenever I moved, they would gently sway. There was a mother-of-pearl button in the middle of it. I wanted to unbutton it, but I was drunk and just couldn't undo it. "Help me!" I pleaded with the man in front of me for assistance. Although I don't know who he is, I don't care now. At present, I was doing my utmost to seduce him simply because I wanted to find a man to have vigorous s/ex with me and make me forget this night that made me embarrassed and angry. The man's fingers were cold, and I couldn't help moaning when they touched my body. "Ah--" His touch made me sensitive. If he inserted his finger into my body at this moment, I would orgasm directly. "Want me to f***k you?" His voice is a little cold. "Yes." He was not gentle. He stood up from the sofa and walked behind me, grabbed my hair and pressed me on the carpet, my n*****s trembled because of the friction of the carpet. He slapped my ass. "Say, Daddy, I want.” "Daddy, I want!" He slapped me again and asked, "Who wants?” My ass felt hurt, the lower part of my body tightened up for a second. "Me! Aliya!” "Good girl.”He didn't even take off my underwear and entered me directly. "Wow...ouch!" I held back and shouted. But he didn't pity me. Deeper and deeper. His impact was fast and fierce, and he even slapped my ass hard. All night, I don't remember how many times we did it and how many times we changed our postures, because in the end I was directly f/ ucked and fainted by him. The intense knocking woke me up. I had a bad hangover and my head hurt. The marks on my body and the torn clothes on the floor reminded me of last night's craziness. I put on a bathrobe and opened the door. Lots of reporters came towards me with cameras and microphones. "Miss Aliya, why didn't your fiancé show up at yesterday's engagement party?" "Someone said you were kept. Is the failed engagement last night related to your boss?" "Miss Aliya..." So many questions came at me. Some microphones even hit my lips. Those microphones were so annoying. Bang! I shut the door and shut out all the noise. The bad memories came back. I stood by the door for a while and couldn't move. But things have to be sorted out. I was going to tidy up and leave. My throat hurt a lot. I turned and walked to the dining area in the suite. But... The man with his bare chest was having a meal in the dining room. His nice chest muscles were so attractive. I was kind of shocked and asked him directly, "Mr. Nicolas, why are you here?" He put down the cutlery and his handsome face turned to me, "These questions shouldn't be asked of me, Miss Aliya? You hijacked me from the corridor last night." Me? Jesus！I really don't wanna remember a thing about what I did last night. Nicolas, a famous artist and a really smart businessman. What's more known is his cold personality and cruel ways. Some scenes from last night came to my mind. At this moment, I really regretted... "Sorry, I drank too much last night!" I pretended to be calm and poured myself a glass of water. I didn't dare to look into his eyes. "Was the sexy lingerie also changed when you were drunk? You're quite skilled, huh?” His tone was very mocking. Those sexy lingerie and the hotel suite weren't for him at all, but I didn't want to explain to him. I went back to the living room, found my bag, put all the cash in it on the dining table. I pretended to be calm and said to him, "I reckon this money is loads more than the top-notch special service of the hotel. I hope it can make up for the crappy time last night!" Nicolas' expression got worse obviously. "Are you joking? Do you view me in such an improper way?" Nicolas sneered at me, "For such a small amount of cash, you reckon you can get me in bed? You sure are full of yourself!" It's really a bad beginning! Seeing him pushing me like this, I got angry! I suddenly thought of a small thing from my school days. I took out my wallet, opened the inner layer, pulled out a one-dollar note with a clown pattern drawn on it, put it on the dining table and said, "You're right. This is Mr. Nicolas' worth!" Nicolas seemed pissed off by me, and his eyes became even colder. He came up to me, narrowed his eyes dangerously and whispered in my ear, "Aliya, are you insulting me?" I took two steps back and told him with the same cold face, "Mr. Nicolas, first of all, you should've had a better time than me last night. But your body's not as good as those male models. And in terms of looks, you're not as nice as those male celebs who want to sleep with me. When it comes to staying power, the football players are way better than you! So, do you still think my payment isn't right?" When I finished saying all these, Nicolas frivolously pinched my chin. "Maybe you're right. Well, I'm not as experienced as Miss Aliya. When it comes to seduction, your skills are just as good as a w***e's! By the way, when Miss Aliya was having a great time, your moans were much more pleasant than theirs! I was made to laugh by him, and laughed louder and louder. I approached him and counterattacked, "Same to you! Nicolas, you are a respected artist outside the bed, but once you take off your clothes, aren't you just a beast likes SM?" The marks on my body are the evidence. I left Nicolas in a bad mood and went downstairs directly. My assistant was already waiting for me in the garage. He was holding an iPad, his expression kept changing. Finally, he wanted to say something to me but stopped. "What's wrong?" I asked him. The assistant handed the iPad to me and said, "You and Nicolas coming out of the same hotel room have been photographed and put online." The news about last night's engagement party hasn't cooled down yet. Now, the news about Nicolas is rising fast again! All the bad things seem to hit my life at the same time! "Mr. Nicolas is a very... tough person! If he really minds and tells the media that you hired a prostitute, you should get ready for it in advance!" I don't think this will happen. "If so, isn't he also revealing that he was hired by me?" The assistant sighs. "Do you still remember you're fighting for the inheritance? And your painting is about to enter the competition. Do you think whose loss will be greater if this is exposed?" My head hurts even more! I have no choice but to look at this assistant who grew up with me. "It's already happened. Instead of worrying, let's think about how to deal with the public relations to minimize the negative impact." I want to be a successful painter and have worked hard for many years! I'm kind of famous in the circle now, but I need a bigger stage. So the quadrennial International Youth Art Competition is my step up. I've prepared for the entry work for three years. I won't let anything ruin it. The assistant is very helpless with me. My body, which has been through a lot last night, is very uncomfortable. I originally wanted to find a place to relax and get a massage. The phone rang at this moment. It's my mother. "Aliya! Where are you? Why no answer? " "Sorry. My phone died. What's up?" My mother sounded really worried. "Your father's in hospital because he's so angry! If you don't want to be kicked out, come to the hospital right now! And Rodin, you'd better sweet-talk him and get him to come with you!" Hearing the name I hate most now, I got even more annoyed. I controlled my temper and said to my mother, "It was him who slept with another woman backstage at the engagement party. Why should I sweet-talk him?! Mom, I'm done with him!" My mother was silent on the phone for a while and still tried to talk me into it, "Rodin's father is the biggest investor in this project, Aliya. Your father won't let you call off the engagement..." "But father has many other kids besides me! He has so many illegitimate children! If this deal has to go through, let him arrange for other daughters to get engaged to Rodin! Otherwise, I'd rather be kicked out!" I'm not interested in my father's private life. Originally, as long as his other kids didn't bother me and didn't affect the inheritance I should get, it was all fine! But when I thought about having to be with that jerk Rodin, I could feel all my cells resisting! When I got to the hospital, my mother pulled me to a corner, "Aliya, listen. If you're not valuable enough, your father won't give you the inheritance! He can change the will anytime!" I angrily grabbed my hair and asked my mother, "Does my value have to be with Rodin?" My mother paused, "If you can win the championship of this art competition and fully support your father's project, maybe you can change his mind." I looked at her in surprise. Doesn't my mother know that the International Youth Art Competition is a very authoritative global event! The painters who won the championship before are all very famous old artists! "Mom, do you know what you're saying? This is an impossible goal." I told her honestly. My mother said, "I asked around for you. There's someone we both know among the judges this time. As long as you get his approval, you might win." Art is pure. My mother's way made me sick. "Aliya, I gave you a good life. But if you lose your father's support, you won't be able to hold art exhibitions as you like. You'll lose your gallery! Even the house you live in, the car, the assistant, and the servants! Can you handle doing your own laundry, cooking, cleaning the yard, and taking out the trash?" I: "..." "Go find Nicolas. He'll help you win the championship!" "Who?!"