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Leila opens her eyes and realizes that this is not her room. And to her horror, she is not alone in bed. Very slowly, without looking at the man, she rolls out of bed. This is not a problem in this case, as she is really small, at most 5'3" and thin. She often forgets to eat when she is in the middle of a project or task. She rolls out of bed and lies there for a moment to listen and see if she woke the guy. She has no idea how she got here. She can complain later. She quickly finds her panties and bra, but her other clothes are torn to shreds. She scans the room and finds a shirt and suit pants. She quickly slips into both. Both are much too big for her. But it doesn't matter... you can turn everything inside out, and that's what she does. She simply ties the belt around her waist and ties a knot in it. Then she grabs her shoulders and just as the door closes, a cell phone rings in the room. She almost screams in fright. She quickly puts on her shoes and sprints toward the stairwell. She rushes down the stairs and out the back door into a lonely little backyard street. She's escaped. “Ugh,” her body feels like she's run a marathon, even though she's been running. Never mind, let's go. She quickly runs down the small street and hails a taxi. She gives the driver the address of a nearby subway station, pays the taxi, and takes the subway home. When she gets home, she grabs her laptop and watches the security footage from the club and realizes that someone put something in her drink. Of course, she saves the video and stores it on her laptop. She sees herself being carried out of the club and then shoved into a taxi. She thinks for a moment, then starts her special firewall, uses various satellites, and tracks down the hotel. She quickly uploads the video to a special cloud server and disconnects from the hotel. Then she logs in and watches the rest. “Wow,” she whispers. That's a hot video. Only, it was her first time and now it's gone. She has to get tested. Maybe she's caught some damn disease. She backs everything up and deletes every trace from her laptop. Then she closes the laptop and stands up. She runs a bath and starts scrubbing herself from top to bottom. There are bite marks and hickies all over her body, and two handprints are visible on her hips. She quickly washes her long black hair, then gets out of the tub, puts on jeans and a T-shirt, braids her hair, grabs her bag, and heads to the hospital to get tested.
Three hours later, she is back on her street and unlocks her front door when someone clears their throat behind her. She turns around in fright and sees the man she spent the night with standing in front of her. She stares at him: “What are you doing here?” “Hey, I think we should get married.” Leila starts laughing, then waves him away: “We're not in the Middle Ages, it was one night.” She unlocks the front door and is about to close it behind her when the man pushes it open again. He is so tall that she has to tilt her head back. She protests: “What is this?” The man looks around and then at her: “We should get married. You may well be pregnant.” Leila laughs: “Even if I am, I can take care of it myself.” The man laughs: “Oh no, if that's the case, we'll stay married. After all the trouble you went to to lure me into a trap, you'll live with the consequences.” His face is hard and unapproachable, his eyes stare at her like ice. Leila shakes her head: “I didn't lure her into a trap, I don't even know her. And anyway, I had nothing to do with the whole thing. They gave me something.” Nicholas laughs angrily, “You expect me to believe that?” Leila nods. “I certainly didn't plan on losing my virginity this way.” Now she glares at the man angrily. The man pays no attention to what she says, grabs her wrist and pulls her behind him. Leila tries to free her wrist, but is simply dragged behind him. She is pushed into a limousine and another man inside hands her a document. Leila raises her eyebrows: “What is this?” The man introduces himself as a lawyer and Nicholas's right-hand man: “Good afternoon, Ms. Smith, my name is Peter Crowl, I am a lawyer and Nicholas's right-hand man. This is the marriage agreement.” Leila pulls a face. “I'm not getting married. No one can force me to.” Peter looks at the young woman in front of him. She doesn't know that the marriage has already been certified by a judge who is a friend of his. All that's missing is the signature, and then the gold digger will have the money she wants and can be neatly disposed of afterwards. It's all very efficient. Leila reads the agreement. It states that she will be awarded a sum of money and a house. If, after three months, she is not pregnant, she can move out of the house and continue with her life as before. Leila looks at the lawyer, who clearly doesn't like her.
She doesn't need the money or the house. But now she's curious to see how far these people will go. She crosses out the sum of money and the house, then changes the time period to one month. Smiling, she hands him back the documents and explains, “Please change what I've changed here, and oh, wait,” she pulls the note back and writes: Separate bedrooms and no s*x! Then she hands the document back and smiles sweetly: “We don't want to extend the period, do we?”
