Chapter 1 - The Woman
The heavy lined curtains left an opening, from which the morning light shone in. Edie Lara opened her eyes slightly and could feel a throbbing pain in her head. Her body was achy and sore, like every muscle in her body had been overworked or pulled.
The first thing she saw was the luxury carpet from the morning light and the yellow-gold walls.
Where was she? Is she dreaming? While rubbing her head, she tried to sit up, but felt an arm clasping her waist. She was shocked to feel a warm body pressing tightly against her.
The memory of last night came flooding back. She vividly remembers that the people were dressed in fancy clothes and everyone was toasting. She could remember the sound of the champagne being poured and the clinking of the glasses.
She drank too much. She remembers someone telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong and she was unable to stop him. The man put her in a hotel room and then he made an excuse and left
She grabbed for the bed in the darkness and to her surprise, there was someone in it! A pair of hot hands wrapped around her waist. She could feel her body being pressed under a man's body. It made her dizzy.
She was so hot and sweaty as his body rested against hers. His face was so close that she could feel his hot breath on her face. It seemed as though she was being watched. She could see a dark shadow lurking from the window, then she heard a low, magnetic voice saying, "do what you were paid to do?"
His kiss was warm and wet and he caressed her lips with his. His big hands ripped off her skirt impatiently as she struggled to get the words "No" from her mouth. She was incoherent, she groaned unconsciously. He entered her slowly and she grabbed him by the shoulder and said, "it hurts!"
The man stopped suddenly and said, "are you a virgin? She was speechless from the pain. He stretched out his hand, gently moved her hair from her cheek and whispered, "You sweet little thing, how you have pleased me."
He instantly moves fast and hard. It's rough, it's urgent, it happens...She feels a burst of warm rush through her body and all her muscles tighten. She blushed as the blood came rushing to her face.
She turned her head carefully and saw the side of a perfect face, with dark features, thick eyelashes and jet-black eyes. Her thoughts suddenly froze. "I have no idea who this man is. How could I have s*x with this man?
Her face was pale. She felt as though she was going to pass out. She must leave before he wakes up. Edie had no time to think. She removed the man's arm from her waist and got out of bed carefully.
The pain in her thighs made her legs feel weak. She latched on to the edge of the bed and she went down on her knees. She got up and got herself dressed in last night's sexy dress. Tided up her hair casually and looked back at the man in the bed with a confused look. She headed for the door as quickly and quietly as she could.
The door of the presidential suite was left open, a small head peeked in and looked around to make sure there was no one else inside the room and a petite figure sauntered up and down the corridors of the hotel.
Just as Edie left the room, the man in the bed opened his eyes. His eyes were sharp like a hawk.
The hidden bodyguard looked at him, wondering whether he should go after her or not as he cast his eyes on the old man.
The old man thought for a moment and went forward and knocked on the opened door of the presidential suite. "Come in," the man said. His voice was as cold as ice. The old man walked into the room and saluted respectfully, "Young Master."
The man opened his deep, dark eyes, ignored him and lazily picked up his clothes and began to put them on. Fortunately, the old man had been with him for more than twenty years, so he knew his young master's character very well. The old man asked, "Do you want me to stop her?"
The man heard the remark and his body suddenly started to tremble. He was shaking with quilt as he looked down and saw the red trace of blood below. His eyes fluttered as he remembered the sweet taste that had made him envision the events of last night.
Right from the moment, he touched her, his body, which had been silent for many years, immediately reacted. While touching her, he was surprised that he didn't get the sickening feeling that he got when he touched other women. "This woman interests me," he thought to himself.
He put on his clothes and sat on the sofa, his long legs stretched gracefully, like a king, with a cold face and dark eyes. He did not say a word, but had an angry look on his face. The old man saw him grow up from an early age, he could not help but be afraid.
"Say...." The old man was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat. "Everything is my fault, please punish me, young master." The man closed his eyes as if he had not heard him and his expression was sluggish as if he had just woken up. The old man knew that it this was a sign of the young master's real anger. If he wanted to ask, it would be safe and if he said nothing to you, it would be over.
Although the old man was still calm on the surface, he was apprehensive in saying, "I should not have drugged you, nor should I have concealed that the purpose of you returning to China was to confirm your relationship with the Greg Family. Master, punish me please." The old man said.
In fact, the old man was relieved that the young master had feelings for this women. The old man, Mr. Yates's finally solved the family's worries for so many years. The young master avoided any contact with women. This was a secret the family could not tell.
When he was young, he was considered immature. Now the young master was 26 years old and he did not even have a girlfriend. The only people around him were all men. The family had begun to secretly doubt the young master's s****l orientation. The board of directors were prepared to act, so many people wanted to seize the evidence and remove the master from office.
Mr. Yates wanted him to marry within the Greg family, but was worried that the young master was a homosexual. He knew that the method of drugging his master was terrible, but the end result was a good one.
"Who's that woman?" asked the man. The old man said with a little embarrassment, "Master, that woman is not the woman I arranged for you." Master opened his eyes and his eyes looked deep at the old man. "Last night, when the woman came here, the bodyguard thought it was the woman I had arranged for you, so he brought her into your room. Then there came another woman and it was too late to realize that there was a mistake."
We could hardly change her back, now could we?" The old man did not speak directly, but the meaning was clear. Anyway, the important thing was the result, as long as it proved that the young master had a s****l desire to women. The type of woman seems to be of vital importance.
She can serve the master with her s****l indulgence and she can get paid a little more for doing so. The man's eyes sank. If it hadn't been for that women, he would have slept with another woman who was arranged by the old man? No woman has ever touched him and the thought of it made him sick.
Why didn't he hate it when he touched her or when she touched him? Just thinking about her erotic touch made him feel sexually aroused. "Go and find all the information about that woman," he said. "Yes, Master." The old man answered and respectfully retreated. The man's eyes which had always been cold and ruthless, were now somehow different.