Mr. CEO loves me, take it easy

“Hmm... a bit cold...” Soft moans, two delicate, little hands weakly wrap around something, suddenly clenching tighter. Right now, she feels like she's about to drown in the ocean, she must grab onto something to prevent herself from sinking. “Cold? I'll make you hot soon.” A low, male voice, slightly hoarse, but very sexy. Emily White is startled by the words, realizing that something seems off. Who was that voice? She struggles to open her eyes, but everything is pitch-black, and she can only feel the hot breath on her face. She closes her eyes again, thinking she's dreaming. Is this a dream? Due to excessive sorrow, could she have had such an erotic dream? As she contemplates this, her lips are suddenly covered, and a tongue invades her mouth. Emily White is shocked and tries to push back, but the man's grip on her waist tightens. Even if this isn't real, it's too intense, even she knows what comes next. Fear takes over... “Ah--!! It hurts, get out--!” “Damn, are you a virgin?” The strong scent of masculinity. After being kissed for a few seconds, Emily White feels breathless. She pushes against him, but he holds her tighter. “No, you... who are you--?” She struggles to speak, muttering incoherently. In the darkness, the man's mouth curls into a sensual smile as he grabs her legs, lifting them onto his shoulders before positioning himself and thrusting deep inside her. “You got into my bed and ask who I am?” The man's thick, long arousal burns inside Emily White, causing her consciousness to clear momentarily. She screams in pain, tears streaming down... This must be a dream, but why does it feel so real? Her body trembles as he mercilessly thrusts into her, her hands flailing, trying to grasp something but finding nothing. Her insides feel like they're being torn apart, and she involuntarily contracts around him... The man's primal instincts are awakened by her tightness. He grips her legs tighter and continues to thrust deeper, no longer caring if he's hurting her. “How did it go?” A meticulously made-up woman cautiously looked around and lowered her voice to ask the man in front of her, who was dressed in a sleazy manner. “Did you take care of the girl?” The man opposite her rubbed his chin and smiled lewdly, “Of course, Ms. Lee. I took care of everything just as you requested. She should be... heh heh.” “Shut up!” the woman snapped, her face stiffening. “I told you, this has nothing to do with me! If you mention my name again, you won't get a single penny.” “Yes, yes, my mistake. This has nothing to do with you... completely. It was her own fault for drinking too much. I won't reveal a single word.” The man fawned, his eyes lighting up at the sight of money. “So, about the money...” Samantha Lee took out a check and pen from her bag, wrote an amount, tore it off, and handed it to the man. “Take the money and lay low for a while. Come back after some time. There can't be any slip-ups with this matter. If anyone finds out, you know our family's influence in A City. I'll make sure you regret it.” “Understood, understood. Ms. Lee can rest assured, I'm very professional.” “Get out of here!” Samantha Lee said disdainfully, then paused as if she remembered something. “Wait—” “Yes, Ms. Lee?” “Who is the guy who slept with her tonight?” The man grinned coarsely, carefully pocketing the check. “Don't worry, Ms. Lee. Since we're going to ruin her, we wouldn't arrange anyone good for her. Just some nobody.” Samantha Lee's expression changed slightly, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, but she didn't say anything else. “You can go now. Don't come back until I call you. This money should be enough for you to live on abroad for three or five years.” —————— Emily White woke up from a nightmare. She sat up abruptly, struggling against the pain in her lower body. The dirty, blood-stained liquid seeping out from between her legs mercilessly reminded her that what she had experienced wasn't just a nightmare, but reality. How did this happen? Why was she lying here naked? Did she really get... r***d? But there was no one else in the room. If not for the pain in her body, she would have thought she was just dreaming. Everything felt so surreal, as if she were being haunted... How did all this happen? After being devastated by a double blow, then getting drunk and...? It was hard to describe how she felt now. Her chest felt congested, making it hard to breathe. Memories slowly resurfaced in her mind: ………… “Samantha, what's this?” “Emily, I'm sorry, but... I've gotten together with Ethan... I'm pregnant with his child...” “What are you saying?” “I'm sorry, Emily. I wasn't intentionally hiding it from you, but I... I really love Ethan, and he loves me too. Please, bless us...” “You didn't have to hide it from me. You're my best friend; you know that. If you're truly in love, I'll bless you...” ……… Those conversations played clearly in her mind, dull pain piercing her heart. She covered her face with her hands. Her boyfriend and her best friend were together and even had a child, but she was the last to know. She graciously accepted their relationship, then went to a bar and drank herself into a stupor... only to end up having a one-night stand with a man she didn't even know. How dramatic was her life?