THE BILLIONAIRE'S UGLY EX-WIFE

Chapter 2: One-Night Stand

The two brawny men stepped forward, grabbed Rora with both hands, and lifted her weak body to her wobbling feet before leading her out of the private room.

Rara was supposed to follow them, but her phone started ringing. She stepped back to answer the call, leaving the two brawny men to carry Rora into the elevator.

When the elevator reopened, they stepped out onto the top floor. The quiet, imposing doorways suggested that the rooms here were all occupied by the bosses of Aberdeen.

One of the men looked at his partner and asked, "Which room did she say to take her to?"

Out of the corner of his eye, the partner spotted a room number on a doorpost and blurted out, "Room 312."

Without questioning further, they nodded and carried Rora toward Room 312. Pushing the door open, it creaked, making them more confident they were in the right place.

Typical of brawny men with more muscle than brain, they immediately exited the room after placing Rora on the bed and switching off the light.

As they entered the elevator, a group of men emerged from a conference room down the hall.

Leading them was a man with a forehead beaded with sweats, his tie swinging loosely on his chest. He handed his suit jacket to his assistant as he walked.

"Sir Vandy, I've sent people to capture those who drugged you. Should I arrange an escort to your room?" Assistant Shan asked, a step behind the handsome man he called Sir Vandy.

"Are you tired of your job?" Sir Vandy retorted coldly, unbuttoning his white shirt. His face was pale as he fought the effects of the drug.

"No, Sir Vandy. I'll call the doctor immediately," Assistant Shan said apologetically, then stopped following Vandy.

He watched Vandy push open the door to Room 312 and walk in before shutting it. Assistant Shan instructed two bodyguards to stand guard at the door and turned to leave.

Inside the room, Vandy shut the door and turned to head to the bathroom for a cold shower. But he was suddenly embraced from behind.

"Make love to me," a voice whispered in his ear, the breath tingling. He couldn't see the arms wrapped around him but felt their thickness.

"Don't regret it," he said coldly, but Rora, who was embracing him, ignored his warning and let her hands roam freely.

A deep groan escaped Vandy's mouth. He turned around and scooped her off the floor.

"You're so heavy," he mumbled in frustration. If the light were on, his eyebrows would have been seen tightly knitted.

He carried Rora to the bed and threw her onto it. The bed quaked as she bounced twice, its quality preventing it from collapsing.

The drug had taken hold of Vandy's senses. He quickly removed his shirt and trousers and climbed onto the bed, shredding Rora's princess dress without warning.

"Make love to me," Rora moaned, raising her arms to pull Vandy's body downward. She felt unbearably hot.

Their lips locked, and soon they were both stark naked, pulling at each other. Vandy positioned himself between her legs and slowly thrust in.

"Argh!" Rora moaned, grimacing in pain.

Vandy paid no attention to her discomfort and drove in, moving in and out of her.

Loud groans and moans filled the room, especially from Rora, who was so loud that the bodyguards outside could hear her.

Though they kept straight faces, their expressions were extremely awkward. Just then, Assistant Shan returned with a doctor carrying a first aid kit. Hurrying along, they seemed anxious.

Before they could barge into the room, one of the bodyguards at the door said with twitching lips, "You can't go in."

Confused, Assistant Shan was about to rebuke him when he heard the moaning from inside. He froze, then smiled.

He gave a thumbs-up toward the door, impressed that his boss had outsmarted those who had plotted against him. Vandy had already enacted a contingency plan.

Turning to the doctor, Assistant Shan said with an expressionless face, "He's taking the perfect medicine. There's no need for you to bother."

Glancing at the bodyguards, who looked pitiable as they were tormented by the sounds from the room, Assistant Shan noted the tents in their trousers and could guess what was on their minds.

"Come with me. There's no need to stand around," Assistant Shan commanded, turning away with the bodyguards and the doctor in tow.

Once they left, the elevator doors parted, and Rara stepped out with two brawny men flanking her. She frowned as she had just received a call from investor Sam, who reported that his hotel room was empty.

"Which room did you take her to?" Rara demanded, turning to one of the brawny men.

Scratching his head and sporting a silly expression, one of the brawny men replied, "I think it was that room," pointing toward room 312.

Rara's face darkened. "Are you both senile? Does that look like room 316?" she snapped.

The two men hung their heads in shame. Rara's face flushed with anger, but she took a deep breath and ordered coldly, "Get her out of that room. Be careful—the drug has already taken effect."

The two men shuddered at the thought of a drugged fat Rora jumping on them, their backs drenched with sweat. Seeing their hesitation, Rara glared at them and scolded, "What are you waiting for? Do you want me to go in and carry her out myself?"

They sprang into action, moving toward the door. One of the men grasped the handle, but it wouldn't budge. Just then, he heard loud moans coming from inside the room, and a strange expression crossed his face.

Rara frowned, seeing them standing there, seemingly listening to something. Curiosity piqued, she moved closer and heard the moans herself. Her lips curled into a wicked smile, and a malicious glint flashed in her eyes.