Sold to My Boss

Chapter 2 How Much for a Night?

Such an outfit would surely make any man's heart flutter.

This was an utterly tempting problem!

She had always been a well-behaved girl, never having worn such revealing clothes, and now even Annie couldn't help but blush.

She quickly took out her little jacket and wrapped it tightly around herself, but it still couldn't conceal her exposed skin.

To prevent her colleagues who were still stuck at work from seeing her, Annie almost ran out of the company.

The evening glow had faded, and the gray sky was welcoming the arrival of night. She dared not linger for a moment and quickly hailed a taxi.

Once in the car, Annie finally regained some sense of security.

"To the Green Hotel."

After stating her destination, Annie gazed blankly out the window, but to her surprise, the driver did not start the car for a long time.

Turning her head in confusion, she immediately met the driver's unabashedly lecherous gaze.

Seeing the driver's eyes fixed on her chest, Annie's face flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

"You!"

She quickly covered her chest with her small hands.

"Are you going to drive or not? If not, I'll change to another taxi!"

The driver's thoughts were snapped back to reality by Annie’s angry voice; he swallowed hard and quickly replied, "I’m driving, please don’t be angry."

With that, the driver hit the gas.

All the way, the driver kept stealing glances at Annie, from top to bottom, as if he wanted to undress her with his eyes.

This made Annie feel increasingly ashamed and angry; at that moment, she wished she could just disappear into the ground.

After enduring a long ride, she looked through the car window at the four big characters of the Green Hotel and let out a deep sigh.

She tossed twenty yuan and was about to get out of the car, but the door stayed locked.

After pulling the door on several times, the door remained unresponsive; she knew that the driver must have locked it.

Turning her head to look, she found the driver's gaze had once again settled on her chest, and this time, it slowly slid down.

Annie quickly used her bag to cover her skirt.

"You... you open the door, I want to get out!"

The driver showed no sign of caring, instead reaching out a hand to touch her face.

Annie swatted his hand away, feeling a surge of anger and rising fear.

"What... what do you want? If you don't let me out, I'm going to call the police!"

After saying that, she pulled out her phone and took up the dialing interface.

Seeing that Annie was really going to call the police, the driver didn't dare to make any more moves and instead frowned in disdain.

"What are you calling the police for? How much do you charge for a night? I can cover it!"

He then took out his wallet and revealed several dollars.

"You!"

Such sarcastic words made Annie furious.

"Open the car door, I want to get out!"

Without waiting for the driver to respond, Annie typed the three digits 110 on the dialing screen, her index finger hovering directly over the green call button.

Seeing her insistence, the driver muttered a curse and opened the car door.

Annie quickly got out of the car, and before she had a chance to close the door, she heard the driver shout unhappily from inside: "Pretending to be virtuous while selling yourself, what a shameless b***h!"

As she closed the car door, the taxi sped off down the road.

The night wind blew coolly against Annie’s body, and she couldn't help but shiver, wrinkling her nose as she tried to hold back her bitterness.

But in the blink of an eye, shimmering tears still flowed down the corners of her eyes, plopping down onto the gray asphalt road.

Annie wiped her tears and found a sheltered corner. She took out her phone, opened the chat interface with that person, and quickly typed out a message.

"I've arrived. Where are you?"

The person on the other end seemed to be waiting for her, replying almost instantly to the message.

"Go in, to 6023."

Her dark eyes focused on the words on the screen, Annie a bit down on her pale lower lip, her rosy lips turning pale from the pressure.

She choked up a bit, her eyes slightly reddened, and typed out the words.

"I beg you... please let me go, please? I'm begging you!"

Annie used two pleading phrases in a row, truly hoping that her pitiful and humble self could garner even a shred of sympathy and compassion from that person.

But reality was cruel; the person on the other end only replied coldly with a single sentence.

"Go to 6023, or I’ll release the video!"

With her eyes slightly red, Annie wrapped her coat around herself and entered the Green Hotel as if she were walking to her death.

She didn't even care about the surprised and disdainful looks of the hotel staff, quickly took the elevator, and arrived at the door of 6023.

Standing in front of the door, looking at the brown wooden door, she felt as if she was frozen in place, unable to move even a finger.

The number hanging on the door made Annie's mind flash with a jolt, reminding her of some fragments from the night she was violated.

Her eyes went wide with disbelief.

This... this is the room where she was assaulted!

No wonder she found the number 6023 so familiar; that day she only knew she had been taken to a hotel, but she never expected it would be there, and the most vivid memory was seeing this number after she tore off the blindfold.

The silent corridor was empty, and Annie felt like she was standing in an ice cellar, every living cell in her body seemingly frozen.

The dirty and painful memories drained the color from her face, and her full lips, illuminated by the bright corridor lights, looked completely pale.

At that moment, she really wanted to escape, but thinking of the threatening words from that person on w******p, she took a deep breath, raised her stiff arm, and gently knocked on the door.

Seconds later, the door opened, and Annie lowered her head to look at her shoes, unable to say anything.

Before she could even be seen clearly, the voice inside spoke first: "Why are you so slow? I called for special service over half an hour ago! If you keep dragging this out, I won't pay!"

The familiar voice reached Annie's ears, and she looked up in surprise, only to see a face she never thought she'd see.

A tall, handsome guy, a refined and handsome face, and those familiar brows and eyes.

Standing in front of her was her husband, Baily, who she had been married to for six months.

"You..."

Annie was so shocked she couldn't get a word out, and Baily was just as shocked to see that the special service he called was his own wife.

His shock quickly turned into disgust.

"Annie, you actually came out to sell yourself?!"

Those words made her heart race, and she desperately wanted to explain everything that had happened, but she clearly remembered what Baily said when he opened the door.

Her husband had actually called for a s*x service behind her back, yet never touched her once.

It was honestly laughable.