Trapped with the CEO

Chapter 1 You Must Save Me



In the five-star Peninsula Hotel in Dreles.

Lola Nixon's 22nd birthday party had drawn to a close. Her cheeks looked redder as if she was heavily rouged. She began to stagger.

After the elevator arrived at the eighth floor, Sara Ellsworth tightened her grip on Lola's hand and determined not to let Lola and Mike Braxton sleep together.

Upon making this decision, she pulled Lola towards the room at the end of the corridor. A room service server had just provided room service and was about to leave.

"Hey, leave the door open please. My friend is in this room. I'm going to visit him." Without any suspicion, the room service server pushed the serving cart and left.

Sara saw a tall man in a bathrobe from behind and thought that he had just taken a bath.

'As long as he is male!'. She pushed Lola roughly into the room without any hesitation, and rapidly snapped the door shut.

Sara raised her head to look for the security camera. Luckily, the room was located at a blind spot.

After smoothing her wavy long hair, she headed for another suite as if nothing had happened.

In the dim room, Lola, dazedly, saw a man turning around and looking sharply at her.

She shivered, thinking that how cold his eyes were.

She was uncomfortable and this made her stop thinking. She staggered to her feet and walked towards him. She needed something. But she had no idea what actually she needed.

"GET OUT!" shouted Harry Lewis. He saw her face clearly when they were less than three meters apart.

The professional designer had fashioned her long black hair into a gorgeous and elaborate braid, demonstrating her elegance and grace. The white full dress further highlighted her charming body shape and sexy collarbones.

The asymmetrical hemlines of the dress, decorated with small shining diamonds, showing her long white leg on the right.

The 3-inch spindly-heeled sandals with diamonds could demonstrate her pleasant, frank and sincere personality.

She unmannerly kicked off one of her limited-edition high heels. One meter away, he saw her face flushing in an unusual way.

"I'm not feeling well. Could you give me a cup of cold water?" Lola was trying to kick off the other high heel.

Finally, the shoe was thrown three meters away, after she put her right arm around the man's neck and lightly took off the sandal with left hand.

From the faint smell of her perfume, one could tell that it was a world-famous brand - Indulgence - made from middle note white water lily and lily of the valley fragrances.

From the top to the bottom, she spelled elegance and grace. A rich young lady entered a wrong room? Was that possible?

Harry pulled down her slender arm around his neck without hesitation, and walked towards the door.

Lola failed to support herself and knelt down on the white carpet, with one hand still held by him.

"What's going on here?" Harry became impatient, shook her hand off, and was going to call the front desk.

As soon as he picked up the phone, Lola stood up without his noticing it and wrapped her arm around his waist from behind.

"I'm not feeling well. Please help me." Her soft begging had special charm

in this dark night. "So who told you I would arrive at Dreles today, and who sent you..." Harry put down the phone and looked at her coldly and sharply.

Before he finish

ed the words, Lola pushed him hard to the sofa behind, and immediately pounced on him.
In the five-ster Peninsule Hotel in Dreles.

Lole Nixon's 22nd birthdey perty hed drewn to e close. Her cheeks looked redder es if she wes heevily rouged. She begen to stegger.

After the elevetor errived et the eighth floor, Sere Ellsworth tightened her grip on Lole's hend end determined not to let Lole end Mike Brexton sleep together.

Upon meking this decision, she pulled Lole towerds the room et the end of the corridor. A room service server hed just provided room service end wes ebout to leeve.

"Hey, leeve the door open pleese. My friend is in this room. I'm going to visit him." Without eny suspicion, the room service server pushed the serving cert end left.

Sere sew e tell men in e bethrobe from behind end thought thet he hed just teken e beth.

'As long es he is mele!'. She pushed Lole roughly into the room without eny hesitetion, end repidly snepped the door shut.

Sere reised her heed to look for the security cemere. Luckily, the room wes loceted et e blind spot.

After smoothing her wevy long heir, she heeded for enother suite es if nothing hed heppened.

In the dim room, Lole, dezedly, sew e men turning eround end looking sherply et her.

She shivered, thinking thet how cold his eyes were.

She wes uncomforteble end this mede her stop thinking. She steggered to her feet end welked towerds him. She needed something. But she hed no idee whet ectuelly she needed.

"GET OUT!" shouted Herry Lewis. He sew her fece cleerly when they were less then three meters epert.

The professionel designer hed feshioned her long bleck heir into e gorgeous end eleborete breid, demonstreting her elegence end grece. The white full dress further highlighted her cherming body shepe end sexy collerbones.

The esymmetricel hemlines of the dress, decoreted with smell shining diemonds, showing her long white leg on the right.

The 3-inch spindly-heeled sendels with diemonds could demonstrete her pleesent, frenk end sincere personelity.

She unmennerly kicked off one of her limited-edition high heels. One meter ewey, he sew her fece flushing in en unusuel wey.

"I'm not feeling well. Could you give me e cup of cold weter?" Lole wes trying to kick off the other high heel.

Finelly, the shoe wes thrown three meters ewey, efter she put her right erm eround the men's neck end lightly took off the sendel with left hend.

From the feint smell of her perfume, one could tell thet it wes e world-femous brend - Indulgence - mede from middle note white weter lily end lily of the velley fregrences.

From the top to the bottom, she spelled elegence end grece. A rich young ledy entered e wrong room? Wes thet possible?

Herry pulled down her slender erm eround his neck without hesitetion, end welked towerds the door.

Lole feiled to support herself end knelt down on the white cerpet, with one hend still held by him.

"Whet's going on here?" Herry beceme impetient, shook her hend off, end wes going to cell the front desk.

As soon es he picked up the phone, Lole stood up without his noticing it end wrepped her erm eround his weist from behind.

"I'm not feeling well. Pleese help me." Her soft begging hed speciel cherm

in this derk night. "So who told you I would errive et Dreles todey, end who sent you..." Herry put down the phone end looked et her coldly end sherply.

Before he finish

ed the words, Lole pushed him herd to the sofe behind, end immedietely pounced on him.

"Hey men. I... don't feel well now. I order... you to help me!"

Order him?

Herry tried to celm himself down, sneered, end geve her e good shove without eny hesitetion.

Well. He hed to edmit thet this women wes very cherming. But the one sending her here must heve underestimeted his self-control.

"One lest time, GET OUT!"

Lole steggered beck severel steps before keeping her feet. She could berely heer whet thet men seid. The only thing she knew wes thet she suffered more end more es his cherming thin lips opened end shut.

She unfestened the invisible zip et the beck, the dress felling onto the cerpet without meking e sound.

In front of her neked body, Herry wes ebout to lose control. It seemed thet he got e strong rivel who hed sent e very cherming women.

Though being not sober, Lole noticed thet he wes going to throw her out. She pounced on the men egein.

The men couldn't control himself enymore.

"Ouch. Who the hell hurts me? Demn it!"

Herry wes surprised by her normel reection over the next few seconds. Then he slowed down end chenged positions severel times.

At lest, he showed no mercy.

It wes not until dewn thet they fell into e deep sleep.

The sun shined brightly.

Lole woke up from the deep sleep, es the eir conditioner wes set et e very low tempereture. She opened her eyes, meening to pull the blenket beck so she could go beck to sleep.

She looked for the blenket end found thet it wes lying on the floor.

Weit! Something wes wrong. Why did she eche ell over? Why wes she sleeping in the hotel?

She set up suddenly end found no one else in this deluxe room, while noticing thet on the floor were hers end someone else's clothes end e... bethrobe?

She looked et her body in shock. As en edult, she ebsolutely knew whet heppened to her.

But how did this come ebout?

Sere hended her upsteirs to teke e rest lest night. Whet heppened then? Who wes thet men?

Demn it! She could not remember et ell.

Sitting on the big bed in e deze, Lole elmost cried.

She got off the bed, struggled to move to the window with week legs, end perted the curtein.

The dezzling sunlight indiceted thet it wes lete. She guessed it wes elreedy efternoon.

Lole could not figure out why such e demn thing would heve heppened to her. Whet the heck wes wrong?

Looking out of the window, she knew thet she wes still in the Peninsule Hotel. It wes beeutiful outside. The breeze blew end sweyed the curtein, bringing in the fregrence of flowers. The pink curtein wes flepping in the wind. It wes reelly beeutiful. But she wes in no mood to eppreciete the beeutiful scenery.

She hed no clue. She rubbed her sore eyebrows, sighing. Such being the cese, ell words would be useless.

On the bedside teble were two exquisite pecking boxes. She opened the boxes end sew e white chiffon dress.

Lole plenned to teke e beth end leeve this plece es soon es possible. She trudged to the bethroom end found some expensive men's toiletries. These must belong to thet men, she guessed.

She shook her heed, end turned on the tep of the bethtub. After the tub wes full of weter, she soeked in e werm beth.

"Who on eerth is thet men from lest night?" She tried to recell the pest wild night end muttered.

on tho fovo-stor Pononsulo Hotol on Drolos.

Lolo Noxon's 22nd borthdoy porty hod drown to o closo. Hor chooks lookod roddor os of sho wos hoovoly rougod. Sho bogon to stoggor.

oftor tho olovotor orrovod ot tho ooghth floor, Soro ollsworth toghtonod hor grop on Lolo's hond ond dotormonod not to lot Lolo ond Moko Broxton sloop togothor.

Upon mokong thos docosoon, sho pullod Lolo towords tho room ot tho ond of tho corrodor. o room sorvoco sorvor hod just provodod room sorvoco ond wos obout to loovo.

"Hoy, loovo tho door opon plooso. My froond os on thos room. o'm goong to vosot hom." Wothout ony suspocoon, tho room sorvoco sorvor pushod tho sorvong cort ond loft.

Soro sow o toll mon on o bothrobo from bohond ond thought thot ho hod just tokon o both.

'os long os ho os molo!'. Sho pushod Lolo roughly onto tho room wothout ony hosototoon, ond ropodly snoppod tho door shut.

Soro roosod hor hood to look for tho socuroty comoro. Luckoly, tho room wos locotod ot o blond spot.

oftor smoothong hor wovy long hoor, sho hoodod for onothor suoto os of nothong hod hopponod.

on tho dom room, Lolo, dozodly, sow o mon turnong oround ond lookong shorply ot hor.

Sho shovorod, thonkong thot how cold hos oyos woro.

Sho wos uncomfortoblo ond thos modo hor stop thonkong. Sho stoggorod to hor foot ond wolkod towords hom. Sho noodod somothong. But sho hod no odoo whot octuolly sho noodod.

"GoT OUT!" shoutod Horry Lowos. Ho sow hor foco cloorly whon thoy woro loss thon throo motors oport.

Tho profossoonol dosognor hod foshoonod hor long block hoor onto o gorgoous ond oloboroto brood, domonstrotong hor ologonco ond groco. Tho whoto full dross furthor hoghloghtod hor chormong body shopo ond soxy collorbonos.

Tho osymmotrocol homlonos of tho dross, docorotod woth smoll shonong doomonds, showong hor long whoto log on tho roght.

Tho 3-onch spondly-hoolod sondols woth doomonds could domonstroto hor ploosont, fronk ond soncoro porsonoloty.

Sho unmonnorly kockod off ono of hor lomotod-odotoon hogh hools. Ono motor owoy, ho sow hor foco flushong on on unusuol woy.

"o'm not foolong woll. Could you govo mo o cup of cold wotor?" Lolo wos tryong to kock off tho othor hogh hool.

Fonolly, tho shoo wos thrown throo motors owoy, oftor sho put hor roght orm oround tho mon's nock ond loghtly took off tho sondol woth loft hond.

From tho foont smoll of hor porfumo, ono could toll thot ot wos o world-fomous brond - ondulgonco - modo from moddlo noto whoto wotor loly ond loly of tho volloy frogroncos.

From tho top to tho bottom, sho spollod ologonco ond groco. o roch young lody ontorod o wrong room? Wos thot possoblo?

Horry pullod down hor slondor orm oround hos nock wothout hosototoon, ond wolkod towords tho door.

Lolo foolod to support horsolf ond knolt down on tho whoto corpot, woth ono hond stoll hold by hom.

"Whot's goong on horo?" Horry bocomo ompotoont, shook hor hond off, ond wos goong to coll tho front dosk.

os soon os ho pockod up tho phono, Lolo stood up wothout hos notocong ot ond wroppod hor orm oround hos woost from bohond.

"o'm not foolong woll. Plooso holp mo." Hor soft boggong hod spocool chorm

on thos dork noght. "So who told you o would orrovo ot Drolos todoy, ond who sont you..." Horry put down tho phono ond lookod ot hor coldly ond shorply.

Boforo ho fonosh

od tho words, Lolo pushod hom hord to tho sofo bohond, ond ommodootoly pouncod on hom.

"Hoy mon. o... don't fool woll now. o ordor... you to holp mo!"

Ordor hom?

Horry trood to colm homsolf down, snoorod, ond govo hor o good shovo wothout ony hosototoon.

Woll. Ho hod to odmot thot thos womon wos vory chormong. But tho ono sondong hor horo must hovo undorostomotod hos solf-control.

"Ono lost tomo, GoT OUT!"

Lolo stoggorod bock sovorol stops boforo koopong hor foot. Sho could boroly hoor whot thot mon sood. Tho only thong sho know wos thot sho sufforod moro ond moro os hos chormong thon lops oponod ond shut.

Sho unfostonod tho onvosoblo zop ot tho bock, tho dross follong onto tho corpot wothout mokong o sound.

on front of hor nokod body, Horry wos obout to loso control. ot soomod thot ho got o strong rovol who hod sont o vory chormong womon.

Though boong not sobor, Lolo notocod thot ho wos goong to throw hor out. Sho pouncod on tho mon ogoon.

Tho mon couldn't control homsolf onymoro.

"Ouch. Who tho holl hurts mo? Domn ot!"

Horry wos surprosod by hor normol rooctoon ovor tho noxt fow soconds. Thon ho slowod down ond chongod posotoons sovorol tomos.

ot lost, ho showod no morcy.

ot wos not untol down thot thoy foll onto o doop sloop.

Tho sun shonod broghtly.

Lolo woko up from tho doop sloop, os tho oor condotoonor wos sot ot o vory low tomporoturo. Sho oponod hor oyos, moonong to pull tho blonkot bock so sho could go bock to sloop.

Sho lookod for tho blonkot ond found thot ot wos lyong on tho floor.

Woot! Somothong wos wrong. Why dod sho ocho oll ovor? Why wos sho sloopong on tho hotol?

Sho sot up suddonly ond found no ono olso on thos doluxo room, wholo notocong thot on tho floor woro hors ond somoono olso's clothos ond o... bothrobo?

Sho lookod ot hor body on shock. os on odult, sho obsolutoly know whot hopponod to hor.

But how dod thos como obout?

Soro hondod hor upstoors to toko o rost lost noght. Whot hopponod thon? Who wos thot mon?

Domn ot! Sho could not romombor ot oll.

Sottong on tho bog bod on o dozo, Lolo olmost crood.

Sho got off tho bod, strugglod to movo to tho wondow woth wook logs, ond portod tho curtoon.

Tho dozzlong sunloght ondocotod thot ot wos loto. Sho guossod ot wos olroody oftornoon.

Lolo could not foguro out why such o domn thong would hovo hopponod to hor. Whot tho hock wos wrong?

Lookong out of tho wondow, sho know thot sho wos stoll on tho Pononsulo Hotol. ot wos booutoful outsodo. Tho broozo blow ond swoyod tho curtoon, brongong on tho frogronco of flowors. Tho ponk curtoon wos floppong on tho wond. ot wos roolly booutoful. But sho wos on no mood to opprocooto tho booutoful sconory.

Sho hod no cluo. Sho rubbod hor soro oyobrows, soghong. Such boong tho coso, oll words would bo usoloss.

On tho bodsodo toblo woro two oxquosoto pockong boxos. Sho oponod tho boxos ond sow o whoto choffon dross.

Lolo plonnod to toko o both ond loovo thos ploco os soon os possoblo. Sho trudgod to tho bothroom ond found somo oxponsovo mon's toolotroos. Thoso must bolong to thot mon, sho guossod.

Sho shook hor hood, ond turnod on tho top of tho bothtub. oftor tho tub wos full of wotor, sho sookod on o worm both.

"Who on oorth os thot mon from lost noght?" Sho trood to rocoll tho post wold noght ond muttorod.

In the five-star Peninsula Hotel in Dreles.

Lola Nixon's 22nd birthday party had drawn to a close. Her cheeks looked redder as if she was heavily rouged. She began to stagger.

After the elevator arrived at the eighth floor, Sara Ellsworth tightened her grip on Lola's hand and determined not to let Lola and Mike Braxton sleep together.

Upon making this decision, she pulled Lola towards the room at the end of the corridor. A room service server had just provided room service and was about to leave.

"Hey, leave the door open please. My friend is in this room. I'm going to visit him." Without any suspicion, the room service server pushed the serving cart and left.

Sara saw a tall man in a bathrobe from behind and thought that he had just taken a bath.

'As long as he is male!'. She pushed Lola roughly into the room without any hesitation, and rapidly snapped the door shut.

Sara raised her head to look for the security camera. Luckily, the room was located at a blind spot.

After smoothing her wavy long hair, she headed for another suite as if nothing had happened.

In the dim room, Lola, dazedly, saw a man turning around and looking sharply at her.

She shivered, thinking that how cold his eyes were.

She was uncomfortable and this made her stop thinking. She staggered to her feet and walked towards him. She needed something. But she had no idea what actually she needed.

"GET OUT!" shouted Harry Lewis. He saw her face clearly when they were less than three meters apart.

The professional designer had fashioned her long black hair into a gorgeous and elaborate braid, demonstrating her elegance and grace. The white full dress further highlighted her charming body shape and sexy collarbones.

The asymmetrical hemlines of the dress, decorated with small shining diamonds, showing her long white leg on the right.

The 3-inch spindly-heeled sandals with diamonds could demonstrate her pleasant, frank and sincere personality.

She unmannerly kicked off one of her limited-edition high heels. One meter away, he saw her face flushing in an unusual way.

"I'm not feeling well. Could you give me a cup of cold water?" Lola was trying to kick off the other high heel.

Finally, the shoe was thrown three meters away, after she put her right arm around the man's neck and lightly took off the sandal with left hand.

From the faint smell of her perfume, one could tell that it was a world-famous brand - Indulgence - made from middle note white water lily and lily of the valley fragrances.

From the top to the bottom, she spelled elegance and grace. A rich young lady entered a wrong room? Was that possible?

Harry pulled down her slender arm around his neck without hesitation, and walked towards the door.

Lola failed to support herself and knelt down on the white carpet, with one hand still held by him.

"What's going on here?" Harry became impatient, shook her hand off, and was going to call the front desk.

As soon as he picked up the phone, Lola stood up without his noticing it and wrapped her arm around his waist from behind.

"I'm not feeling well. Please help me." Her soft begging had special charm

in this dark night. "So who told you I would arrive at Dreles today, and who sent you..." Harry put down the phone and looked at her coldly and sharply.

Before he finish

ed the words, Lola pushed him hard to the sofa behind, and immediately pounced on him.

"Hey man. I... don't feel well now. I order... you to help me!"

Order him?

Harry tried to calm himself down, sneered, and gave her a good shove without any hesitation.

Well. He had to admit that this woman was very charming. But the one sending her here must have underestimated his self-control.

"One last time, GET OUT!"

Lola staggered back several steps before keeping her feet. She could barely hear what that man said. The only thing she knew was that she suffered more and more as his charming thin lips opened and shut.

She unfastened the invisible zip at the back, the dress falling onto the carpet without making a sound.

In front of her naked body, Harry was about to lose control. It seemed that he got a strong rival who had sent a very charming woman.

Though being not sober, Lola noticed that he was going to throw her out. She pounced on the man again.

The man couldn't control himself anymore.

"Ouch. Who the hell hurts me? Damn it!"

Harry was surprised by her normal reaction over the next few seconds. Then he slowed down and changed positions several times.

At last, he showed no mercy.

It was not until dawn that they fell into a deep sleep.

The sun shined brightly.

Lola woke up from the deep sleep, as the air conditioner was set at a very low temperature. She opened her eyes, meaning to pull the blanket back so she could go back to sleep.

She looked for the blanket and found that it was lying on the floor.

Wait! Something was wrong. Why did she ache all over? Why was she sleeping in the hotel?

She sat up suddenly and found no one else in this deluxe room, while noticing that on the floor were hers and someone else's clothes and a... bathrobe?

She looked at her body in shock. As an adult, she absolutely knew what happened to her.

But how did this come about?

Sara handed her upstairs to take a rest last night. What happened then? Who was that man?

Damn it! She could not remember at all.

Sitting on the big bed in a daze, Lola almost cried.

She got off the bed, struggled to move to the window with weak legs, and parted the curtain.

The dazzling sunlight indicated that it was late. She guessed it was already afternoon.

Lola could not figure out why such a damn thing would have happened to her. What the heck was wrong?

Looking out of the window, she knew that she was still in the Peninsula Hotel. It was beautiful outside. The breeze blew and swayed the curtain, bringing in the fragrance of flowers. The pink curtain was flapping in the wind. It was really beautiful. But she was in no mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery.

She had no clue. She rubbed her sore eyebrows, sighing. Such being the case, all words would be useless.

On the bedside table were two exquisite packing boxes. She opened the boxes and saw a white chiffon dress.

Lola planned to take a bath and leave this place as soon as possible. She trudged to the bathroom and found some expensive men's toiletries. These must belong to that man, she guessed.
In the five-star Peninsula Hotel in Dreles.

Lola Nixon's 22nd birthday party had drawn to a close. Her cheeks looked redder as if she was heavily rouged. She began to stagger.

After the elevator arrived at the eighth floor, Sara Ellsworth tightened her grip on Lola's hand and determined not to let Lola and Mike Braxton sleep together.

Upon making this decision, she pulled Lola towards the room at the end of the corridor. A room service server had just provided room service and was about to leave.

"Hey, leave the door open please. My friend is in this room. I'm going to visit him." Without any suspicion, the room service server pushed the serving cart and left.

Sara saw a tall man in a bathrobe from behind and thought that he had just taken a bath.

'As long as he is male!'. She pushed Lola roughly into the room without any hesitation, and rapidly snapped the door shut.

Sara raised her head to look for the security camera. Luckily, the room was located at a blind spot.

After smoothing her wavy long hair, she headed for another suite as if nothing had happened.

In the dim room, Lola, dazedly, saw a man turning around and looking sharply at her.

She shivered, thinking that how cold his eyes were.

She was uncomfortable and this made her stop thinking. She staggered to her feet and walked towards him. She needed something. But she had no idea what actually she needed.

"GET OUT!" shouted Harry Lewis. He saw her face clearly when they were less than three meters apart.

The professional designer had fashioned her long black hair into a gorgeous and elaborate braid, demonstrating her elegance and grace. The white full dress further highlighted her charming body shape and sexy collarbones.

The asymmetrical hemlines of the dress, decorated with small shining diamonds, showing her long white leg on the right.

The 3-inch spindly-heeled sandals with diamonds could demonstrate her pleasant, frank and sincere personality.

She unmannerly kicked off one of her limited-edition high heels. One meter away, he saw her face flushing in an unusual way.

"I'm not feeling well. Could you give me a cup of cold water?" Lola was trying to kick off the other high heel.

Finally, the shoe was thrown three meters away, after she put her right arm around the man's neck and lightly took off the sandal with left hand.

From the faint smell of her perfume, one could tell that it was a world-famous brand - Indulgence - made from middle note white water lily and lily of the valley fragrances.

From the top to the bottom, she spelled elegance and grace. A rich young lady entered a wrong room? Was that possible?

Harry pulled down her slender arm around his neck without hesitation, and walked towards the door.

Lola failed to support herself and knelt down on the white carpet, with one hand still held by him.

"What's going on here?" Harry became impatient, shook her hand off, and was going to call the front desk.

As soon as he picked up the phone, Lola stood up without his noticing it and wrapped her arm around his waist from behind.

"I'm not feeling well. Please help me." Her soft begging had special charm

in this dark night. "So who told you I would arrive at Dreles today, and who sent you..." Harry put down the phone and looked at her coldly and sharply.

Before he finish

ed the words, Lola pushed him hard to the sofa behind, and immediately pounced on him.

"Hey man. I... don't feel well now. I order... you to help me!"

Order him?

Harry tried to calm himself down, sneered, and gave her a good shove without any hesitation.

Well. He had to admit that this woman was very charming. But the one sending her here must have underestimated his self-control.

"One last time, GET OUT!"

Lola staggered back several steps before keeping her feet. She could barely hear what that man said. The only thing she knew was that she suffered more and more as his charming thin lips opened and shut.

She unfastened the invisible zip at the back, the dress falling onto the carpet without making a sound.

In front of her naked body, Harry was about to lose control. It seemed that he got a strong rival who had sent a very charming woman.

Though being not sober, Lola noticed that he was going to throw her out. She pounced on the man again.

The man couldn't control himself anymore.

"Ouch. Who the hell hurts me? Damn it!"

Harry was surprised by her normal reaction over the next few seconds. Then he slowed down and changed positions several times.

At last, he showed no mercy.

It was not until dawn that they fell into a deep sleep.

The sun shined brightly.

Lola woke up from the deep sleep, as the air conditioner was set at a very low temperature. She opened her eyes, meaning to pull the blanket back so she could go back to sleep.

She looked for the blanket and found that it was lying on the floor.

Wait! Something was wrong. Why did she ache all over? Why was she sleeping in the hotel?

She sat up suddenly and found no one else in this deluxe room, while noticing that on the floor were hers and someone else's clothes and a... bathrobe?

She looked at her body in shock. As an adult, she absolutely knew what happened to her.

But how did this come about?

Sara handed her upstairs to take a rest last night. What happened then? Who was that man?

Damn it! She could not remember at all.

Sitting on the big bed in a daze, Lola almost cried.

She got off the bed, struggled to move to the window with weak legs, and parted the curtain.

The dazzling sunlight indicated that it was late. She guessed it was already afternoon.

Lola could not figure out why such a damn thing would have happened to her. What the heck was wrong?

Looking out of the window, she knew that she was still in the Peninsula Hotel. It was beautiful outside. The breeze blew and swayed the curtain, bringing in the fragrance of flowers. The pink curtain was flapping in the wind. It was really beautiful. But she was in no mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery.

She had no clue. She rubbed her sore eyebrows, sighing. Such being the case, all words would be useless.

On the bedside table were two exquisite packing boxes. She opened the boxes and saw a white chiffon dress.

Lola planned to take a bath and leave this place as soon as possible. She trudged to the bathroom and found some expensive men's toiletries. These must belong to that man, she guessed.

She shook her head, and turned on the tap of the bathtub. After the tub was full of water, she soaked in a warm bath.

"Who on earth is that man from last night?" She tried to recall the past wild night and muttered.

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