"Be gentle... I'm scared of pain..."
Inside the room of a strange hotel, articles of clothing were scattered all over the floor. A man pressed Andrea Archer under him. Andrea wanted to shout. However, she softened her voice as soon as she uttered some remarks.
A blood-red flower bloomed on the snow-white sheet. It looked like Andrea's charming and shy appearance when she was in full bloom.
Andrea was awake the next morning. When she saw everything in the room, she realized that what had happened the previous night was not a dream. Her boyfriend was gone. What's more, she had lost her virginity to a stranger!
Indeed, when one was going through a spate of bad luck, one was bound to encounter misfortune, even if one was doing harmless things.
Andrea was feeling exceedingly regretful. However, she was aware that she had been the one who initiated physical contact the previous night. Therefore, she could only swallow her own regret now.
It was at this moment that a handsome man walked out of the bathroom.
He was nearly 1.9 meters in height, and he was only about 30 years old. He exuded the charm of a mature man. Besides that, he had a good physique. Drops of water could be seen hanging on his abdominal muscles. It was quite seductive.
However, his eyes were too cold. They were filled with a strong sense of intimidation. One mere glance made Andrea tremble with fear.
She pretended to be calm as she sat on the bed, but her hands under the quilt kept trembling.
"Name a price." The man's deep voice reverberated in Andrea's ears.
Andrea wondered why the man asked her to name a price.
Andrea was stunned for a moment. She suddenly realized that she had summoned a rent boy the previous night. Hence, she wondered if the man was asking her to set the price herself and pay him.
She hesitantly took out 300 dollars from her handbag and handed the money to the man.
Sinclair Granger frowned. The girl in front of him blinked her small deer-like eyes. There was a sense of agility about the expressions on her face. She looked like a little elf who had sneaked out of the forest.
She looked innocent.
Sinclair had merely asked Andrea to name a price, yet it turned out that she gave him 300 dollars.
Sinclair wondered if Andrea had indeed regarded him as a rent boy.
Andrea thought that she had given the man too little money when she noticed that he did not want to take it. Even though she did not know the market price for the services of a rent boy, she was certain that it must be expensive, given that the rent boy whom she had summoned had a good physique and was handsome. Therefore, Andrea reckoned that 300 dollars was indeed too little.
Then, Andrea gritted her teeth and said, "Give me your bank card number. My card still has 1000 dollars. I'll transfer all of it to you."
Sinclair's face clouded even more.
Andrea wondered if Sinclair was still not pleased with 1300 dollars that would be paid to him. This was all she had!
What's more, she had lost her virginity to him. She was clearly the one losing out here.
Andrea bit the bullet and said, "You, um, you're not skilled enough. You hurt me last night. I reluctantly decided to give you the money because you put in a lot of effort." After a pause, she added, "I'm not a rich woman. Don't extort money from me!"
Andrea put down the money and reached out to pick up her clothes. She accidentally tripped, and the quilt wrapped around her body fell to the floor, revealing her milk-like delicate body.
Sinclair gulped.
That fair and tender girl was like a frightened little white rabbit...
Andrea hurriedly grabbed hold of the quilt and shouted, "Do not look!"
"Last night, I had a clear view of the parts that I shouldn't look at," Sinclair said.
"What's with your showing your client some attitude after taking the money?" Andrea said. "Would you believe if I were to tell you that I will complain about you?"
Sinclair then replied fearlessly, "Well, it's up to you."
Jeez, he's such a domineering guy!
Andrea grabbed the clothes on the floor and rushed into the bathroom. Her skirt had been torn. The lower part of her body was in great pain. "Damn it!" she thought. "Aren't rent boys in movies gentle?"
She was frustrated as her rent boy was like a hungry wolf.
She felt wronged, so much so that she wanted to cry. She thought about her boyfriend, someone whom she had been in a relationship for five years and who had then slept with her best friend. She had gotten so angry that she went to the bar to get drunk, but she met an unscrupulous businessman there, resulting in her having a one-night stand the previous night.
Andrea wiped her tears and put on her clothes, getting ready to leave this place.
By the time she walked out of the bathroom, Sinclair had already dressed neatly. He was clad in a suit and a pair of leather shoes. His every move emanated the charm of a mature man.
Andrea reckoned that a domineering rent boy such as Sinclair must attract a lot of women.
She thought that it was no wonder that she had taken a fancy to him at a glance the previous night.
"I've given you the money," Andrea said. "We no longer owe each other anything. If we meet on the street in the future, we'll pretend that we don't know each other." A bang could then be heard. Andrea slammed the door.
Sinclair stared at Andrea's back as he engaged in deep thought.
"She asked me to pretend that we don't know each other, but it doesn't mean that I should forget about our encounter."
Where did she find the audacity to be so arrogant?
Andrea walked around a pharmacy that was very close to the hotel. She eventually summoned up the courage to enter the pharmacy.
A rather solemn shop assistant came to Andrea and asked, "What can I do for you?"
Andrea's tiny face flushed. She then went rigid as she uttered each word. "I... I want to buy contraceptive pills," she said.
A box of pills was then presented before Andrea.
She hurriedly put the box of pills into her pocket, paid the sales assistant, and ran out. She looked like a thief throughout the duration of purchasing the contraceptive pills. She was afraid that someone would find out about her buying contraceptive pills. She found a quiet spot and swallowed the pills.
The pills were indeed bitter!
After the shop assistant took off his white coat, he could be seen wearing a suit. He then spoke over the headset. "Boss, I've given her the pills," the shop assistant said.
At the hotel, Sinclair squinted. His eyes were filled with a sense of ridicule.
"Vitamin C pills taste good, aren't they?"