Angel took off her clothes, standing quietly by the bed.
Her slender figure was even more enchanting than the bright moon hanging outside the window.
Inside the luxury presidential suite, there was only the dim light on, its warm rays cast on the person lying on the bed. His clear face seemed to have added a touch of mystery and elegance.
His deep-set eyes and flawless profile made Kate Angel take a deep breath.
She climbed into the bed, barefoot and shuffled into the quilt.
The warmth of the man's body quickly transmitted towards her. Angel boldly touched him as if he were her own boyfriend, wandering her hand from top to bottom, missing not a single spot.
But in reality, Kate Angel didn't have a boyfriend, and had never slept with anyone.
Therefore, her movements were slightly awkward at this moment.
The man furrowed his eyebrows, humming in a low, resonant voice, and opened his eyes in displeasure.
There was a woman lying next to him, an unfamiliar young woman.
He pulled out a helpless and weak smile, then mounted her, not saying anything, not kissing, but penetrated precisely.
"Ah!" she moaned gently and huskily.
Her low, melodious cry drove the man feral, his actions were like a storm, fast and fierce!
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After their fervent lovemaking, the man was panting heavily, his consciousness somewhat clearer.
Today is the birthday banquet of Mr. Drake, the CEO of the Bird fox Group. Having had a bit too much to drink, he felt a little dizzy and was helped to a room in the hotel.
Kate Golden glanced to the side, taking in the sight of an alluring young lady next to him.
Raising an eyebrow, he said, "There's a suit hanging in the closet. A black wallet is in the left pocket. Whatever card color you like inside, feel free to pick it."
After finishing, he withdrew his gaze, squinting slightly, his robust chest rising and falling.
Angel was taken aback for a moment. A wallet? Bank cards?
She hesitated and then got up, putting on the clothes that were scattered Lying next to the bed, she smiled and said, "Mr. Kate, I don't want money."
Kate Golden turned his piercing gaze on her. "Then what do you want?"
There was an edge to his voice, a subtle note of scorn.
"You've willingly crawled into my bed and now you're refusing money? Are you looking for some emotional attachment?" His deep brown eyes were laden with a hint of mockery, which was especially nonchalant when directed at Angel.
"No, no, no, I can't take Mr. Kate's affection. All I want is a contract with Bottle Media."
Bottle Media?
Kate Golden's brown eyes hardened as he watched the girl in front of him pick up a white T-shirt from the floor, revealing a beautiful back that was as smooth as jade.
A strange heat passed through his body. "Bottle Media? You want to become a star then?"
As his words fell, his lips quirked up in half laughter.
Unfazed by his underlying mockery as she pulled up her jeans, Angel replied, "Yes, that's it. I want to become a star."
Kate Golden looked at her candid demeanor, briefly taken aback.
He raised an eyebrow, "If I remember, I'll pass your message."
After receiving this response, Angel smiled, and the faint mole at the corner of her mouth also slowly rose with the curve, "I won't bother you then, Mr. Kate."
She turned to leave, enduring the tearing, swollen pain. As she closed the door, she did not forget to send a slight smile towards Kate Golden, who was propped up on the bed. Her radiant face resembled a poppy quietly blooming in a serene night sky.
After the door was closed, Kate Golden gazed at the bloodstain on the white sheets, comparable to a rose petal in size, and commented, "Impressive. Despite the pain, she can still smile so naturally. Excellent act."