In the evening, at the graduation party, Michelle drank a lot of wine. She was dizzy and drunk. And don't know why, after she finished drinking, she was a little hot all over, and it was the kind of dry heat rising from the bottom of her body, which made her inexplicably uncomfortable.

Michelle had to make an excuse to leave ahead of time.

She went back to the hotel room, fumbled for the room card from her bag and pushed the door open.

Michelle went to bed without changing her clothes and lied down. She was confused. She heard the sound of opening of door followed by footsteps, getting closer and closer, and finally stopped by her side.

Michelle raised her head and half narrowed her beautiful eyes, only to see a tall strange man, looking down at her.

"You Who are you... " She asked, "The waiter of the hotel, or.. or... "

Before she finished, Michelle paused suddenly, chuckled again and said to herself, "The service of hotel is so good now. They even deliver money boy in the rooms, but I didn't called for such thing. I have a fiancé..."

Money Boy? How dare this woman treated him as a man to sell?

The corner of the man's mouth draws up a dangerous arc, he bends down, pinches her chin, and says in a low voice: "Even if you sell your everything and also yourself, I'm afraid you can't afford me."

He smelled the wine on her body and frowned a little.

Michelle was pinched a little bit by his strength: "Alright, it hurts me. You go out. I'm going to sleep. Please close the door for me..."

The man snorted coldly, removed his hand, and was about to turn around to leave when Michelle suddenly took the initiative to hold his sleeve.

"It's hot, it's so hot. Why is your hand so cold and comfortable? Don't go..."

The man stopped but didn't looked at her. He waved her hand mercilessly.

Michelle was entwined, her hands were tightly clasped to the man's strong waist, and her mouth unconsciously murmurer: "Hot, I'm so hot..."

She raised her head and rubbed her chin against the man's chest which made him stiff.

The man lowered his head, and by the dim light in the room he saw the woman in his arms.

His cold and hard outline suddenly softened, he raised his eyebrows and spoke softly: "It's you..."

Michelle had lost her consciousness. She just followed her instinct and sticked to the man. She kept pulling her clothes and revealing her white and round shoulders. She kept pulling: "Wuwuwu, it's so hot, why I am not able to take them off… Wuwu, Wuwu..."

"Who gave you the medicine?" The man asked.

Michelle didn't heard what he's talking about. She was hot and uncomfortable.

She only knew that the man in front of her can save her.

Michelle's voice was very soft, like a kitten; "Help me, why is this skirt so hard to take off? It's so hot. Decrease the temperature of air conditioner..."

Any normal man can't resist her enthusiasm.

The man gave a magnetic smile. He stretched out his slender hand, felt the zipper of her dress and slowly opened it.

A very graceful body was exposed in front of him. The dark eyes of the man suddenly deepened. He was usually well behaved but he lost his control now.

He turned over and pressed her firmly under his body. "Little goblin, I'm now going to show you, what does the delivery to the door means."

It was a fierce night.

Michelle fell asleep all exhausted, but the man was playing with her hair. His handsome face was cold, but his eyes were shining with tiny light.

The next day.

Michelle was in a deep sleep but felt extremely uncomfortable. So, she turned over and rolled into a man's broad chest.

The touch of a completely strange creature woke her up with a start. Her head was about to explode. And what came into her eyes was a….

A man without clothes.

She wanted to reach out her hand to poke the handsome face in front of her.

She sat up straight and found herself wearing nothing. She covered her face with panic.

God, this. What's going on? She slept with a strange man?

Michelle glanced at the man beside her, and found that he was not only in good shape, but also very handsome. The man's sleeping appearance can be directly painted.

Michelle bit her lower lip and tried to recall last night's events, but sadly found herself all lost.

Did she went to the wrong room, and as she was drunk, she slept with this strange man?

But, no, her room card belongs to this room, and she can't open the door of other people's room!

After thinking about it, Michelle suddenly realized that this man, in nine out of ten, is the kind who comes out to sell himself, commonly known as Money Boy.

Well, yes, that's it.

Michelle secretly turned over and got out of the bed, picked up her clothes from the ground and put them on one by one. The man behind her was also awake but he had not opened his eyes.

After wearing her clothes, Michelle turned around and looked at the man on the bed. She was relieved to find that he was not awake.

She carefully opened her bag and said to herself, "Last night, whether you or I started first, I still have to pay you the money. I still have a thousand dollar.. Eh? Where's my money?"

Michelle looked at her wallet and was very surprised.

She only had 10 dollar and two coins left.

"The thousand dollars, I don't have now. Oh, only 10 dollars and two coins left. Here you are. I'll give you both the coins also."

Michelle put the 10 dollars and the 2 cents beside the man's pillow. She dared not to look towards the man because she was afraid of waking him up.

If the man wakes up and sees that she has given him so little money, he might quarrel with her? She can't afford to lose her face.

Michelle left the room immediately.

Hearing the sound of the door closed, the man opened his eyes and sat up lazily.

His knuckled fingers stretched out and picked up the money. The man's thin lips went up and he laughed: "I am just paid 10 dollars and 2 cents for sleeping with you?"

His deep eyes swept the wrinkled shirt under the bed. The man picked up his mobile phone and dialed a string of numbers: "Send a suit to the hotel, now."

The other side respectfully replied, "Yes, Mr. Howard."

The tailored high-end handmade suit was soon delivered by a specially assigned person.

The man dressed up. When he was ready to leave, he saw the money beside the pillow and picked it up. His voice was very deep: "Today, I will go to the company later on, I will go to Howard estate first."

"Yes, Mr. Howard."

The man turned around and walked out with steady steps. His tall and straight back and noble spirit can't be ignored.