Bella's POV:

In the evening, I ended up in bed with a stranger.

I am not a promiscuous woman, and the only reason this happened is because I was heartbroken yesterday.

My boyfriend, whom I had loved for three years, told me that I was neither gentle, considerate, nor sexy.

Then, he turned around and left me for a rich girl from England.

Although I appeared to be strong in front of my friends, I was really devastated.

To assuage my emotions, I went to a bar and drank a lot all by myself.

I met the man at the bar, and I can’t even remember what he looked like.

At this moment, I could hear the sound of running water. It was him taking a shower in the bathroom.

I slowly opened my eyes.

This was a luxury room. The morning sunlight shone on the messy sheets, while underwear, clothing, and shoes were strewn across the carpet.

Looking down at the clearly visible bite marks on my naked body under the quilt, and the faint pain coming from my lower body

Everything reminded me of the intensity with which that stranger and I had been together last night.

I angrily grabbed my own long hair, and fragments of memories flooded my mind, almost all were images of me being pinned down by the man with powerful thrusts.

I have to admit, the man wasn’t half bad at what he did…

Oh, no, now is not the time to ponder this.

I've never had the experience of sleeping with a stranger before, and at this moment, I don't know how to confront all of this.

Perhaps I should run away now before he notices me.

I got dressed, picked up my bag, and headed for the door.

But then, the bathroom door opened.

A super handsome man stepped out of the bathroom.

He had thick golden hair and a dashing face, and through his loose bathrobe, one could faintly make out his sexy, muscular chest.

My heart raced uncontrollably.

This man was much more handsome than my jerk of an ex-boyfriend.

Again, images of our lovemaking last night surfaced in my mind. He was holding me, touching me, kissing me... My cheeks were instantly flushed.

I shook my head to banish those images. To calm myself, I fanned myself with both hands, but to no avail.

Compared to my restlessness, the man was very calm.

When I looked at him, I could feel his eyes scanning me, from head to toe, inspecting me as if I was a product.

Then I noticed the disdainful expression at the corner of his mouth. Why had he shown such an expression towards me?

At that moment, he walked by the bedside, reached for his Gucci wallet.

I noticed a thick stack of dollars in his wallet, and my mind cleared instantly.

What does he mean? Is he paying me because we spent the night together?

Is he treating me like a prostitute?

That's so insulting!

I decided to fight back!

Immediately, I whipped out the only one hundred and fifty dollars I had from my purse, beating him to the punch by tossing it on the bedsheet.

Pretending to be calm, I crossed my arms, looked up at him, and said in a picky tone, "Though you're quite handsome, your stamina is lacking, and your technique is poor. Hence, you're only worth this small amount!"

I made a point to say that. After all, I didn't want to reveal my penury while confronting a man who aimed to humiliate me.

"What did you say?" The man questioned me, his tone fraught with intense anger.

Having voiced that sentence, I couldn't take my words back anymore.

So no matter how awkward I felt inside at that moment, I had to force myself to remain composed.

To make my act more convincing, I approached him, patted his shoulder, and said in a completely serious tone, "I suggest you offer a discount for now, gain some experience, and once your skills improve, you'll definitely be able to raise your price!"

Having said that, I turned around and left, making my exit at high speed.

As I was running away, I could vaguely hear the man's furious roar: "Damn it!"

I knew it; I had angered that man...