"Hot..."
"I'm hot..."
Isabel Clara, with a beautiful mask, laid on the big bed in the Hilton Hotel while moaning.
The desire in her mind was getting stronger and stronger...
She turned her head to one side weakly. Through the frosted glass in the bathroom, she could vaguely see a man's figure.
......
A moment later, the bathroom door was gently pushed open. Roderick Quinn walked out with only a bath towel around his waist.
Drops of water hanging on his hair, he looked handsome with tanned skin and a perfect six-pack stomach.
Roderick slightly moved his feet and glanced at the little woman on the big bed. She had fluffy hair and was lying in a casual but sensual posture.
After Roderick studied her face, a strange smile appeared on his face.
Was she the woman Justin Wheeler selected for him to be mother of his child?
She seemed tasty.
It was just a deal. Since she was wearing a mask, she probably did not want to expose her identity.
However, her perfunctory attitude made him a little uncomfortable.
Roderick bent over to hold her in his arms. Suddenly, anger grew inside him and his eyesight revealed the impatience.
"Woman, shouldn't you be active even for that ten million dollars?"
Amidst the unconsciousness, Isabel found a little soberness and thought, "D*mn it. What is the ten million dollars? I'm not here to sell my body."
"No... Don't..."
But at that moment, she couldn't even say a complete sentence. Her worded sounded like a refusal and a plea to Roderick.
Roderick sneered, "Woman, you need to be punished."
He pulled her body straight. His slightly hot breath brushed over her neck.
She obviously seemed to be refusing him, but her arms wrapped around his body like vines.
Roderick sneered and then pulled off the bath towel...
That night, he asked for more and more from her...
......
At dawn, Roderick slowly opened his eyes. He took away the little woman's arms around his chest, and got up from the bed.
After dressing up neatly, he turned to look at the sleeping little woman again. When he saw the blood drops on the white sheets, he tingled slightly.
It was vague reluctance or guilt.
Roderick reached out and was about to take off her mask but suddenly stopped half-way.
On second thought, it was after all on a trade and better to keep some privacy for each other.
Roderick turned around and left the room. In the elevator downstairs, he called Justin.
......
Through the French window glass, the morning light shone into the room. Isabel opened her misty eyes.
Where was this place?
What she remembered about the night before was that her cousin handed over a cup of cocktail to her at the ball, and the rest of her memory was blurred.
She then recalled that she felt so hot that she tightly entangled with the man...
The man?
Isabel was shocked.
She suddenly sat up from the bed, and instantly felt that her body heavy as if she was crushed by a truck, and there was tearing pain came from her private parts.
Isabel frowned slightly and unconsciously looked down at her body. She was suddenly shocked when she saw bruises almost covered every inch of her skin.
There were also obvious blood drops on the white sheets. Innocent as she was, Isabel had realized what had happened the night before.
How the hell could it happen?
Isabel heard from her cousin that her fiancé Winfred Billy would attend the ball. Based on her knowledge on Winfred's temper, if he knew about this, their engagement would end.
Isabel was so panic that she did not know what to do next.
She turned around and saw a new pale pinkish Chanel suits on the bedside table. And the pink gown she wore the night before had been torn into strips.
The pieced of the gown made her suddenly blushed. Being angry and shy, she got changed with shaking hands. When she put on the suits, she touched the mask on her face.
Taking off the mask, Isabel patted her forehead full of regret. She shouldn't have come to the ball.
She felt scared every second while she was staying there. After cleaning up, Isabel rushed out of the hotel room.
The engagement between Isabel and Winfred was well-known. Even little things would be widely spread by the media.
Before Isabel walked out of the hotel, she saw Winfred walking in angrily.
He seemed to know something!
How could Isabel be willing to meet Winfred at this moment? She wished she can fly and disappear in front of Winfred as quickly as possible.
"Where are you going?" Winfred couldn't care about his manner at this moment.
Seeing Winfred's anger, Isabel had no choice but to stay still.
"I..."
Winfred furiously threw the newspaper in front of Isabel.
Eyes wide open, Winfred looked so fierce as if he was about to swallow Isabel.
"Explain to me clearly! Is the news true or not?"
Isabel didn't have the courage to pick up the newspaper.
She could totally imagine what was the news about.
Isabel didn't expect the situation at the moment. Unconsciously, she took a step back.
She loved Winfred. Although her family background was better than his, she never thought of breaking the engagement, not to mention betraying her beloved one.
"Winfred, I..."
Isabel bit her lip so hard that blood almost oozed out of her mouth.
Winfred stood in front of Isabel with a cold face. Her expression had explained everything.
"Well, you don't have to explain anymore. We... have no future from now on!"
Winfred left after saying that. His eyes were actually in red.
Such an unpresentable thing was a great shame to the so-called noble families.
No matter how much he liked Isabel, he would never marry Isabel after this scandal.
Isabel stood still there in shock as tears falling down.
Was she dumbed just like that?
The hotel was surrounded by reporters. Isabel hid in a corner and did not dare to go out.
How could so many things happened in just one night?
"Hello? Dad, I'm now trapped in the Hilton Hotel!"
Isabel had no choice but to call to her father, Herbert Clara.
Herbert's hands were shaking as he just happened to read the news at the moment.
The photo of Isabel and a mysterious male entering the hotel was so clear that it was impossible to deny.
"Isabel, don't be afraid. Wait for me there. Dad is coming to pick you up..." Herbert's mooed was swinging. But when he thought of his precious daughter was isolated and helpless at the moment, he couldn't think much.
Hearing Herbert's answer, Isabel finally felt a little relieved. She cuddled up on the cold floor.
By this time, Roderick and Justin had changed their clothes and walked out of the restaurant after eating.
In the photos that media received, Roderick was blurred out with mosaic. It seemed that the person who revealed the news did not dare to provoke him.