Chapter 1 Her First Night
In the dark room, a man pressed Layla Adkins beneath him.
She wanted to scream but felt her throat dry.
Soon, waves of pleasure overwhelmed her, leaving her body course with electricity.
Early the next morning, Layla woke up, feeling sore all over.
Forcing her eyes open, she found herself in an unfamiliar hotel room, clothes scattered all over the floor.
She lifted the blanket, trying to prove what happened last night was a dream. Sadly, the blood on the sheet told her how incredibly wrong she was.
Layla felt bitter. In one night, she lost both her boyfriend and her virginity. And her first time was with a...
Devastated, she clenched the blanket.
Yet no matter how much she regretted it, she couldn't turn back the clock. So she gotta suck it up.
Soon, the sound of showering coming from the bathroom stopped, and a man over 6 feet tall walked out. He seemed about thirty, oozing sexuality from every pore. As water dripped from his eight-pack abs, he looked hot as hell.
As Layla looked up, however, she shivered from his cold eyes.
She thought, 'So terrifying. His eyes are the coldest I've ever seen, reminding me of the eyes of a beast.'
Clenching the blanket tightly, she tried her best to act cool.
'Sure, this guy looks intimidating, but I'm the client. Why would I be afraid of him?' she encouraged herself inwardly.
"Name your price," he said in an icy voice.
Puzzled, Layla thought, 'Why? Do clients get to settle the price nowadays? So, I can simply give him as much money as I want?'
She took 80 dollars out of her purse and handed it to him.
Samuel Holland frowned while staring at her cute face. She looked around 18 years old, with eyes as big and watery as a doll's.
He thought, 'I asked her how much money she wanted. Why the hell did she pay me? What? She takes me as a male prostitute? As someone at her age, she surely got quite the imagination.'
Noticing he didn't take it, Layla figured he wanted more.
She thought, 'I've got no idea how much he usually gets paid. Well, he's quite handsome and sexy. I guess he must be the star here. 80 dollars is indeed a bit demeaning.'
"That's all the cash I've got, but I do have 120 dollars in my account. What's your card number? I'll transfer it to you."
Samuel raised an eyebrow, his expression turning colder.
Noticing that, Layla thought, 'Still unsatisfied? Come on! 200 dollars is quite a lot. Besides, it's all I got. Give me a break! I'm not taking advantage of you at all!'
She bit her lip and said with her head held up high, "You weren't that good. In fact, it hurt last night. 200 dollars is a thank-you for your hard work. I'm being generous enough.
"I'm not rich. If you're thinking about ripping me off, forget it. That's not gonna happen." Though she sounded calm, she was in fact panicking.
After speaking, she put the money down, wrapped herself in the blanket, and bent down to pick up her clothes. However, nerves had her stumbling. The blanket dropped, and she went completely naked.
Samuel's cold gaze grew deep.
She was young, and her body was nothing but pure as an innocent bud about to burst into bloom.
Blushing, Layla screamed in embarrassment and sprung up, hastily picking up the blanket to cover herself. "Hey... Don't look!"
"I already saw everything last night." Samuel shrugged.
"Jerk! You talk to me like this after you get paid? I'll complain to your boss next time!" she yelled.
"There's gonna be a next time?" Samuel raised an eyebrow.
"No! Don't even think about it!" Layla fled into the bathroom to change her clothes. Her skirt was torn, and it hurt like heck below the waist.
Pouting, she thought, 'What a jerk! Couldn't he be gentle? He's nothing like those male prostitutes in those porno movies.'
Her first night left her with nothing but painful memories. At the thought of that, she felt so aggrieved that she wanted to cry.
Fate was cruel to her. Last night, she caught the guy she'd been dating for four years banging her bestie. In despair, she went to a bar to drown her sorrows yet ended up in the wrong place, ergo last night.
She found herself such a fool. Punishing herself for someone else's mistake.
Wiping away her tears, she realized that it wasn't the right time to feel sorry for herself. The most important thing right now was to leave.
Making up her mind, she walked out of the bathroom.
Samuel was already dressed neatly in a tailored suit, smoking. He was the perfect example of a charming, mature man.
Layla's heart skipped a beat. She thought, 'Guess he's the bossy type. No wonder I chose him last night. Well, he's good-looking and charming enough. I bet countless women fall for him.'
"I've paid you. From now on, we'll be strangers," she said.
With that, she walked out and slammed the door shut.
Samuel smiled coldly, his eyes deep.
He thought, 'Such big talk for a naïve girl. She thinks she gets to call the shots? Nice try.'
Layla found the nearest pharmacy to the hotel and hesitated for quite a while. Finally, she gathered the courage, went inside, and acted as if she was just browsing casually.
"Can I help you?" A pharmacist with a serious demeanor and strong aura walked over.
"I... I... I need ... oral contraceptives," blushing, Layla muttered, her voice barely audible.
The pharmacist handed the pills to her.
"Thanks." Layla rushed out right after paying.
She went to a secluded corner and swallowed the pills without any water.
The pills were so bitter, so she couldn't help grimacing.
'Is this what oral contraceptive pill tastes like?' she thought to herself.
The pharmacist took off his white coat, revealing a suit underneath, and took out his phone. "Mr. Holland, she's taken the pills."
On the top floor of the hotel, Samuel gazed out the window while smoking, his eyes filled with mixed emotions.
'Vitamin B tastes good, doesn't it?' he murmured.