Chapter2: Goblins Seduce Men!

"Mr. Patrick… You're back already??"

Flora uttered a sentence, and she felt extremely uncomfortable, as if a burning fire was burning through her body.

All over her body, from top to bottom, there was a burning sensation everywhere.

"It's hot! Brother Patrick...! I want water...! Cold water..."

When Matthew stepped out of the bathroom, What caught his eye was the erotic image of the girl lying on the bed.

He can even hear the small moan from those pretty pink lips.

Her eyes were tightly closed, and her thick eyelashes seemed to hold a few tears.

This girl's face was much more beautiful than he had imagined, at least more beautiful than the "high-class call girls" that the others had prepared in the past.

"Are you so eager to serve me? Unfortunately, for the time being, I have no interest in these flirting games, so I had to let you sleep through the night without doing anything."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was lying on the space on the other side of the large bed, pulling the blanket up to his chest, not intending to touch the person next to him.

Flora felt the mattress concave on the side, and cold air emanated from that side.

She realized it was the cool temperature she was looking for in her trance, so she groped for it.

"You, what the hell are you doing? If she goes one step further, I don't know what I'll do…."

Flora opened her eyes slightly and saw a vague figure of a man. Her ears were also burning, and she could not hear what the person next to her said.

"You… It's you. You're back… I've been waiting for you for so long, and I thought you were going to leave me here alone…."

Consciously unaware, she instinctively assumed that the only man who could appear beside her was Patrick.

Suddenly remembering her purpose for today, she shifted her body, leaning in close to the body of the man beside her.

Two bodies, a man and a woman, separated by only a thin layer of woven fabric, could easily be torn off at any time.

In addition, the girl lit the fire, and soon the atmosphere became hot. Matthew thought those people had found a goblin who seduced men this time. This trick works well. She's good at it, and she can spark his interest.

In return, any other man in this situation could not stay still. However, how can women take the initiative to lead this kind of thing?

Matthew smirked, taking the initiative and lying on top of her.

He lowered his head, his hands unreservedly brushing over the smooth skin and his tongue whirling inside her lips as if to drive away the soft moans that escaped from her pretty, small mouth into his throat.

Flora instinctively wrapped her arms around the other man's neck.

Her mind was mesmerized by his intense kiss, only instinctively using the most innocent ways to respond to his enthusiasm.

However, her naivety unintentionally attracted him strangely.

For the first time, he knew that the girl the others prepared was also the kind of innocent person like he had never slept with a man.

He was startled until the two made love.

"You… the first time? Why didn't you tell me first?"

Does this girl is a virgin? Make sure she gets drunk before she acts. Maybe it's the lack of money, so she has to make this mistake. He thought that when he left, he would leave her some money, his movements were also a little lighter.

"Ah...! That's hurt! I hurt so much, Patrick…."

The pain made Flora want to find something to bite. Without overthinking, she opened her mouth to bite his shoulder. He took a deep breath and tightened his grip around her tiny waist, preventing her from escaping.

"Are you refusing now? It's too late, little girl!"

The arrow is already on the line. How can it not be shot? This wildcat's weak resistance only provoked the man's possessive instinct.

And then, as they say, whatever can happen will happen. Those two body keep entwining each other through a passionate night of love...

The following day was beautiful.

The first rays of morning sunlight penetrated through the glass window, shining on the messy blanket.

On the king-size bed in VIP room 2109 of the Royal INVITE hotel, only one person was fast asleep, her naked body full of traces, enough to know how intense last night was.

The feeling of aching pain all over her body made Flora frown, even though she was half-awake and half-dream.

"How can it hurt so much? Ultimately what…"

Reng... Reng... Reng...

The shrill ringing of the desk phone on the nightstand in the hotel room rang out, reverberating in her eardrums.

Flora opened her eyes, ignored the pain in her body, and picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi, I'm a hotel employee. Is the other end of the line is Ms. Flora Smith in room 2109?"

Flora hesitated a bit.:

"It's me…! May I ask what's wrong?"

"Ah, the thing is…! Ms. Flora…! Last night… Are you okay?"

Is it okay? What does she mean? Does the hotel's service have an extra part to call and ask about overnight guests' sleep status?

"I'm fine, is something wrong?"

She dreamily responded to the hotel staff's inquiries and heard that person politely laugh softly.

"That's just too good. Royal INVITE Hotel is honored to serve you. If you need help, you can contact the front desk or room service anytime. The phone numbers of the relevant departments, including the hotel management are posted next to the phone. I won't bother you to rest anymore, hello. Thank you for your response, and have a great day."

As soon as she heard her say one word, "okay," the hotel staff hurriedly said a long series of talks, making her unable to interrupt.

After that, she didn't understand how it was, so that people hung up the phone.

The phone was off, and Flora no longer had to distract her attention to respond to others, to have time to think about what happened last night.

Let's see, she checks into her hotel room, gets her boyfriend's phone call, then drinks…

"My head hurts… My whole body hurts, and it's cold…."

Wait, what's cold? Before drinking, she was wearing a nightgown, but now she feels like she's in direct contact with the blanket.

An image of the age restriction flashed in her mind.

Her cheeks flushed red for a moment, her hands trembling as she pulled the blanket off to examine…

"Ahhh!"

The shrill scream echoed in the empty room, echoing back into her ears.

Underneath the thin, rumpled blanket is a body without a cloth covering, still full of traces of intimate contact with the opposite sex.

There was a bright red blood stain on the pure white bedsheet.

All sorts of signs, including slowly returning memories, tell her what happened last night in this room between her and that strange man.

But she couldn't remember who it was.

"Could it be Patrick? Is he back already? Incorrect…"

The image of last night appeared in her mind, it was a strange man with a strong masculine body and hot breath, and his voice was also shallow and soothing.

That's not her boyfriend of the past five years because Patrick has yet to come home.

Last night, he called her, announcing the cancellation of the flight. So, he can get here this morning.

She shivered, grabbed the phone beside her pillow, and opened the message.

Her last text to Patrick was good morning yesterday, and her last call was also a call to cancel his flight.

Hesitating for a few seconds, she tried calling him.

"The subscriber you just called is turned off or out of coverage area…."

The ice-cold reminder of the switchboard threw her straight into the ice cellar.

Patrick is on the plane, so he turns off his phone.

She raised her hand to rub her head, her mind trying to move again, thinking about who it was last night.

"That's for sure a different person… But I can't remember his face. Oh no, I don't know him, how could that be…."

The thin satin nightgown she wore yesterday was

fraying as a rag dropped at the foot of the bed.

She threw up the light blanket in frustration, causing dozens of high-denomination bills to scatter on the bed.

"This money…"

This money, indeed, was left by the man last night.

Flora tightly furrowed her eyebrows, feeling insecurity, shock, disappointment, and bitterness… all mixed.

So last night, her innocence was also gone, but the other was not her boyfriend.

Then how is she supposed to talk to him?

Now, she must find out the man's identity to find out what happened.

She put her hand on her arm and gave it a firm, painful squeeze that would help her stay awake, although there was nothing in her body that wasn't painless at the moment.