Dorathy
I work as a waitress at the Blue Seal Hotel, and tonight, a business meeting was held, followed by a small wine party. It was a collaboration between two wealthy families evident from the fact that a single bottle of wine cost hundreds of thousands of dollars.
I was instructed to serve a glass of wine that had been secretly drugged, targeting the second man a strikingly handsome and captivating figure. As I observed him, one of the business partners shot me a warning glare, silently signaling, Don't you dare interfere. I looked away, reluctantly.
When the drug took effect, the man became visibly weak, and a lady dressed in a revealing cloth , led him toward the VIP quarters. I knew exactly what they were planning, so I discreetly followed them.
Once they entered the room, I gently knocked on the door. The lady opened it, eyeing me suspiciously. Without wasting time, I forced my way inside, and a fight broke out between us. I wrestled her, landed a kick to her stomach, and shoved her out, locking the door behind her.
Turning around, I saw the wealthy man leaning against the wall, his hand braced against it, head bowed.
I walked toward him, pushed his back against the wall, and grabbed his tie, pulling his face close to mine.
"Rich kid, don't you know how to take precautions when drinking?" I spat, my voice cold with irritation. I was furious for being dragged into this mess, but I couldn't stand by and let them do that to him it was unbearable.
His eyes were half closed as he let out a shaky breath, the warmth of it brushing against my face and sending an unexpected shiver down my spine.
I glared at him, anger boiling inside me.
"Are you trying to seduce me?" I muttered, pushing him back against the wall and turning to leave.
Before I could take a step, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into his arms. My heart raced wildly.
I flicked his forehead.
"Naughty boy," I scolded, attempting to withdraw from his embrace, but he wouldn't let go.
"Hey, pretty face," I warned, my patience thinning, "if you don't let go, I'll make sure you have a scar on that face of yours."
He ignored my threat, leaning in and kissing my neck passionately. The sensation made my body tremble. I had never experienced intimacy like this before it felt both strange and overwhelming.
Fighting the unfamiliar emotions, I pushed him away with all my might and took a deep breath to calm my racing heart. My effort was futile. He remained unfazed, standing firm and advancing toward me again.
A flicker of fear crept into my chest.
"Fear?" I whispered under my breath, incredulous at myself. This rich guy certainly had some nerve, making me feel that way.
I kept backing away until my legs hit the edge of the bed. Desperate to escape, I tried moving quickly, but he was faster, pushing me down onto the mattress.
He followed, hovering over me, pressing wild kisses against my skin.
I struggled to push him away, but my strength was no match for his. I bit down on his neck, but instead of flinching, he moaned in pleasure, turning me on. I was wet the feeling completely foreign to me. His movements became more frantic as he tore off my clothes, revealing my bare body.
At that point, I began to wonder if I should let him take my first time. But seeing his desperation and knowing that my life was at risk because a Mafia group was hunting me for killing their boss I thought, Why not enjoy my first time before I die? Besides, I knew that if we didn't get intimate, the drug might kill him.
I let out a deep sigh and allowed him to take my whole body.
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The next morning, I woke to find him gone. Beside me lay a new dress and a stack of money. I laughed in disbelief. So he thinks I'm that cheap? Buying me off like a sex worker?
I hissed, getting out of bed with my body aching all over.
"Bastard," I muttered under my breath.
I stepped into the bathroom and took a warm bath, trying to wash away the awful feeling lingering on my skin. When I was done, I looked at myself in the mirror. Hickeys were scattered across my body like I'd been bitten by a beast.
I sighed, glanced back at the bed, and grabbed the clothes. It was a turtleneck long-sleeve shirt and trousers that reached my feet. I shook my head but felt oddly relieved. At least he had been considerate no one would see the marks.
Looking around, I noticed a skincare product beside the money. I picked it up and checked the contents and quality. It was an expensive brand, a well known trademark.
He's definitely wealthy, I thought.
I applied the cream and other lotions to the hickeys, which reduced the redness. Afterward, I dressed and counted the money on the bed. Five hundred thousand dollars my salary for five months at the hotel.
I laughed bitterly.
It won't hurt to take the money, I reasoned. After all, I saved his life, and I have my little sister's college fees hanging over my head.
I tossed the skincare products into the waste bin, stuffed the money into my leather bag, and quietly walked out of the VIP suite. Since it was my day off, I left the hotel and boarded a taxi straight to the bank, where I deposited the money.
Suddenly, I remembered that my phone was missing.
I began walking toward the road to catch another taxi, intending to return to the hotel to find it.
"Looking for this?"
A man's voice made me turn around. He held out my phone.
"My boss asked me to give it to you," he said.
My eyes landed on a luxurious black car nearby, but the tinted glass prevented me from seeing inside.
I grabbed the man's shirt and leaned closer, whispering,
"I'm doing your boss a favor by letting him go without paying for damages. He owes me his life, and I might come back to claim it."
My tone was cold. The man looked frightened, which made me smirk.
"Tell your boss never to show up in my life again. If he does, I might end his."
The man nodded nervously. I released his shirt, dusted off mine, and boarded a taxi back home.
As soon as I entered the street where I live , I spotted two men dressed in black, scanning the area. I put on my black sunglasses, hoping to go unnoticed.
I continued walking, pretending to have a leg injury, but their gazes locked onto me.
Perceiving a threat, I hastened my steps and turned a corner. With a glance from the corner of my eye, I observed that they were pursuing me with alarming speed..