When the debutante party finally came to an end, the celebrant was drunk and high in stupor. The surroundings were blurry and taking a step forward felt like climbing the walls of Mount Tai.
"Lyn! Are you okay?"
A hand reached out to her from behind as she stumbled and fell while trying to move forward. " Let me help," the soft voice clamored from behind and hurriedly held her to her feet and close to herself. "Thank You."
The celebrant started and was out of breath. Why did she feel so hot and uncomfortable? Her companion held her forward and guided her away from the dispersing room.
By the time the elevator stopped at a certain floor in the same hotel, the girl's face had become redder than earlier and her vision more blurry.
"Why is it so hot?" she stuttered, but her companion tightened her grip on her and dragged her out of the elevator. as she pulled her down the corridor, she kept her eyes open for any unlocked doors. 'She couldn't do it, she would never let Evelyn get into Tail's bed as planned. Overcoming her hesitation, she guided the dazed girl towards the very end of the corridor. They stopped at the last suite, where a door that was left slightly ajar.
The companion peered through the crack of the door. She caught sight of a tall figure glad in a hotel bathrobe. She didn't have to be picky, a man is a man, she thought desperately. It didn't matter if it was the person they agreed on, as far as the job would still be done. With a sharp shove, she pushed the girl into the room and pulled the door shut behind her. Immediately she did that, she heard footsteps approaching and scrambled away from the door post, looking up at the security cameras. Thankfully, this room sat in a blind spot. She straightened her long wavy hair and smoothened her dress as she saw a hotel staff member coming with a trolley, then walked away as if nothing happened while avoiding eye contact with the staff.
Inside the Dim suite, Evelyn stumbled and looked up. Through a haze, she saw a man standing before her. The man had turned around when he heard the door being closed sharply. He looked at the figure stumbling towards him, and his eyes grew cold. "Get out!" the man barked, and Evelyn shivered, but the discomfort in her body overrode her fear. Mustering all her strengths, she staggered towards him, a strange, burning sensation consuming her; though she couldn't put a name to it. As she drew within three meters, the man finally saw her face clearly. Her long black hair had been intricately braided by a professional stylist, giving her an air of elegant nobility. Her white designer dress clung to her curves, highlighting her delicate collar bones and figure that was nothing short of perfection. The hem of her skirt, dusted with shimmering diamonds, revealed her long, pale legs. And somehow, she had already kicked off one leg of her stiletto shoes. It was clear she was a woman of status, perhaps a spoiled heiress, but at the moment, none of that seemed to matter.
"I .... I don't feel well," "What's wrong with me?"
Evelyn stammered, her face flushed with an abnormal heat. "Can I have some cold water?"
She went forward to touch the man's chest but was pushed away while the man took a step back as she struggled with the remaining shoe on her right foot. Finding the balance impossible, she reached out and draped her arm around the man's neck for support and flipped off the remaining shoe on her leg. The man froze for a bit in surprise at her audacity, the scent of her perfume hit him, captivating him. She smelled like flowers, a delicate blend of expensive flowers. Had she stumbled into the wrong room by accident, or was this a calculator move? Without hesitation, he took her slender wrist, pulling her arm from his neck as he moved towards the door to throw her out, but Evelyn's leg gave way, and she sank onto the floor.
"What drama is this, young lady?"
The man snapped and shook her off, then reached for the bedside phone to call the front desk. Before he could lift the receiver, the woman was on her feet again. She slipped her arms around his waist from behind, clinging onto him.
"I am not feeling well.., please help me!"
She begged, her voice, soft and trembling, carried a desperate sweetness in the dark room. The man slammed the receiver back down and turned to her, his eyes narrowing dangerously.
"Speak, who told you I was here today? Who sent you?"
Evelyn didn't answer but instead, lunged forward, while pushing him down, her hands clung onto his neck. "
"You are a man, right?"
She muttered listlessly, not paying attention to what the man was saying.
"I am miserable, you have to save me."
' She is ordering me?' The man sneerd and shoved her away, suppressing his primal reaction. She was captivating, he had to admit, but she had underestimated his self-control.
"I will say it one last time, get out!"
Evelyn staggered back, but she was past the point of hearing reasons. She only saw his lips moving, and the sight seemed to make her more restless. Without a word, she reached behind her back and pulled the Zipper off her dress, causing the dress to fall to the floor.
Seeing this, the man's eyes darkened.
' What ever came she was playing, She was certainly committed'
By this time, Evelyn's mind was a fog, and as he moved to finally throw her out, she clung to him again, and this time around, things didn't go as planned.
The night dissolved in a blur of heat until the first light of dawn broke over the horizon. The afternoon sun was blazing when the chill of the Air Conditioner finally jolted Evelyn from her sleep. She blinked and reached for a quilt to cover herself, but it had long since been kicked to the floor. Then, reality hit her. Pain, her entire body ached badly. She sat up in a bolt and looked around, realizing she was alone and naked in a strange luxurious suite. Her clothes were scattered across the room and mixed with a man's discarded robe on the floor. Looking down at the marks on her, the realization hit her like a physical blow. She was an adult, she knew exactly what these traces meant.
" How?" she muttered.
Her head ached, and she placed her hand on her forehead to massage it. She tried recalling, and only remembered someone helping her up to rest, then nothing. She couldn't even recall the man's face. She hissed and tried standing on the huge bed. Her legs felt like jelly, and she struggled to the window and pulled back the curtains. The sun was blinding, which meant it was afternoon already. She gazed out at the beautiful view of the hotel, but had no stomach to appreciate it, not in this state.
Trembling, she headed for the bathroom. Inside, she saw a display of men's toiletries, reminding her of the stranger who had been there. She shook her head to clear the fog and ran a bath to soak her aching limbs. As the warm water surrounded her, the flashes of the previous night's madness began to return. "How did I get myself into this?" she whispered to the empty room and sighed heavily.