Chapter 2 Playing Hard To Get

Richie's words and the way he was acting made Consuela shiver in fear and anxiousness. Though her body was still sore-from the effects of the drugs she unknowingly took and the rough sex she just had with Richie-she sat up on the bed and defensively said, "I don't know what happened! I don't know what you're talking about!"

"You need to stop acting like a virgin, whore. You already got what you want. There is literally no point in trying to pretend you didn't plan any of this." Despite his aggressiveness, Richie actually wasn't angry anymore. Besides, he wouldn't dare hurt a woman with violence.

"Look here, you-"

"Just so you know, the Ye Family wouldn't accept a woman like you. Give it up."

Before Consuela could even finish what she wanted to say, Richie interrupted her. He turned his head to look at the woman on the bed, his stare cold and sharp.

A lot of women had already tried to tie Richie down before-all with varying levels of success-but none of them really got close to him. Today was the first time he let his guard down and he got drugged.

Consuelo couldn't believe what she was currently going through. A shiver ran down her spine as she tried to recall what had happened-nothing. She tried to continue proving her innocence to the man in front of him, but words wouldn't come out of her mouth.

Richie scoffed. As he walked towards the bathroom, he said, "If you're smart enough, you'd know that the best moment to disappear is now."

Slowly, Consuelo was mustering up the courage to speak up. Her vulnerable state had been taken advantage of by this man, and that was a fact!

"I am not interested in your family at all! I don't even know who the fuck you are! I am the victim of this situation!" Glaring at Richie's back, she added in a furious tone, "And I'll happily leave right now. Your face disgusts me, and I never want to see you again!"

Richie stopped in his tracks. A sneer formed on his lips. 'Is this bitch still playing hard to get with me?' he thought.

Consuelo stood up from the bed despite feeling a sharp pain in her side. She was determined to get away from the stuffy room where the man had continuously humiliated her!

Unfortunately, she quickly realized a big dilemma: she had nothing to wear. Every piece of clothing she had had been ripped off of her by Richie-from anger or passion, she didn't know. If she was to go home at that moment, she would be buck naked!

With a deep breath, she picked up a coat on the ground. She knew it was Richie's, but she had no other choice. She swallowed her pride and wore it. Good thing it was big and long enough to fully cover her up.

"I'll return this to you after I clean it," she declared. She didn't want to talk to Richie anymore, but out of respect, she did. Her voice, however, was colored with so much disgust.

Richie continued his way to the bathroom, ignoring Consuelo. 'Looking for an excuse to see me again, huh,' he thought, sneering.

"It's yours. Throw it, burn it-I don't care. I hate that coat anyway."

His tone, too, was filled with disgust.

He then closed the bathroom door without even waiting for Consuelo to respond. Soon, Consuelo heard water running inside.

It was Consuelo's first time to feel humiliated like this, and she did nothing to experience this kind of treatment.

As she felt tears forming in her eyes, she raised her head to look at the ceiling.

After a few moments, she took a deep breath, pushed the room's door open, and strode out.

"Sheryl!"

Right after getting off of the elevator, Consuela saw Sheryl. She ran into her arms, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Shock flashed across Sheryl's face for a split second before she was able to collect herself and put something into her bag.

"What's wrong, Consuela?" she asked as she patted her sister's back, comforting her in a soft voice.

"Sheryl, where did you go? Last night....I..." Consuela couldn't begin to tell the tale. Slowly, she raised her head and wiped off the tears on her face. She wanted to ask why the man was in the room instead of Sheryl.

"Me? I waited for you the whole night in Room 319! You didn't show up! I should be the one asking where you've been last night! I knew you got drunk but I knew you could handle your alcohol. I waited and waited for you but you didn't come. I almost wanted to check out!" Sheryl said, acting so impeccably that no one would be able to detect that she was lying.

"What? Room 319?" Consuela's eyes widened in disbelief. How was that possible? She clearly remembered her saying that their room was 316!

"Yes, Consuela! 319! I repeated it many times, right? You really drank a lot last night!" Sheryl frowned as she tried to look like she was recalling the events that had transpired last night.

"What? How could it be possible?" Consuela could not believe what she was hearing. If Sheryl was indeed telling the truth, it would only mean that she had mistakenly heard 316 instead of 319, entered a stranger's room, and lost her virginity just because she was so drunk.

'So everything was my fault?'

"Consuela! Consuela!" Sheryl waved her hand in front of Consuela, trying to get her attention.

"What's happening? What happened to you?" After she concluded that everything was because of her reckless drinking, Consuela swallowed her saliva and faltered, "I-I... just... I got into the wrong room and had to sleep there. Nothing else happened!"

She would never tell the whole thing to Sheryl, even if she was her sister.

"Okay..." Sheryl responded, her eyebrows furrowed. "But why were you crying just now?"

"I-I... I just had the most terrible nightmare in that room. When I woke up and you weren't there, I got so scared!" Consuela rolled her eyes and continued, "Yes, I was just scared. That's all."

"Well, that's good. I thought something happened to you since you looked like you're panicking. I'm relieved that you're fine."

Sheryl smiled with relief. A ray of sunlight hit her face, illuminating her every feature. Passers-by craned their neck to look and admire her.

'Sheryl always looks so beautiful. No wonder Harry is so nice to her.' The more Consuela thought about that, the more she got annoyed. She felt like she had no right to love Harry Xue any longer.

A bitter smile crept up on her face.

On the other hand, after taking a shower, Richie went out of the bathroom and wiped his hair with a towel.

When he saw a touch of red on the sheet, he stopped. He raised his eyebrows. 'That woman is desperate to become a member of the Ye Family!' he thought to himself.

The contempt in his heart rose again. He then went on to continue drying himself, forgetting about Consuela.