Chapter 2 Depressed

"You won't be so lucky the next time!" The woman glared at Harlow and stormed out.

Harlow patted on her chest and tried to calm down. Fortunately for her, they did not hold a grudge against her, for if they had, she would not have been able to pay for her expensive dress even if she worked her ass off for it.

All of a sudden, she felt an uncomfortable feeling in her chest and quickly rushed to the toilet.

Only after vomiting did she feel better. She then washed her face with the cold, clean water from the tap and stared at her reflection in the mirror.

Harlow's long, straight jet black hair cascaded from her shoulders like a waterfall. She was dressed in a white off shoulder dress, which highlighted her collarbones beautifully. Since she was not used to drinking, her face was flushed from the little wine that she had. Her pupils were dilated, making her look more attractive.

She stared at the blurred reflection of herself in the mirror before she staggered her way out of the bathroom. She was so drunk that she could not even stand straight. Ever since she came to the party, she had had no chance to greet her schoolmates, who were there with her. Looking at them having a good time, she thought to herself, 'This is not the place for me. I should never come again.'

The picture of Michael dancing with Lainey was still vivid in her mind, causing her pain every time she thought about it. How could he ignore his girlfriend? Thinking of that, Harlow made up her mind to never date him again.

The music was on full blast and the minute she heard the song change, her ears started to ache, making her feel dizzy.

The hallway had doors on either sides. With her hands on the wall, Harlow tried to walk, taking one step at a time. She was so tired and drunk that she was almost about to pass out.

She accidentally pushed a door open, just by an inch.

After making sure that she was alone, she peeked into the room. It was dark and quiet. She then glanced at the hallway and saw that the neon lights were still glowing. She thought for a moment and decided to rest for a while before she went home.

Harlow entered the room sneakily and closed the door shut behind her. She then kicked off her heels, which had been torturing her throughout the night, and slumped onto the couch.

"You're back already?"

A man's voice came from a corner of the dark room. His voice was seductive and low, but Harlow was too tired to even notice it. She fell asleep as soon as her head rested against the couch's armrest.

A tiny flicker of spark came from the darkness, followed by a faint scent of burning tobacco. It became evident that someone else was in the room.

"Why didn't you turn on the light? Were you hoping to have some fun in the dark?" the man teased.

Seeing Harlow completely silent, the man felt a bit disappointed. He stood up, put out his cigarette and turned on the light. The soft orange light filled the room like a touch of sunshine through sheer curtains.

He looked tall and muscular as he stood with his back to the light. His chiseled jaw was beautifully outlined from the light behind him, highlighting his full lips and sharp nose. He had an unmistakable sense of charm.

"It's you!" Jason Ling said in surprise.

Looking at Harlow, who was fast asleep on the couch, a devilish grin appeared on his lips. His voice was low and sexy, like the sort that would make a woman go crazy.

Although the light was dim, it beautifully highlighted her delicate features. Harlow's slender body nestled against the couch comfortably as she slept with her lips pressed tight. Her thick long eye lashes cast a shadow under her eyes. She smiled faintly as she slept, which made her more attractive. She had glowing skin and beauty that would make any man fall in love with her. Her white off shoulder dress enhanced her ivory skin. Her legs were long and sexy, but her dress was a bit ruffled, exposing her white panties.

Looking at her beautiful body, Jason couldn't help but reach his hand out and caress her cheek gently.

The minute his fingertips brushed against her skin, she moaned.

Her low moan aroused him. Although she was completely unaware of the situation, Jason felt a bulge in his pants as he looked at her.

He immediately stood up, took the glass on the table and sat down on the sofa.

The red wine in the glass glowed beautifully under the warm light in the room.

Jason swirled the wine and took a sip.

He looked at his watch impatiently, hoping that she would wake up, but Harlow seemed to be having a good dream. She continued to moan as she gently moved her legs, placing one foot on his thigh.

"You're asking for it, woman!" Jason said.

Although it was noisy outside, the room was quiet, as if something unspeakable was happening.