Chapter 2 For Free

Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, or perhaps it was because of the kiss. Whatever it was, Michelle's legs trembled and she was a little unsteady on her feet. The man was tall. He cupped her buttocks with both hands and easily hoisted her up like he was holding a child.

Will you come with me? The man greedily sucked her wet lips. His enchanting handsome face became more and more fascinating now that he was filled with desire and yearning.

The kiss made Michelle dizzy. She grabbed the man's collar and whispered wearily, "Uhm. That was my first kiss."

Your first-?! Stunned, the man narrowed his eyes at her. "Your husband never kissed you?" he ventured.

She shook her head woefully. She had been married for a whole year, but she had never met her husband.

His eyes took on a dangerous light. "You... You can't be a virgin, right?"

Aggrieved, she stuck out her lower lip. But she nodded honestly.

Good. The smile on his face widened.

What's so good about that? she murmured, dazzled by his smile.

Before answering, he leaned forward and took her white earlobe in his mouth. "You can have me tonight for free. What do you say?"

Michelle trembled with pleasure. She looked at the man who was holding her, painfully aware of how close he was to her face. "I don't mind if I do."

His eyes were so deep and inviting she could drown in them if she wasn't careful. "It'd be my honor."

Empire Hotel.

As soon as the door of the presidential suite opened, Gerard put Michelle down and started kissing her passionately again. His hands grew restless and he couldn't help but reach under her short skirt.

He sucked on the tip of her tongue, rendering her speechless. She could do nothing but grab his shirt, her lips parting subconsciously. Gerard took this as an opportunity to deepen his kiss. She couldn't help but moan with pleasure-which was music to his ears.

Michelle felt dizzy, but her alcohol-induced brain was still focused on her mission. She grabbed the belt on the man's waist. After fiddling with it with her slender fingers for a long time, she failed to unfasten it.

She opened her eyes slightly, her breath short and her pulse racing.

You still want my belt? The man chuckled. He crooked his finger, unfastened the buckle, and pulled out the belt in one swift motion.

And... Michelle frowned and struggled to unbutton his slacks.

What else are you looking for?

The color of your underpants...

The presidential suite was filled with the sounds of the man's wild gasps and the woman's charming moans. And it lasted all night.

The following morning, a cell phone rang, breaking the silence.

Michelle squinted at the light and fumbled to reach for her phone from the bedside table.

Hello?

Michelle! Where the hell did you go yesterday? I went to the washroom for a while and when I came back, you were gone! Why didn't you answer my calls? Where have you been? Nina's anxious voice sounded from the other end of the line.

Nina, I... I'm fine. Yesterday, I... I have to go now. I'll... I'll talk to you later.

After hanging up the phone, Michelle sat bolt upright in bed. Almost immediately, she whined, her temple throbbing in pain. The silk blanket slipped off Michelle's body as she sat up. She looked down.

Oh, my God!' Not only was she butt-naked, but her body was also covered with hickeys! In that moment, she realized what had happened last night.

Morning, a man's idle voice sounded.

He was standing in front of the French window with a cup of coffee in his hand. Outside the window, the golden morning sunlight streamed into the presidential suite, illuminating his handsome features. He looked like a noble king that God smiled upon.

In a daze, Michelle stared at him for a long time before she came to her senses. All of a sudden, some scenes from last night flashed through her mind like a movie.

This... Wasn't this the man she had met at the door of the private room last night?

Did she have sex with him?!

But since when were male prostitutes so high-quality? If she hadn't known better, she would have thought that he was a very successful businessman.

I... I drank too much last night. It took a long time for Michelle to find her voice. Even when she spoke, it sounded alien to her. She met the man's smiling eyes and blushed. She quickly averted her gaze and started looking for her wallet. Pretending to be calm, she asked, "How much? Let me pay you."

Gerard took a sip of coffee and eyed her leisurely. "We agreed last night that I would serve you for free."

Free? Michelle's frown deepened. She tried hard to remember what happened last night, but in the end, she only recalled the passionate kiss they shared.

How will you make money? I refuse to take advantage of you. She took out a wad of money from her wallet and glanced at him indifferently. "Don't worry. My ex-husband gave me a huge alimony."

Gerard's eyebrows shot up. "Ex-husband?"

Yup. We divorced just yesterday. Michelle placed the money on the bedside table gingerly. "Judging from your appearance, I figured a night with you must be very expensive. But this is all the cash I have on me right now."

Suddenly, a thought occurred to her. She quietly took the topmost bill from the stack of money. "I'll need this to take a taxi. Do you mind?"

The man shoved one hand in his pocket and coughed lightly. "Help yourself."

What a nice man.

Michelle nodded in satisfaction and then looked for her clothes. However, when she found her dress from under the bed, she was stunned.

Sir, you... That was rude. I can file a complaint, you know.