Chapter 1 Are You Sure You're Not Courting Death

Everyone had a woolly-minded moment, and Miley Smith was no exception. What she did this day would then be an unforgettable experience in her life.

Outside Room 808 in Prosper Hotel, she took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

As the door clicked open, a man's face appeared in her sight. He was indeed like a man who could earn a living by his beautiful appearance. With sharp eyebrows, captivating eyes, and a straight nose, his handsome face was as perfect as a masterpiece under the best plastic surgeon's hands.

She thought it reasonable for a man to have plastic surgery if he chose this job.

"Come on, let me in!" She was a little displeased. This man was topless with only a bath towel around his lower body and seemed to have waited long for her. But he leaned against the door frame and looked her up and down as if she was a thief.

All right, he managed to make himself more attractive this way.

With a pout, she pushed the man aside and staggered into the room for the big soft bed in the middle.

"Come over here!"

She collapsed spreadeagled onto the bed and supported her head with a hand. Then, she crooked a finger at him.

His brows deeply furrowed, he walked up to the bed and looked down at the woman who invaded his territory.

"Who are you?"

His tone was as cold as his eyes. Miley was stunned, but then her smile became even wider. "Oh? You want to know who I am? Do the money boys nowadays all so arrogant?"

Money boys? The man's face was dark with anger.

After a brief gaze at him, she jumped out of the bed and threw her arms around him. Then, she grasped his bath towel and poked his nose.

"Remember, I'm Roy Shawn's fiancée, his future wife. Remember?"

Patting his face with her cold hand, she grinned from ear to ear.

"Roy Shawn? Roy Shawn from Milroy Advertising?" The man gripped her wrist and asked with a frown.

She blinked and said unhappily, "Why do you have so many questions? Are you checking my identity? Isn't it enough to pay you money? Do you have any professional ethics?"

Her lips puckered, she pulled his bath towel away directly.

The man gasped, but then he lifted her chin with a captivating smile. "Mrs. Shawn, are you sure you want to court death?"

"Court death? Good, let me die now."

Miley murmured and stood on tiptoe to kiss his lips.

Feeling her softness with the bouquet, the man lowered down his eyelids and yet remained unmoved. But the next second, she entangled him with her arms just like vines...

She didn't get undressed, from which he could tell she was a conservative type. But her movements were so bold and seductive that he could barely hold it.

"All right, Mrs. Shawn, I can satisfy your need."

With a light laugh, he scooped up the woman who was clinging to him like an octopus and strode to the dreamy bed...

The next day, Miley opened her eyes and was dazzled by strong light. The sun was shining outside, while the room...

It was filled with scents of hormones.

Thinking of what had happened last night, she had a cold shiver and sat up. After looking around, she sighed with relief. To be honest, if she hadn't drunk a bottle of drugged wine, she wouldn't have done this so boldly. Fortunately, that money boy was sensible and had left before she woke up. Otherwise, she would feel more than embarrassed.

Trembling, she crawled out of bed and gave him a negative score in her mind. Why was it a negative one? It didn't mean that he was incapable. Instead, he was so capable that she could hardly stand up now, which made her unsatisfied...

Standing by the bed, she was stunned to notice a red spot on the white sheet. She had maintained her virginity for five years and never expected herself to lose it in this way. How pathetic!

When she calmed down and looked away, she saw a note on the nightstand.

She took it up and soon exploded with rage.