Chapter 1 Give Me A Man

"Have you ever had sex, Bethany?"

Bethany Holt, away on a business trip and having had a little wine, lay in her hotel bed, on the verge of drifting off to sleep. However, as soon as she closed her eyes, the words of her best friend, Aimee Bates, replayed in her mind.

"It's amazing, Bethany. You should sleep with a handsome guy while you're still young! Or, you can always 'play' with yourself. Don't be shy. I highly recommend dabbling in porn while you're at it."

Bethany giggled to herself, unable to recall how she had replied to Aimee.

At this moment, Bethany was so drunk that her delicate face flushed bright red, her thick hair spread out across the sheers like seaweed.

In a month, she would turn twenty-six-and in all her years on this earth, she never had a boyfriend. She hadn't even kissed a man yet, let alone have sex.

It wasn't the first time Aimee had suggested it, but today, Bethany suddenly felt an inexplicable desire awakening inside of her-perhaps due to the copious amounts of alcohol she had partaken.

Bethany sat up in bed as this strange, new feeling grew unbearable.

Subconsciously, she licked her dry lips and grabbed her phone. Having taken out her contact lenses, her vision was blurred and she couldn't see the screen clearly, but when she saw the familiar surname of her best friend, she tapped on it and sent her a message.

"Send me porn recommendations. I'm in the mood to watch something dirty."

Seconds later, she received a reply. "?"

Bethany frowned and, still drunk, joked, "Don't play ignorant! Either send me porn or send me a hot guy. I'm in Room 1501."

She even playfully added a kiss emoji at the end.

After hitting send, Bethany waited expectantly for a reply, only to be met with crickets. Just as she was about to get out of bed for some water, the doorbell suddenly rang.

She didn't think too much of it and walked right over. After all, Aimee wouldn't actually send a man to her room in the middle of the night, would she?

As soon as she opened the door, Bethany went as stiff as a board.

"Mr. Bates?"

He seemed to have just taken a shower. His short hair was still dripping wet, and he was wearing nothing but a black silk robe, exposing several dark numbers on his sunken collarbone.

Bethany could clearly see his well-defined abdominal muscles, disappearing into a defined V-line.

Because of his tall and strong frame, he towered over her and practically blocked the doorway. His handsome face was partially obscured in the darkness, his eyes no longer as indifferent and detached as usual. Instead, he looked like a hungry beast, staring at its prey.

"Mr. Bates, what can I do for-"

Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a pair of big hands grabbing the back of her head. The next second, she felt his rough lips pressed against hers.

Bethany could taste the sickly sweetness of wine on his tongue.

Before she could understand what was happening, she was thrown on the bed and the man climbed on top of her. She was wearing a white nightdress, which further ignited the man's desire.

It was obvious that Jonathan Bates was drunk. Otherwise, why would the CEO of Ensson Corporation come to a lowly assistant's hotel room?

Bethany's first instinct was to fight back, but all of a sudden, she stopped struggling. It was her first time being with a man. Her alcohol-addled brain started to consider that maybe sleeping with such a handsome, rich, and powerful one would be a good thing.

Jonathan wouldn't remember who she was, just like how he didn't remember that they were seat mates in junior high for nearly a year.

As a low-level assistant at the company, Bethany rarely crossed paths with their CEO. No one would ever believe that she had slept with him.

After mulling over it for a few seconds, she finally plucked up the courage to wrap her arms around his neck in the moonlight.