Chapter 3 Slept with the Wrong Man

Anna, in a moment of intoxicated boldness, reached out to touch the man's cheek. Seeing that he did not resist, she gently lifted the corners of his lips, sculpting them into a smile.

"You look good when you smile. Don't keep a straight face all the time; you'll scare away the guests."

Guests? She actually mistook him for a male escort. Hidden in the shadows, the man's deep black eyes darkened with intrigue.

He began to size her up-long legs, a slender waist, stunning features, and flawless fair skin. Her thick, wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, making her already petite face appear even smaller.

Her eyes were slightly hazy, carrying a seductive charm, yet within that allure, there was also an unexpected hint of innocence.

He had seen plenty of beautiful women, yet he had to admit-when it came to both appearance and figure, she surpassed them all. She was a rare gem.

He had a severe obsession with cleanliness and had never let a woman get close to him in years. Normally, had she drunkenly stumbled into his room, he would have kicked her out without hesitation.

But perhaps because he was in a rare good mood today, he didn't send her away. Instead, he decided to amuse himself and see what game she was trying to play.

"Your lips are soft and delicate; they must be wonderful to kiss." With that, she leaned in and pressed her lips against his, her hands wandering across his body.

Countless women had thrown themselves at him, using every trick in the book to seduce him, yet he remained unmoved.

But this woman, with her clumsy and unpracticed kisses, somehow managed to stir ripples in his heart.

He suddenly grasped her wrist, flipped her underneath him, and said in a deep, husky voice, "Is that all you've got?"

His taunting words ignited Anna's competitive spirit. She boldly slipped her hand under his shirt, exploring his firm muscles without restraint.

Seeing the dangerous glint in his eyes, Anna sobered up slightly and suddenly wanted to retreat. "I... I regret this."

She attempted to push herself up from his chest in a fluster.

But before she could escape, he caught her and pulled her back into his arms, his voice indifferent yet dominant.

"Flirting and running away? Not that easy!"

The next second, he lifted her chin and captured her lips in a wild, demanding kiss.

Anna's heart pounded violently, her breath hitching under his overwhelming presence. Unable to resist, a soft moan escaped her lips.

He froze for a moment, his dark eyes clouded with raw desire. His lips trailed from her nose to her lips and further down, with an unstoppable intensity.

Anna glanced at the slightly open door, her cheeks burning. She placed her hands on his chest, whispering breathlessly, "Not here..."

Reality snapped back into him. He stood up, scooped her into his arms, carried her into the inner room, and locked the door.

Soon, the floor was littered with scattered clothing and shoes, while heavy breaths intertwined in the dimly lit space.

When Anna opened her eyes again, the man beside her was still asleep. Moving cautiously, she slipped out from his embrace, suppressing the ache in her body and the pounding headache from last night's drinking.

She sat up and turned her gaze toward the sleeping man.

He had a face that could bring gods and mortals alike to ruin-broad shoulders, a sculpted waist, and abs chiseled to perfection. Women would go crazy for a man like him. When he was quiet, he exuded an intimidating and refined aura. But when he teased, he was like an irresistible seducer-a living, breathing temptation.

She suddenly felt that giving her first time to this man was not a loss.

But for something like a one-night stand, Anna was clear-headed enough. She had tasted the pleasure; that was enough.

Moving carefully, she got out of bed, hurriedly put on her torn dress, and glanced at the man's phone on the nightstand. A thought crossed her mind.

Taking a gamble, she picked it up and found-no password!

She swiftly opened his payment app, transferred 500,000 yuan to herself, and even left a note.

She recalled Sarah mentioning this price last night-it was enough to buy a Mercedes-Benz sedan.

She didn't want to sleep with him for free.

Using Albert's money to pay for a night with another man gave her a strange sense of satisfaction.

Feeling much better, she cast the man one last glance before walking out of the room without looking back.

When the man woke up, he instinctively turned to his side, only to find the woman long gone.

Pulling back the covers, his gaze darkened at the sight of the red stain on the sheets.

He prided himself on his self-control. For years, no woman had ever stirred his emotions. But last night... was an exception.

She had a strangely calming scent, one that made him feel at ease.

For a man who suffered from severe insomnia, he had never slept so soundly before.

He picked up his phone and saw the money transfer and the note she left behind.

"I was very satisfied last night. This is what you deserve."

His fingers tightened around the phone, his expression turning cold and menacing.

She treated him like a male escort? Had her fun and then left?!

His jaw clenched, his icy aura intensifying as he dialed a number.

Soon, his assistant arrived with a fresh set of clothes.

Walking out of the shower, he had already restored his usual aloof, noble demeanor, as if last night's events had never happened.

Buttoning up his shirt, he commanded in a cold voice, "Find out everything about that woman."

"Yes, President William."

"President William, the Madam called earlier. She wants you to attend next week's banquet. She also said that if you refuse, she will personally come to fetch you."

William's eyes darkened, but he said nothing.

Anna left Noble Club and checked into a nearby hotel to get some sleep.

By the time she woke up again, the sun was high in the sky.

Dragging her sore body into the bathroom, she saw the marks all over her skin.

Memories of last night's passion flooded back, making her cheeks flush.

Turning the shower to a cooler temperature, she let the cold water wash over her, easing both her physical discomfort and her scattered emotions.

Thirty minutes later, she not only felt physically refreshed but also mentally clear.

Noticing a series of missed calls on her phone, she dialed Sarah back.

The call connected instantly.

"Anna! Why are you only calling me now? The manager went looking for you last night, but you were gone! Your phone was off! I was about to report you missing to the police! Where the hell did you go?"

Anna's brows furrowed. So... the man she slept with last night wasn't the male escort the manager arranged?

She had slept with the wrong man.

Then... who exactly was he?

"Sarah, I'm at Empire Hotel. Let's meet. Also, bring me a change of clothes-mine got ripped."

Thirty minutes later, at Blue Mountain Café next to Empire Hotel.

Sarah sipped her coffee while listening to Anna's story.

When Anna finished, Sarah's eyes lit up like fireworks.

She gave Anna a big thumbs-up.

"Girl, you're savage! You did the right thing-that scumbag Albert deserved a taste of his own medicine!"

After a moment's pause, Sarah arched a brow and asked curiously, "Wait... you said he was way hotter than Albert? Anna, I trust your taste. But who the hell is this guy? Why have I never seen him at Noble Club before?"