Mr. President, Please Love Me

Located in the center of B city, Wonderland Bar Street was a paradise for young people to pursue pleasure and one of the famous landmarks in B city. As night fell, the sound of drunken dreams was intertwined with the light and wine.

Today marked the official graduation of Martha Evans and Amanda Young from university, and finally, they could step into the society for happy adventures. The two sisters decided to have a rare party on the bar street.

Late in the night, Martha Evans stumbled out of the bar: "Amanda? Where are you?" Her drunk almond-shaped eyes narrowed, she held against a car. As the alcohol immediately played its role, her brain seemed to get muddled up with a great pile of paste. She squatted and heaved her guts out for a while beside the car.

With the sumptuous dinner vomited up, Martha Evans patted her chest for the feeling of the stomach turned upside down to die down, but the eyelids seemed to be hanging with a thousand pounds of lead. Now that she had drunk and eaten to her fullest, she should go home and sleep.

"Taxi! Taxi!" She hailed.

Her hazy eyes saw several cars flying by. "All ignored me, damn it!" The body shook unsteadily against a car parked by the road.

"Hey, there is one here." Martha Evans smirked as if she found the New World. She opened the car door awkwardly and slammed it shut.

"Please go to No. 5 Neton Road." She murmured and fell asleep directly in the back seat.

In a half-asleep state, she was supported by a powerful arm to the sofa in the room. Martha Evans said indistinctly: "Well, Amanda, I want water."

The powerful arm thoughtfully lifted her up and sent the cool water into her mouth.

"Hot, it is so hot." After she merrily licked her lips, she felt hot all over again, desperately pulling her clothes. The body she was snuggling up suddenly stiffened.

The alcohol caused the heat of her body to sharply rise. As her body sweated, she wanted to take a bath.

God was so kind to her. A clear spring appeared in front of her the moment she wanted to bathe. Her two plump and cherry lips compressed slightly, evoking a contented arc.

She threw herself at the cold spring.

Suddenly, the clear spring disappeared.

Huh? Where was the spring? Just in doubt, the spring appeared again at once. However, when she reached out for it, it disappeared again in an instant.

"Don't do this, I need you." She shouted softly.

The clear spring fell from the sky again, and this time she tiptoed towards it: "Hee-hee, dear, don't run, I'm coming!"

The spring fell to the ground and was pressed down by her.

A touch of slight coolness spread on her cherry lips ...

"Hmm" hummed in a coquettish manner. Half dreamy and half-drunk, she unconsciously knitted her slender eyebrows and hugged tightly the muscular body on her, like a baby looking for shelter.

Just like Eve eating the forbidden fruit, she thought confusedly that she must have been so comfortable in the spring that she had an erotic dream ...

As her bleary eyes opened slightly, a scene of strangeness filled the blurred vision.

The gorgeous chandelier hung on the high and white ceiling. To the left sight, a few rays of warm sunlight scattered on the floor and her body through the gap of the floor curtains.

With frowned eyebrows, she felt that her waist was sore and painful as if she just participated in physical labor. Suddenly shocked, she jumped from the bed.

There were no clothes on her?

The hangover suddenly wore off by this heavy blow. She had another looking around. The entire room was neatly and cleanly furnished with sofas and coffee tables opposite the bed. It seemed to be a hotel room.

There were the messy quilt on the bed and her scattered clothes on the ground beside the sofa.

Martha Evans seemed to be poured by a basin of cold water from head to toe. Er, what, what was going on?

No matter how she racked her brain, she could only get one result. Was she forced to have a one-night stand?

No, it was impossible. How could she have a one-night stand with others?

She compelled herself to calm down and tried to remember what happened last night. After having a good meal with Amanda, the two went to the bar for drinking and following spree. They finished the two dozen beers they ordered. Later, what happened later?

NO! She blacked out, and her mind seemed to turn into mush. She could not remember a thing. What should she do?

Scratching her throat anxiously, she felt hungry and thirsty. With herself wrapped around a sheet, she walked to the water dispenser and poured a glass of water into her mouth. The cool water moistened her throat.

She felt relaxed and fresh after drinking water. Suddenly she remembered that she seemed to have an exotic dream last night?

Those indistinct pictures flashed in her mind. Her face turning red, the heat quickly burned to the base of her ear.

Was that a dream or Was it real?

If it was real? Or if it was not real?

When she glanced out of the corner of her eye at the bright red somewhere on the thin quilt, the cup slipped from the hand, slammed down on the ground and shattered.

She pulled the quilt up with her shaking hands. Looking at the red piece, she only felt her mind exploded with a bang.

She crazily rushed into the restroom and put on her myopic glasses. Only then did she find that those kiss marks were blooming like dark red flowers all over her body.

"Ah!" Her brain went bland and the shock blinded her.

God! She has really been deflowered!

Martha Evans rented a small rental house on the outskirts of city B.

"Martha Evans! Get up! You have been lying on the bed like a corpse for two days and nights. What's going on with you?" yelled unbearably her cohabiting bosom friend Amanda. She pulled the fossilized human Martha Evans out of the quilt.

Martha Evans wore a pair of dark circles, a pile of bird's nest-like hair, and a set of loose pajamas with covered her petite body: "Amanda, I have thought for two days and nights, but I still can't remember anything!" She grabbed her hair in a mad way and looked like she wanted to hit the wall with her head.

She couldn't remember anything at all, let alone who brought her to the hotel! Asshole, he ran away after he took my virginity while remaining a total stranger to me. How could he!

Amanda grabbed her shoulders with both hands: "Martha Evans, tell me, did you met something? Are you bullied by someone? Tell me, I will help you vent your anger!"

Wearing aggrieved expressions, Martha Evans fell into Yao Amanda's arms: "Amanda, my, my chastity."

"Chastity?" Amanda scratched her hair, with question marks around her head.

"The chastity I guarded for twenty-four years was taken away!" Martha Evans wailed at the ceiling.

"What? Who is so courageous! Who made you finally come around! After being single for so many years, you finally find your happiness. Martha, as a good sister, I am really touched and tell me who he is. I should reward him for a good treat. " Amanda pretended to wipe her tears.

Burying her head in the quilt, Martha Evans was about to cry: "I don't know who he is ..."

At the most prosperous area in city B where an inch of land valued thousand inches of gold, sat the Raymond Group who owned the city.

Raymond Group has been listed as one of the top ten outstanding enterprises across the country this year. Its assets and performance have been rising at a rocket-like rate every year. Growing from real estate, the group extended its business to more industries. Its status as the leading enterprises in city B or even in China is well deserved.

The figure who was too high to touch at the top of this pyramid is said to be Raymond Holmes.

Raymond's well-known deeds were familiar to everyone in City B. For Martha Evans, such man of the hour would always be the kind of character that can only be seen in newspapers and magazines.

He could be like heaven to touch.

But she was not reconciled. She was somewhat also a young woman who had just graduated from university with ambitious ambitions to build up her career. Thus, she sent her resume to Raymond Group's recruitment mailbox.

She graduated from a non-prestigious university with a rather weak family background where her parents worked as a fisherman. As comelier as she was, such appearance gave no edge at all to her over those numerous glamorous and flirtatious pretty in city B. After all, there were too many white-skinned and wealthy pretty with extraordinary diplomacy and profound family background who knew how to dress up these days.

However, Martha Evans thought herself as a person with aspirations. So, this time she won't cease to fight.

As expected, the resume that was thought to be a dead letter got a reply after three days: Sorry, you do not meet our recruitment requirements.

The result made her disheartened. She refused to accept such a rejection.

So, Martha Evans, who never gave up, decided to recommend himself. It was nothing wrong to win herself a chance.

This magnificent building of the Raymond Group is 58 stories high, inside which Martha Evans was stumped by the receptionist on the first floor.

"Miss, you can't go up without an appointment."

"Please, I have an interview up there. Please let me go up." Although Martha Evans put on her pitiful appearance, she knew that such trick of pretending to be pitiful was of no use to a woman.

"Which manager asked you to come?"

"Uh, uh, ah! That's right, President Holmes."

Surprised at first, the lady at the front desk showed suspicion and contempt after thinking about it: "Miss, our President never mind such trivial matters as recruiting."

Martha Evans supported the black-rimmed glasses on the nose bridge and felt that she took a wrong move. She didn't find a good way before she came today. Now she was asked dumbly and was debunked.

Her not-so-smart brain operated quickly. Facing the disgust and contempt looks of several "sturdy" front desk ladies, her face was slightly heated.

At this moment, she didn't feel at all that a scorching eye from somewhere behind her was staring at her.

"Chris, take her up, I'm going to interview her in person." The man who wore a sapphire blue suit more amazingly than the model grinned with an obscure smile at the corner of his mouth and said to the assistant beside him.

"President, it..." Chris Carter was shocked. When did the President take care of recruiting talent? It was his legendary boss who could make millions in a minute.

"Never ask why." The man left the sentence indifferently and turned to the elevator.

While Martha Evans was also still trying to force herself to fight again, the expressions of the ladies at the front desk instantly turned respectful, of course, to someone behind her.

"Assistant Carter, good morning." Just in an flash, all of them smiled like pretty and coquettish flowers.

Acting like a leader, Chris Carter pointed at Martha Evans: "This person, I want to take her."

Before she hadn't responded, Martha Evans was invited like in a dream to the highest level of the "Pyramid", which is the conference room of the office of the President, accompanied by the dumbfounded looks on the ladies at the front desk.

"Miss Wen, please wait for a moment. The President will be here later." Chris Carter said politely and retreated.

Martha Evans felt quite thrilled as she had just made that up, but to her surprise the assistant Carter just believed her?

Hold on, was their President the legendary big shot, Raymond Holmes?