My Crazy Girl: As Long As You Love Me

As a hotel of worldwide fame, counted among the best of the bests, celebrities and kingpins were guests here often enough. Frankly speaking, even the bare minimum expenditure spent here could have easily eaten up at least half-a-year's salary of any typical person.

Being a renowned hotel, it was also home to a myriad of luxury banquets. For instance, even today, an elegant and beautifully decorated banquet was being held.

An exquisite red carpet was laid down outside the hotel to receive high-profile guests. Branded top-class luxury cars kept arriving and stopping one after another at the hotel gate, and camera flashlights were kept busy flashing constantly to try to capture the pictures of honored guests. Well dressed and dignified guests were streaming out of the luxury cars; there were even VIP guests followed by personal bodyguards.

It was not a mystery to find out who could hold such an expensive event with such impressive flamboyance. Someone who was able to so easily command the full attention of all the high profile VIPs, while being able to make people delighted and women captivated with himself, this phenomenal person was named Nehemiah Mo.

While his name might make you mistake him for a sophisticated man, in reality he was akin to a devil by his true personality

In the business world, he was notoriously known as "the man who frightened even devils". Any business he took an interest in, became his. Any person who dared to object and get in his way, never lived long enough to see the rising sun of the next day.

He was secretly dubbed as "devil director" in the entertainment industry by many stars. As famous as he was, his irritable attitude was just as well-known. Even though being a director was just a hobby to him, his movies ended up awarding many of the stars overnight fame.

The banquet held today was especially for his latest movie shooting, and as usual for his films, the scene was spectacularly grandiose. Everyone lucky enough to have been invited to the event was glowing with enthusiasm and beaming at each other. Those that found a way to cotton up to Nehemiah, usually found an easy way to the top, just by profiting off of their relationship.

Before the banquet could begin in earnest, Nehemiah calmly walked over to the stage in confident deliberate strides. Noticing this, all the guests present in the banquet appeared to collectively hold their breath for a while.

Nehemiah may have been young enough to not even be of thirty years of age, but his mysteriously deep eyes and alluring charm were irresistible for anyone that encountered him.

'What an attractive man! His handsomeness is even beyond the scope of my imagination!' thought Cara Mu.

While asking for her keys to the waiter, she felt a bubbling attraction within herself looking at the gorgeous face of the devil director. One could see the respect and awe filling her eyes solely towards the devil.

"Even when both of us are just people in the end, how can there be such vast differences? As the proverb goes, when God closes a door for you, only to open a window for you later on. But looking at the attractive man on the stage! He somehow seems to have everything! Not only is the man gorgeous, but also quite wealthy and powerful as well," Cara muttered mostly to herself.

With a disappointed sigh, Cara took out her bank card to pay for her room for the night and paid about a half-year of her income. She had gotten a chance to see Nehemiah, which was a once-in-a-life-time opportunity for her. Even after she had paid her fee, she just stood there, quietly contemplative and appreciative of the scenery before her.

Even spending a single night in this hotel cost her about a half-year's wage, if not for the necessity induced by her work, she wouldn't even have bothered attending the banquet.

Even the receptionist seemed transfixed watching the unparalleled charm of Nehemiah's face. Her eyes were glued to Nehemiah, even as she handed Cara her room card.

"Here are the keys to your room. Delicious food and beverages will be procured directly to your room," the receptionist said absentmindedly while tracking the handsome man through her eyes.

As she received her room card, Cara felt sad to think that this little unassuming card cost her almost half of her annual income. Of course, it was impossible for someone used to an ordinary lifestyle like her to consume food costing around 30 thousand dollars!

Around the same time as Cara's mental dilemma, the man on stage took a calm glance around the audience and cleared his throat.

He spoke with a deep and sonorous voice, "I just want to make a few things clear with a brief speech. First of all, any investor demanding the naming rights should be ready to offer at least 300 million dollars." The cold gaze of Nehemiah swept over the audience as he spoke further. "Secondly, if any actor tries to play games with me after having agreed to the film, will be shut out completely from the entertainment circle. Thirdly, if any actress tries to become popular by attempting inappropriate means then they're free to approach me, but before doing so, it would be prudent for you to properly weigh all the pros and cons of your choice, as I will show no mercy."

Having finished speaking, the man on the stage held the cold expression on his face, the people in the audience felt a chill up their spine while watching at his deep-set eyes. It was evident, however, that someone with as influential a background as his could only speak so candidly. It could be inferred that his words, however bold, were at least honest.

"Well, that's perhaps the only time I've had the pleasure to hear someone boldly and shamelessly announce the implicit dirty rules of entertainment industry out in the open. The entertainment industry has become so messy these days,"

Cara muttered, mostly to herself as she waved her hand dismissively. She cast a glance at her room card and walked towards the top floor. Thunderous applause could already be heard coming from the area of the banquet.

"It should be around here!" Cara said to herself, taking a hesitant glance at the room card in her hand, as the elevator came to a stop.

Only one room occupied the entire top floor. Cara went ahead and tried her card, opening the only door, after having reconfirmed the number of the card.

Her lips curled upwards as she entered inside the luxurious room, "Wow Now this is what you call an international top-of-the-line hotel."

Cara spoke quietly to herself in a longing sigh and looked around the room. The decorations in the room were quite grand. The decorations, furniture and appliances in the room were of such high grade that she hadn't seen them anywhere other than popular luxury and lifestyle magazines.

It can be said that it was more of a high class well-decorated home than just a hotel suite.

'This place truly is extraordinary' Cara thought to herself.

Everything one might need was already present in the room.

Like a naive village girl who hadn't ever had the luxury of laying eyes upon such a glamorous sight, her eyes kept dancing around in her sockets to ultimately land on the bar counter. The counter was lavishly decorated with diamond inlays and some of the best wines in the world were placed on the counter.

"I have already spent half my annual income, suffering through great pain to be finally up here, I might as well consume a lot of expensive food and wine to make up for my lost wage." Cara muttered to herself gazing with thirst at the bar counter.

She picked up the most expensive looking wine bottle, poured the wine in the crystal glass, took a contented sigh, and then kept drinking one after another.

It turned out that she was surely a lightweight drinker. The impact of the red wine finally hit her all at once and her face got flushed while her eyes turned misty.

"I feel a little bit dizzy. I may need to take a nap for a while" muttered Cara drunkenly.

Gingerly holding her delicate body upright, she walked aiming towards the soft pillow on the bed. She leaned back to lay on the bed for a while, gazing up at the grandly decorated ceiling, soon enough her eyes fluttered close and the sound of gentle breathing could be heard.

In the meanwhile, the receptionist downstairs was in a great state of distress. It was almost time for the shift change, checking the spare room card for the presidential suite was a routine usually needed to be followed. The only problem being, after she checked for the spare room card for the presidential suite on the top floor, she found out that it was missing. The distressing part was the fact that it was the room allotted to none other than Nehemiah!

'Oh my God' the receptionist worriedly thought to herself, her forehead was drenched with beads of sweats.

In a state of distress and anxiety, she decided that this matter needed to be kept a secret from her superiors or she would be fired without a doubt.

As for Nehemiah, he got up and left for his room right after the party.

Nehemiah, the real owner of the presidential suite of this hotel, was left entirely stunned as he opened the door to his room using his card. Upon looking at the state of the room, the fact was obvious that someone had intruded into the room. The faint fragrance of the aromatic wine was filling up the room, coming from the recently opened bottle sitting on top of the counter.

'No one had ever dared enter this room without my permission. How did the situation develop to this stage?' Nehemiah thought to himself.

Nehemiah squinted his eyes and started taking steps around the room with his long legs, trying to find the source of the situation. He wanted to see who could dare to mess around in his private suite.

He followed the trail of mess left behind by the intruder, smelling the fragrance in the room. When he found the girl sleeping contently on the bed, his eyes froze and turned dangerous with the cold fury of the dark emperor.

'So, is this the girl looking to sleep her way to the top?' Nehemiah thought to himself in a brooding mood sullenly.

Nehemiah gently stroked Cara's face with his soft and slender hands as she slept peacefully.

'Lovely. You have such smooth skin and distinct features. Your pretty little face will make you famous one day, '

he thought to himself as if he was talking about some kind of merchandise. Nehemiah was fairly certain that she would've woken up soon. After all, his words had indicated that he had accepted her way of offering herself in exchange of a spot in his new movie.

However, the girl laid motionless on the bed, except from the subtle movements of her mouth as if she had dreamt about eating something. The corner of her mouth moved ever so slightly, and painted a delicate smile from her red lips.

Cara used to handle her alcohol well-- which meant that normally, she had enough self-control not to do anything embarrassing even when she was really drunk. But she was unaware that a predator eyed her from a distance almost as if she was a prey that needed to be conquered.

"Oh you want to play games with me?"

The lack of response from the beauty on the bed did nothing but entice Nehemiah more. His brows furrowed, and highlighted his pair of deep-set eyes that narrowed into slits as he continued to stare at her.

Being a rich business tycoon and a head director of a company, he was no stranger to sexual innuendos thrown at him by attractive women. Although, only a few managed to catch his eyes. This included only a limited number of elegant women who were born into rich families, or pretty girls who were part of the entertainment industry.

Anyway, Nehemiah was used to the kind of attention that he constantly received.

"I know you're just pretending to sleep. Get up."

"Stop talking. I just wanna sleep!"

"Stop talking. I just wanna sleep!"

She remained unfazed despite Nehemiah who sounded so cold and serious. In fact, his voice only added to her annoyance when it woke her up from her light slumber.

"Oh? I see. You're quite a good actress."

Nehemiah chuckled. He knew Cara did that on purpose to rile him up. Otherwise, how could she be that affected over hearing him talk?

And it didn't seem like a coincidence that she got really drunk and still managed to find her way to the top and slept in his room.

Cara moved ever so slightly, which snapped him out from his thoughts. By now, her coat had already fallen off, which exposed the camisole she wore underneath. Nehemiah couldn't help but gulp at the sight of her petite frame, soft skin, and the silhouette of her delicate breasts just lightly covered by her top. He felt his body heating up and his gaze was pierced her with lust.

In Nehemiah's mind, he believed that the woman in front of him was just pretending to be drunk. There were two possible reasons why she showed up like this. First, someone tried to spy on him and thought that sending a beautiful girl to his room would get the job done. Second, this woman just wanted to use him to get famous. He could've easily solved both of the situations using his influence and power. Besides, no one would dare to anger a lion in his own den. Besides, no one would dare to anger a lion in his own den.

Seeing a face that held so much beauty just sleeping in front of him was something else. Nehemiah would definitely enjoy doing to her the things he normally did with other women.

Without a missed beat, he swooped the woman into his arms and said, "Let's take a bath together."

His voice became significantly deeper and coarse.

Her eyes remained shut, which made her look more fragile and beautiful. Her delicate features were highlighted by the dim yellow light from the room and the faint image of her caught Nehemiah off-guard every time.

His gaze at her deepened every passing second.

In the bathroom, Nehemiah turned the tap water on to fill the bathtub. His eyes were consumed with fire, and his heart pounded hard with so much anticipation.

"You nymphet!"

He slowly lowered her body down into the bathtub, but she was still very much drunk and unable to hold her head up. She would've drowned if he let go of her body. Nehemiah held her slender waist with one hand and chuckled with amusement, "You really are a dedicated actress."

Cara let out a satisfied sigh as she enjoyed soaking in the pleasantly warm water.

She moaned softly.

The sound she let out completely enamored Nehemiah. He could no longer restrain himself from acting on his impulses.

"You are such a tease."

The man couldn't control himself anymore and pressed his body against hers on the edge of the bathtub.

"..."

The alcohol started to wear out from Cara's system and snapped her back into reality.

She was taken aback when she opened her eyes and saw a man's face leaned so close to her.

The delicate girl laid there in pain and unmoving, with tears welled up in her eyes.

It never crossed Nehemiah's mind that this girl was still a virgin.

"Woman, if you serve me well, I will give you everything you want. Money and luxury cars-- anything!"

Despite her protests, Nehemiah still thought she was just putting on a show to tempt him even more. He proceeded to thrust his cock into her vagina and built up his speed. The man never knew how to make love to a woman gently. He was too consumed by his selfish desires and his throbbing cock ached from the sensation he felt.

With all the strength she could muster, Cara managed to slap him across his face.

"Asshole!"

Cara cried out with fear in her eyes.

Nehemiah squinted his eyes, which signaled that he was annoyed at her. He grabbed her hair with one hand with so much force that she couldn't slip away from his grasp. "Stop pretending that you're not enjoying this. The more you struggle, the harder I will pin you down."

"It hurts!"

Cara exclaimed, sounding almost defeated.

The pain was excruciating and rendered her weak.

"Disgusting! You are a monster. I will sue you and expose you on the Internet! I swear I will ruin your reputation!" Cara yelled. It wasn't how she envisioned her night to go at all.

"Oh?" Nehemiah smiled at Cara. "So that's what you were planning?"

Grabbing Cara with a sinister smile, Nehemiah made a sudden, violent thrust into her. She felt unbearable pain surge through her. Her eyes watered at the contact. Not long after he leaned over her ear and whispered coldly, "You want to report me, don't you? Sue me? I dare you to try. I'd be so curious to see who would take your side during your court case." Tears continued to well up in her eyes as Nehemiah continued his movements, "In fact, I'd also like to see which websites would be willing to put up your story."

At this very moment, he was worse than the devil himself. She refused to believe a man like him could be any less than a demon.

The man was powerful. He came from a very prominent background. No matter how evil he was, he could get away scot free by moving money in the right direction. As she thought of this, all the fight left Cara's body. Her legs grew weak and her body numb as Nehemiah forced himself onto her.

The events that occurred this night would be the source of her nightmares for years to come.

Eventually Nehemiah fell asleep after getting his fill. While he was sleeping, Cara gritted her teeth through the pain coursing through her body, and struggled out of bed after he finished using her body.

He may have had a great time. But for Cara, it was a horrifying memory beyond her wildest imagination.

How she wished it was just a bad dream. All she was supposed to do was interview a star! There was no way anyone could have predicted this to happen. Cara involuntarily shivered at the memory of what happened.

"It doesn't matter what you want, or what you feel about the matter. I love the way your skin feels against my own. From now on you belong to me."

His devilish voice echoed in her ears. It shook her to her core.

"No! Please stop it! I don't want this! Stop!"

"No one can say no in front of me!" Nehemiah responded emphatically. The memories of what happened just moments prior replayed in her mind over and over.

Cara picked up her scattered articles of clothing on the floor and put on her clothes. She tiptoed towards the door and quietly slipped out of the room. As the door to the room closed, she quickly sprinted towards the elevator and began pressing the button multiple times. The elevator doors opened with a ding. She scurried inside. As she hit the button to the ground floor, she recalled the words Nehemiah said to her earlier that day.

There was no way she'd believe what he said.

Cara knew that there had to be someone out there who would take her side. He would be met with justice. If she pressed the case then she should find some people who would believe in her story.

But it was her word against Nehemiah's. His words replayed in her head. No one would dare go against him. He held too much influence over other people. But she made up her mind. With a quiet resolve, she came to a decision. She'd at least have to try.

The next day rolled around as the sun filtered in through the window and landed on the sleeping form of Nehemiah.

He opened his eyes and squinted at the beam of light that had awoken him from his slumber.

Taking a look around the room he realized that the woman he had his way with the night prior had left without his knowing. "She left!" he exclaimed.

His knuckles turned white as he gripped the sheets where she lay the night prior, his teeth gritting. 'I won't let her just get away like that. I'll never let my prey get away.' he thought.

He slowly rose from the bed and went to dress himself for the day. He left his room with an air of confidence and grace. Quite the opposite of how he presented himself the night prior.

"Ah, Mr. Nehemiah! I'm terribly sorry for what happened the night prior. I gave the spare key to your room to a woman named Cara Mu yesterday. I apologize, it was my mistake! It won't happen again." The receptionist bowed apologetically.

Nehemiah didn't pay attention to the rest of what the receptionist was saying.

'As it turns out, she wasn't here to sleep her way to the top after all. Nor was she sent by someone else to frame me.' He walk to his car and opened the door. It was all just a coincidence she was there at that moment.

After learning the truth, Nehemiah walked with a slight pep in his step. A slight smile crept onto his face. She mesmerized him with her beauty and temperament. Despite only making love once, she had him entranced. Her soft skin. The pleasure he felt from her body. It must have been fate. Perhaps she was heaven-sent. God had delivered his soul-mate right into his arms.

He took out his phone and dialed a number. "George, wait for me in my villa."

"Yes, sir. Right away."

Two hours later.

In a detached garden villa located in Moonlight Bay.

Sat in the center of a resplendent room was a man elegantly smoking a cigar held in between two slender fingers. He seemed almost enveloped in an aura of cold nobility. A knock was heard from the door across the room. Not long after a middle-aged man dressed in a black suit entered the room.

"Boss."

The middle-aged man walked over and bowed respectfully.

"Go and fetch me the surveillance footage from outside the top presidential suite yesterday and find the woman who entered it. I need to know her identity. Send someone to keep an eye on her."

Nehemiah brought the cigar to his lips. His stormy eyes clouded in darkness. He spoke with a deep, sinister look on his face. One could almost mistake him for the devil himself.

"Yes, boss,"

the middle-aged man replied as he retreated from the opulent room. An evil, yet devilishly attractive smile broke out on Nehemiah's face. "That woman was the most delicious meal I've had yet. I must have her again."

Curiosity and interest danced along his bottomless gaze. The softness of her lips... the sweetness of her body's fragrance... the way she gazed at him with her tear-filled eyes. He sat up a little straighter as his body gave the most honest reaction.

At the Fortune Press Agency...

A woman in a black shirt walked into the general manager's office wearing black-rimmed glasses across her nose. She looked exhausted. It appeared as if she did not have the time, nor the energy to look her best.

In her hands, she held the report that she had written overnight. She strode into the office and said, "Sir, you need "Boss, please read this news." read this."