My Husband, Treat Me Well

The 22nd birthday party of the five-star hotel in New York was coming to an end. Damien's steps were a little messy, and his face was even redder than before, like blush, when the elevator was in the 8th floor. Victoria held Damien's hand and squeezed it tightly, she couldn't let Damien get into Reagan's bed. She'd thought about it and made this decision.

She led Damien to the innermost part of the corridor to the last room, where the waiter had just brought the food and hadn't yet closed the door.

"Hello, that man in there's my friend. I'll go in and you don't have to lock the door." said Victoria. The waiter didn't doubt that she knew the man and drove the food cart away.

Victoria came along the doorway and saw a tall figure in the room wearing the hotel's nightgown. It looked as if the person had just taken a bath. Suddenly Damien pulled her out of the door crack with a jerk and quickly closed the door.

Victoria raised her head and glanced at the camera. Fortunately, the room they were in is in a dead corner. The camera can't take pictures. After thirty minutes, she left the room, pulled her long wavy hair aside and went to another suite as if nothing had happened.

When Damien came out of the room, he turned around and saw a woman. She was shivering and had cold eyes, but the discomfort didn't make her think much. She rose from the floor and staggered to the man. She needed something badly now. She didn't know what she needed.

"Get out of here!" Damien yelled at her.

When the distance between them was less than ten feet, he saw the woman's face clearly. Her long black hair had been combed by professional stylists into beautiful and intricate long braids, elegant and classy. The white dress she wore showed off all her assets, a beautiful butterfly clavicle, plump to a good figure. The bottom of the dress ran in a curve from top to bottom, and her long white legs stood out on the right side. The corners of her skirt were decorated with shiny small diamonds. She wore 8 cm high red stiletto sandals, and he could see that she was a cheerful, open and sincere lady.

He was still staring at her without giving another command when she was carried away by two men. Damien saw her narrow face with abnormal blush and couldn't help but smile at the crazy lady. Then he asked her to leave and walked towards her.

"I feel a little sick. Can I've some cold water?" said Zara, struggling with the high-heeled shoes on her right foot, which she'd have preferred to throw away.

Finally, she put her right arm on Damien's neck and gently moved her left hand. The high-heeled shoe was successfully thrown off by her. Her faint perfume smelled like the fragrance of medium white lotus and small lily of the valley; like an internationally known brand delight. All over her body, she looked so gorgeous and noble.

Without hesitation, she put her slender wrist around Damien's neck and walked to the door. However, her legs were so soft that she couldn't support her body. Then she knelt down on the white carpet while holding Damien's hand.

Zara, the woman holding Damien's hand, had no patience. She vigorously shook off her hand, ready to call the hotel's front desk. She held onto him to get up and gently wrapped her arms around his waist from behind.

"I'm not feeling well. Help me." Zara's soft, pleading voice had a special flavor in the dark night.

She picked up the microphone on the wall and spoke with it before shoving it into his hand. Damien looked at her with a sharp look, "Did someone send you here? Who told you I arrived in New York today and who're you?"

But before he could finish his words, the woman sought access to his mouth. After finishing the kiss, she said, "You must save me quickly."

Damian suppressed his reaction, grinned and pushed the woman off him without hesitation. Now, he admitted to himself, the crazy woman was charming. She'd kissed him and he couldn't help but return the kiss.

"Get out!" Damian yelled at her again.

Zara staggered back a few steps to stand safely, she couldn't hear what he was saying, she only knew that the man's emotionally thin lips were opening softly. Without hesitation, she pulled down the zipper of her dress and her dress fell to the carpet.

At the sight of the sexy body in front of him, Damien's eyes grew deeper. Although Zara's head wasn't clear, she was so horny. She walked up to him and took off her bra and pants. Without thinking, Damien pulled her into the room he was in earlier and pounced on her like a hungry wolf.

***

The sun was shining brightly, the air conditioning in the room was too strong, which woke up Zara, who was fast asleep. She carefully opened her eyes and looked around her surroundings. Why do I've a pain, she thought.

She sat up and was shocked when she saw the marks on her body, because as an adult she certainly knew what had happened to her.

She thought: How could this happen? Who's this man? Damn it! Why can't I remember?

Zara sat on the big bed in a daze and wanted to cry, but this wasn't the time to cry. She got out of bed, her legs were still soft, and it was hard to go to the window and open the curtain yet.

The sun was blinding outside. It was already afternoon. Looking at the scenery outside the window, she knew she was still in the Peninsula Hotel. The scenery outside the window was very beautiful. The breeze was blowing gently, and the wind with the fragrance of flowers was brushing the curtain. The pink curtain fluttered and fluttered. It was a bit of an aesthetic feeling, but now she wasn't in the mood to enjoy it.

Zara's thoughts were jumbled. She rubbed her aching eyebrows and sighed softly. Things had come to this, and there was no point in saying anything.

There were two exquisite boxes on the nightstand in the room, and a white chiffon dress was open. She was ready to take a bath and quickly get out of here.

It was a little difficult to enter the bathroom. There were several expensive men's toiletries in the bathroom. She knew it belonged to the man who'd slept with her last night.

Zara shook her head and filled the bathtub with water to relax. As she filled the tub, she remembered last night's crazy night and muttered to herself, "Who was that man last night?"

The marks on her body couldn't be wiped away. Zara's eyes were red with anger. Her boyfriend Trevor hadn't even taken her virginity. How could she be so inexplicably lost! And the man hadn't protected himself.

"Zara, you're 22 years old, not two. Look at what you've done! It's going to be crazy," she muttered to herself.

She thought: What am I going to tell my father when I get back home? He'll ask me why I didn't come back last night. What lie am I going to tell him? I can't even reach him. I just need to take a bath and get out of here!

***

After taking a bath, she felt much more comfortable. She wrapped her towel and opened the bathroom door. She quickly dried her hair, put on the clothes prepared for her and left the hotel.

Only a few minutes after she left the room, Damien came in and saw that no one was in the room. The box on the edge of the bed was open to show that she'd left. He looked around the room and spotted a note on the nightstand, "Hello, coward, it was a misunderstanding last night. I hope you'll stick to your professional ethics. If you see me later, you won't recognize me! Oh, by the way, I'll give you $250 for whores. Next time, please ask me secretly! Goodbye.

Coward? $250? Customers? For the first time, Damian's handsome face looked confused and then angry. He clenched the note in his hand and glanced at the sofa. There was a similar plum blossom blood stain on the white sofa, showing that she'd sex for the first time.

****

The scorching sun was burning, and Zara felt a little uncomfortable, so she hailed a cab. In the car, she asked the cab driver to give her his phone to make a call, which he did. Then she quickly dialed Xavier's number.

Her best friend Xavier, a 24-year-old international racing champion. They'd met through racing.

Actually, she'd first thought of calling Trevor, but she didn't know how to face him.

"Hello." When the phone was connected, Xavier spoke, his voice not as free and easy as usual.

"Hey, it's me."

When he heard Zara's voice, he was taken aback for a moment, looked at the cell number and asked, "Zara?"

"Yeah. So, I'm on my way to your place in a cab and I don't have any money to pay. I lost my purse."

"You don't have a fare? Where are you?"

"Why are you being so weird today? I'll be at your place in ten minutes and you're waiting on the side of the road."

She hung up the phone, thanked the driver, gave an address, and took a nap in the cab.

The driver turned on the radio and a woman announced, "His shares were transferred to other people's names two months ago, which means his brilliant career is over from now on."

Zara's mind was still on last night and she didn't hear a word of what was broadcast on the radio.

A few minutes later, the car stopped at the side of the road, and Xavier approached her. After paying for the cab, he carefully observed Zara's expression. Apart from the fact that she looked a little tired, nothing else was unusual.

"Didn't you go home last night?" he asked.

"No, I didn't?"

"Really?"

He took her by the hand and they both walked upstairs to the elevator. In the elevator he said, "I'm going to tell you something. You should prepare yourself mentally. You'll find out sooner or later, and the most important thing is to calm down now."

Zara looked at Xavier strangely, confusion written all over her face.

As they entered Xavier's apartment, he kept emphasizing, "Zara, I'm going to show you a video, but you've to prepare yourself mentally."

"Xavier, what video is worth taking so seriously?" Usually Xavier is a wimp, and she wondered what that was all about. Zara looked at Xavier with a sad face. "I didn't know what happened last night. How could I..."

Xavier just led her straight to the computer and opened the video he'd watched several times. In the video, there were reporters holding microphones. At various points in the video, Zara couldn't picture anything. It scared her. This was her father's company.

Did something happen to my father last night, she thought.

"Hello, everyone sitting in front of the network. I'm Blaine Gideon, a reporter for CBSN, the New York news agency. Today, someone provided information that West Logan, the president of Logan's group, has been embezzling public funds, selling stock, and secretly laundering money. Let's take a closer look at Logan's group and see the specific situation.

She pondered: daddy? Corruption and bribery? Embezzlement? Sale of shares? Money laundering? "Bullshit, how can that be?" Dad is sincere and has integrity. How could he do such a thing?

"Well, keep listening," Xavier said.

"... Dear friends, the leaders of Logan's group are meeting in the conference room right now. From the heated argument occasionally heard inside, we can tell that things aren't going well."

The video was then cut directly to the door of the conference room, which was opened from the inside. All the senior executives entered. There were also some major shareholders whom Zara had never met. Finally, Steele Trevor, the general manager of Logan's group, and Killian Malcolm, the vice president of Logan's group, entered.

As vice president, Malcolm looked toward the media with reddened eyes. He said, "It's a shame that President Logan has resigned. As of today, I will be taking over all the work Logan presented. I hope I can take good care of it in the future. Thank you!"

After this statement, the media continued to ask questions about other issues of the company. Zara's mind went blank. Her father's decades of painstaking work were now being taken over by her uncle, Uncle Killian.

Uncle Killian is her father's best brother, and Steele Trevor is her boyfriend, with whom she has been in love for three years. Now she has to think about these two people.

"Take me to the company." After watching the video for another minute, she said in a low voice.

Xavier turned off the computer without saying a word. He took the key of the locomotive to the underground garage and drove Zara to Logan's group.

***

The heat of the sun was scorching. When Zara arrived at Logan's group, she felt that she was almost exposed to the sun. The hot and dry weather made her very nervous.

When she entered the hall of Logan's group, the cool air coming from the front made people feel comfortable.

There was no one in sight in the hall on the second floor. Zara operated the elevator and went directly to the president's office on the 28th floor. As soon as she got off the elevator, she heard Trevor answer the media's voice. "Miss Victoria, Vice President Sterling's daughter, from Sterling's group, is about to be engaged. I hope you can give her your blessing. Thank you."

Zara pondered: Wow, the Vice President's daughter, Miss Victoria, is about to get engaged! Sterling Victoria? My best friend when I was 11 years old?

Suddenly, a rude question was thrown at Zara. Xavier, who was standing behind her, heard the question and was furious. He wanted to teach the man who'd asked the question a lesson.

Zara reached into the corner of his coat with a pale face and shook her head at him. She wondered what Trevor would say to that.

"General Manager Steele, there are rumors that you and Logan West's daughter Logan Zara are an item. Now you're engaged to Miss Sterling Victoria. Can you explain that?"

Trevor became the general manager of Logan's family at the age of 24. He was known among the upper class as a golden bachelor. With his elegant appearance, Trevor won the hearts of many women. And at the beginning of their relationship, Zara liked his elegance.

"We used to date, but we've been separated for a long time," Trevor said. He still looked the same, still gentle, and his voice was unchanged.

Those words alone stabbed like a pair of sharp knives into Zara's heart.

Suddenly she remembered drinking Trevor's glass of red wine last night, and Victoria helped her up the stairs.

"Ha ha ha..." Just as the reporter took a close-up of Trevor, a sarcastic grin came from the back of the hall. The voice could be heard throughout the hall.

Everyone was curious as to who was laughing and turned around. Trevor didn't turn around yet, but the sound of laughter was so familiar to him.

"Zara! That's Zara! President Logan's lovely daughter!" A veteran press reporter immediately recognized the Logan family daughter, and all the reporters rallied around Zara.

Trevor saw the sudden appearance of Zara and was shocked. Her face looked a little ugly. Well... he doesn't love her, he only loves her body.

She must've had to disvirginize last night, he thought, then he went to greet Zara and disappeared.

"Miss Logan, what're you laughing at?"

"Miss Logan, how much do you know about President Logan?"

"Why did you part ways with General Manager Steele?"

Question after question was hurled at Zara, but she focused only on Trevor, staring at him like an enemy.

Trevor didn't even have an explanation. Could she understand that his father and he'd taken over her father's efforts? And then abandon her, who now has nothing, and get engaged to her best friend?

Xavier had warned her, however, that Victoria wasn't an easy girl, but she'd turned a deaf ear.

"I'll tell you what you want to know. Why did we break up? Do you know my nickname for Trevor? Well... Trevor and I didn't break up, we're still together. But we're not anymore. The plan of him and his father was to take my father's tedious efforts and suppress my father, and it worked."

A few seconds after her voice trailed off, the room was still silent. Trevor looked at Zara with a contorted face. Then he walked up to her and said, "I can understand your current mood, but your bloody words are too much. Uncle Logan's evidence is enough, and my father and I are disappointed too. And Victoria..." Trevor corrected his mood and changed his previous meekness. But before he finished speaking, Zara didn't even look at him, and Xavier opened a channel and entered the president's office.

When the reporters saw this situation, they'd to focus on Trevor again. Xavier didn't enter the president's office, he stood by the door to guard it. Zara carefully opened the door and went inside. Logan West was sitting in front of the president's desk, his right hand to his forehead, closing his eyes and meditating.

"Dad ..."

"Zara, you're here." Logan West forced himself to smile. His smile was worse than crying, which made Zara blush.

"Dad, don't feel bad, you still have me and Grandma! Right? " She tried to make her voice sound light, but when she saw the white hair on Logan West's head, her voice failed.

Suddenly she realized that she really wasn't childish. Before today, her father had given her a rich life, but she'd never thought about how she could repay him or lessen his burden.

"Zara, in the future, Dad can't give you what you want..." Logan West looked at the data on the computer, and his heart was broken.

"Dad, I don't want anything from now on. I just want you and Grandma, and then everything will be okay." Zara walked over and gently hugged the man who'd protected her from childhood to adulthood. Logan West looked at his beautiful daughter. Feeling much better, he patted the back of his daughter's hand and slowly rose from the chair to leave.

They both went out and Zara didn't see Xavier at the door, he was already gone, only the reporter was still keeping watch. When she saw Logan West coming out of the office, the reporter immediately surrounded him.

"Mr. Logan, do you've anything to say about your accusation?"

"Mr. Logan, Mr. Killian has said that after you step down as president, the company can no longer be held responsible for your crimes. What do you say to that?"

"President Logan..."

Logan West listened to these unjustified accusations and didn't want to say a word. Zara looked at her father's appearance and said sorrowfully, "Why must your media force my father to admit what he didn't do? We've enemies, but believe me, one day there will be evidence to prove my father's innocence. "

"Miss Logan, is your so-called enemy Killian?"

"I think I've made it very clear that what doesn't belong to whom will one day go back to the rightful owner. One day we'll find out the truth..." Although she knew nothing about the company, she wasn't one to be intimidated by others-Killian Malcolm, Steele Trevor, Sterling Victoria.

"President, now that Logan's group has changed hands, do we still have to do the takeover according to the old plan?" asked Logan West's assistant, looking at the information that had just come into the investigation.