Nasty Girl & PLAYER

That night, in the presidential suite of the L&C Hotel in Chicago, Anne bit her lip, yet she couldn't completely suppress the soft moans escaping her. The man on top of her had been domineering from the moment they entered the room, kissing her as if he wanted to devour her whole. But just a few hours ago, he had been cold and indifferent.

"Don't bite." His lips brushed against her ear, his voice husky with desire.

"I... I..." Anne stammered, unable to form a complete sentence. A fine layer of sweat covered her forehead. It was her first time, and making such sounds made her feel ashamed. But under his relentless actions, an unfamiliar sensation slowly swelled within her.

"Call my name," he commanded.

"W-What?" Anne's voice trembled. Realizing his intentions, she nervously clutched his firm arm. "Cole, can... can you be gentler?"

Hearing this, Cole paused for a moment. He hadn't expected her to say that. Raising his head slightly, he looked at her flushed face. For some reason, he really did slow down his movements.

"Mm..." She bit her lower lip hard. The taste of blood quickly spread in her mouth.

Just as the pain became unbearable, she felt him stop. Moments later, her lips were pried open, forcing her to endure an inexperienced yet intense kiss. He also took hold of her hand, preventing her from resisting.

"Relax," Cole whispered in her ear.

But Anne couldn't relax-it hurt too much. By the time she finally started adjusting, she instinctively wanted to bite her lip again, only for him to capture her lips in another possessive kiss, leaving her no chance to do so.

Anne felt only pain. Cole had given her a few minutes to adjust at the beginning, but soon, she started to feel a foreign pleasure rise from deep within her body. She couldn't control the sounds escaping her lips. Even as she tried to stifle them, she failed. Wrapped tightly in his embrace, she clung to him like a drowning person holding onto a lifeline.

She had no idea how many times it happened that night. Anne only vaguely remembered that Cole seemed tireless. By the time he finally stopped after one last deep thrust, she felt utterly spent.

She faintly remembered being carried into the bathtub, his hands carefully washing her. She wanted to tell him that she could bathe herself, but she had no strength left. Sleep quickly overtook her.

After placing her back in bed, Cole stepped into the outer room, lighting a cigarette. He picked up his phone and made a call. Though it was already past 3 a.m., the call was answered almost immediately.

"President Campbell," the voice on the other end greeted.

"Find out who orchestrated tonight's events. And investigate this woman," Cole ordered coldly.

"Yes, sir."

Ending the call, Cole smoked while gazing at the city lights outside. Though it was late at night, the high-rises in Chicago's CBD were still illuminated. His expression was unreadable as he recalled the night's events.

Tonight's gathering had been arranged by Xander. The woman had been chosen for him. But Cole didn't believe Xander would drug his drink.

He had just returned to the country yesterday. Half a month ago, Xander had mentioned that a woman at Blue Sea Gulf bore a striking resemblance to Adele. The first time she arrived, he had noticed her immediately. Xander had paid to keep her there for Cole. Cole had dismissed it as nonsense, yet here he was, dragged into this meeting.

Seeing Anne in person, he had to admit that under her makeup, there was indeed a slight resemblance. When she was pushed into his seat, she looked uneasy, her short skirt making her uncomfortable as she kept pulling at the hem. Sensing her nervousness, he had someone bring her a small blanket. She was so surprised that she kept thanking him, and as soon as she covered herself, she let out a quiet sigh of relief.

The private room was filled with more than ten people, all drinking and playing games. Aside from Xander and Ronan, none of them dared to force Cole to drink, so they turned to Anne instead. When Cole left for the restroom, Anne had been drinking, her cheeks already flushed with intoxication.

As he returned and told Xander he was leaving, Xander pushed Anne toward him. "She's for you. Take her."

Cole had initially planned to refuse. But when he turned to see her slightly drunken, rosy face, he frowned. If he didn't take her, she would end up with someone else tonight. On a whim, he agreed.

His original plan was to drop her off, give her some money, and be done with it. But before leaving, he had finished his last drink.

His eyes darkened as he recalled what followed. Returning to the bed, he looked down at Anne, who was still sleeping restlessly, her brows slightly furrowed.

At the time, the drug in his system had made rational thought difficult. He had noticed her inexperience-she didn't even know how to kiss. But in that moment, he hadn't cared.

Women in clubs often pretended to be innocent. However, when he entered her, he realized the truth-she had been a virgin.

Forcing himself to slow down, he had watched as she tightly shut her eyes, biting her lip so hard it bled. He had leaned down, unable to resist kissing her, tasting the iron tang of her blood. That moment had brought a brief clarity to his mind.

But in the end, he had lost control. He had no idea how many times he took her. The drug had played a role, but so had his own instincts. Seeing her teary, red-rimmed eyes, watching her bite her lips in a futile attempt to suppress her cries-it had made him want to kiss her even more.

Anne shifted in her sleep, exposing the marks he had left all over her pale skin. Cole's gaze fell on the bed, where a faint trace of red remained.

Though he had already suspected it, actually seeing that stain made his brows lift slightly.

The next morning, when Anne woke up, she felt like she had been beaten up-her entire body ached. She stared blankly at the white ceiling for a full minute before suddenly letting out a soft laugh. But right after she laughed, a single tear slipped from the corner of her eye, trailing down into her ear. She wiped it away and struggled to sit up in bed. She wanted to take a shower, but as soon as she set her feet on the ground, the discomfort and pain between her legs made her let out a sharp gasp.

"Awake?" A cold male voice rang out.

Anne froze in place. When she came to her senses, she immediately pulled the blanket tightly around herself and looked up. The man from last night was leaning against the doorframe, watching her with an expression of indifference. He wasn't wearing his glasses today, making him look even colder than he had the night before.

This man was... breathtakingly handsome. That was Anne's first thought when she saw him. High nose bridge, thin lips, and deep-set eyes that made her feel as if she was being seen through. He looked just as good-if not better-than any celebrity. And when he stood up, she estimated his height to be around 1.88 or 1.89 meters. Compared to the fat, greasy man she had almost been forced to accompany the first time, this was a much better deal. She only remembered his name-Cole. When Xander had sent her over last night, she had feared that the man would be another repulsive one, but when she was pushed toward Cole, she had felt a sense of relief. At least with a man like this, she could console herself that she hadn't lost too much.

Cole walked over to her, and as Anne recalled the events of last night, she instinctively tightened the blanket around herself, lowering her head to avoid his gaze. He seemed to chuckle slightly, but the next second, he grabbed her chin forcefully, forcing her to meet his icy gaze.

"Trying to set me up?"

Anne was stunned, unable to comprehend what he meant. Cole tossed a phone in front of her. On the screen, security footage played, showing her stepping into the restroom last night. At the restroom entrance, a woman had secretly slipped something into her hand-she had been so nervous that she almost dropped it. Although the private room had no surveillance cameras for the sake of the wealthy patrons' privacy, it wasn't difficult to figure out whom Anne had intended to drug.

"Who sent you?" Cole tightened his grip.

"N-no one," Anne stammered, wincing in pain as she tried to pry his fingers away.

"No one?" Cole didn't loosen his grip. Instead, he squeezed harder. "So, if no one sent you, you just decided to drug me and crawl into my bed?"

His gaze was chilling, making Anne feel as though he was looking at a corpse. A shiver ran down her spine. As she trembled, the blanket slipped, exposing her delicate shoulders and collarbones, both marked with traces of last night's passion.

"Cole, you misunderstood..." Anne's eyes filled with tears from the pain, but she held them back stubbornly. Her eyes were now red and misty. Cole hesitated for a moment but still held her chin firmly, watching her expressionlessly.

"That drug... was for me," Anne said with difficulty. She didn't dare resist too much. Cathy had taught her that with men like this, the less resistance, the better. Struggle too much, and they'd only become more cruel.

Cole was momentarily taken aback, loosening his grip slightly. "For yourself?" He frowned, as if weighing the credibility of her words.

Sensing the change in his demeanor, Anne quickly explained, "I knew I couldn't escape last night, so I thought if I took something, at least I could... feel a little better. But you drank my drink instead."

Cole recalled that his last drink had indeed been hers. When he was about to leave with Anne, Ronan, who was drunk and causing trouble, had insisted that she finish her drink before leaving. Cole had taken the drink from her and downed it himself.

But he still didn't believe her. His grip tightened again. "What, do you take me for a three-year-old?"

"N-no, not at all," Anne wanted to kick him in frustration-his grip was unbearably painful. But she knew she couldn't afford to offend this man. "I originally didn't plan on taking it, but... I didn't think you'd actually take me away. I didn't know who I'd end up with, so I thought..."

She trailed off. When she had seen Cole, she had immediately decided against taking the pill. After all, he was already a top-tier choice. She had never seen a man more attractive than him. But Cole had been so indifferent. Aside from handing her a blanket at the start, he had barely spoken to her all night. From his attitude, she was sure he wouldn't take her. She had drunk so much, hoping to get herself drunk and numb, but unfortunately, her alcohol tolerance was too high. She was considered Cole's woman for the night, so no one dared force her to drink too much.

Compared to Cole, the other young masters weren't bad-looking either, but Cathy had warned her that they were particularly cruel in bed. She feared she wouldn't be able to handle it, so she had secretly asked Cathy for a pill, preparing to take it herself. That way, no matter who she ended up with, at least she wouldn't suffer too much. But unexpectedly, Cole had taken her away. And by pure chance, he had drunk her drugged wine. The rest... was history.

Cole withdrew his hand but continued studying her. She didn't look away, her stubborn gaze meeting his.

His lips curled into a cold smile. "Unbelievable."

He hadn't expected the situation to turn out like this.

"How much did Xander pay?" Cole lit a cigarette and sat down on the sofa. He wasn't interested in playing with women, and he never cared for the escorts at those parties. But this time was different. Since things had already happened, he had to pay up.

Anne took a moment to process what he meant. Her fingers clenched around the blanket. Lowering her head, she remained silent. Just as Cole was about to lose patience, she finally spoke in a small voice.

"Three hundred thousand."

Cole raised an eyebrow. "Not cheap, but not too expensive either."

Anne, fearing he might think she was overcharging, quickly explained, "Cathy said I look a bit like that actress, Adele. So..."

Cole turned to her. In last night's dim lighting, she did resemble Adele a little. But now, he wasn't so sure. He scoffed. "Look alike? What a gimmick."

"I... I don't think I look like her. But everyone else says so," Anne clarified nervously. She didn't want any connection to a big star, especially since she had heard from Xander that Adele was Cole's "white moonlight"-the untouchable love of his life. She didn't want to get involved in that mess.

The entire conversation made her feel deeply humiliated. She was still wrapped in a blanket, but last night's scenes kept replaying in her mind. She felt as if she were standing completely naked before him.

Subconsciously, she bit her lip. The spot she had bitten last night was still sore. Soon, she tasted the metallic tang of blood again.

Cole frowned. She seemed to have a habit of biting her lip. He recalled how, last night, she had bitten down hard to endure the pain as he entered her. As if she believed that the pain in her lips could replace the pain elsewhere...

"How much did you borrow from Blue Sea Gulf in total?" Cole asked curiously.

"Eighty," Anne replied softly, releasing her lips.

"Eighty thousand. After deducting thirty thousand, there's still fifty thousand left. Do you know how long it'll take you to pay it back?"

"I know. If I make five thousand a night, and they take three thousand, I'll need one hundred sixty-six days. If I give them all five thousand, I'll need one hundred days." Anne had already done the calculations.

"You think you'll only need to serve drinks?" Cole found the girl in front of him a bit naive. In a place like that, was it really up to her to decide whether she just served drinks or did something else?

"They promised me... other than my first time, they wouldn't force me." Anne replied tiredly.

"Idiot." Cole cursed under his breath. He stood up, grabbed a bag from the other room, and tossed a bottle of water onto the bed. "Your clothes were all torn up last night. You can't wear them anymore. Consider this one as compensation. There are contraceptives in the bag. Take one now."

Anne quickly took the pills, swallowed them in front of him.

"I'll have someone send over the thirty thousand later. You... take care of yourself."

With that, he didn't look at her again and strode out of the room. Anne heard the door click shut from outside. Her trembling hands reached for the bag on the bed. Inside was a white dress-from a brand she had only dared to admire from afar in a shopping mall.

She still remembered that one time she had gone shopping with her best friend, Tracy. They had walked into a store to look at a dress, but the price tag had made them quickly step out, feeling embarrassed. At the time, they had sworn that after graduation, they would work hard and, no matter what, buy at least one dress from that store.

She never expected her first dress from this brand to come in such a way. Tears welled up in her eyes and fell onto the dress. The pain from last night hadn't made her cry, but seeing this dress did. She buried her face in it and sobbed silently.

Mary, her grandmother, had liver cancer and needed a transplant to survive, but the treatment was expensive. The surgery and medical costs added up to nearly eighty thousand. At the time, there wasn't a suitable donor, so she had no choice but to wait while working tirelessly at part-time jobs.

A month later, the hospital informed her that a car accident victim had passed away. He had signed an organ donation agreement while alive, and his liver was a perfect match for Mary's. The hospital asked if she wanted to proceed with the transplant.

She had just applied for a job at Blue Sea Gulf. Originally, she had thought that her good alcohol tolerance could help her make quick money-the fastest way she could think of. Because of her looks and her status as a college student, she passed the interview quickly. When the HR manager overheard her phone call about her grandmother's condition, they offered to lend her eighty thousand upfront, to be deducted from her salary later.

Anne was beyond grateful and signed the contract without reading it carefully. She immediately handed the money over to the hospital for the surgery, which turned out to be a success. She was relieved, believing that as long as she worked hard-never taking a single day off-she could pay off the debt in one hundred sixty days, or even sooner with her other part-time jobs.

But when she returned to Blue Sea Gulf, she realized the contract she had signed wasn't just about serving drinks. It also required her to sell her virginity-and a price had already been set. Twenty thousand.

She refused.

But they showed her the contract, where it was clearly written. If she breached the agreement, she would have to pay double the amount-one hundred sixty thousand.

One hundred sixty thousand? She couldn't even afford five thousand back then. If not for her grandmother's illness, she never would have considered working there in the first place.

She stubbornly refused.

Cathy, the woman in charge of her, seemed to sympathize with her situation and tried to persuade her, "Think about it, honey. It's eighty thousand. Just one night, and you'll make twenty thousand. The remaining sixty thousand will be easy to earn. If you're willing to sacrifice a little, won't you get out of debt faster?"

She thought about calling the police. But Cathy told her that the owner behind Blue Sea Gulf was no ordinary person. Besides, she had signed the contract herself-no one forced her.

Even if she reported them, she'd still have to pay the money. Nothing would change. Worse, the scandal might spread to her school and home.

Anne was an orphan. Mary had found her abandoned at the doorstep one early morning, naming her "Anne" because she was discovered at dawn.

Mary's family wasn't well-off, but she had always treated Anne as her own. Though her son and daughter-in-law never understood why she insisted on raising a child she picked up, Mary believed it was fate and never wavered. She even supported Anne through school.

When Anne got into university, Mary was overjoyed, inviting all the neighbors for a celebration. Anne had dreamed of graduating, working hard, and giving Mary a good life. But then Mary was diagnosed with cancer. Her son and daughter-in-law immediately suggested not treating it, leaving only Anne unwilling to give up.

Her aunt had thrown one final remark before disappearing with her husband: "If you want to treat her, you pay for it. She raised you all these years-it's time for you to repay her."

Anne hesitated, fearing Mary couldn't bear the shock of her situation. Cathy saw her wavering and continued to persuade her, "It's just one night. I have medicine. If you're really scared, come find me. I promise that if you take this pill, you'll only feel good, and the night will pass quickly. We'll deal with everything else later."

The first time she was assigned to serve drinks, her client was an overweight, greasy-looking man. Sitting next to him made her feel nauseous. When he reached out to touch her, she struggled to resist the urge to slap him.

That was when Xander arrived.

Blue Sea Gulf had already spread the rumor that she resembled the famous actress Adele. Xander had seen the news and come to see for himself. Finding that she did bear some resemblance, he immediately told Cathy to reserve her. Cole would return from abroad in half a month, and during that time, no one was allowed to touch her. Her first time had to be saved. He transferred ten thousand on the spot.

The overweight client, knowing Xander's background, didn't dare argue. Cathy quickly promised him a better girl, and the matter was settled.

Anne didn't know what she felt at that moment. But she did feel an immense sense of relief. Even though she had already braced herself, the thought of her first time being with that kind of man made her want to vomit.

As she showered, her mind replayed the recent events. Her entire body ached. She had checked herself in the mirror earlier-her body was covered in bruises.

Aside from the moment he realized she was a virgin, Cole had not been gentle at all. She knew the medicine had played a part, and in a way, she felt guilty. But she was also relieved-at least her first time had been with him. At least, thinking back on it wouldn't make her feel disgusted.