Pay for CEO's Love

It was hot.

Waves of strange heat were coming over Ronnie Moore, making her feel like she had been set over a pile of burning sticks.

"Miss Moore, are you feeling unwell? May I help you get into the room for a rest?" A nasty middle-aged man took Ronnie's hand and stared greedily at her pinkish lips.

"No, thank you." Ronnie tried to shake off the man's hand but failed.

The man clung to Ronnie like a piece of gum, and his stinky mouth was moving closer to her face.

Ronnie was getting hot and anxious inside.

She had drunk a glass of wine handed to her by her fiancé, Leslie Payne, and then her head felt dizzy, and her body grew uncomfortable.

Had Leslie added something to the drink?

That was impossible!

He had always been nice to her, and they were actually about to get married.

Ronnie stopped thinking.

She pinched her palm with her nails to stay awake. The man in front of her was stalking her, his eyes full of greed. Obviously, he should know something.

Ronnie tried to calm herself down, then suddenly stopped, looked behind the man, pretended to be surprised, and said, "President Ward, that lady back there looks like your wife, doesn't she?"

"What? Where is she?" The man was taken aback and could not help but turn back.

Ronnie took advantage of the man's distraction and hurried to run away, gritting her teeth.

Realizing that he had been tricked, the middle-aged man then chased after Ronnie in the direction she had fled.

Ronnie's footsteps were weak and unstable, and she knew that the man would catch up with her soon. Suddenly, she noticed that the door to one room was ajar, and without thinking, she pushed her way through it.

She slammed the door shut and stumbled straight towards the bathroom.

The heat inside was killing her.

She desperately needed to take a cold shower to sober herself up.

However, as she pushed open the door to the bathroom, she slammed into a warm broad chest.

Ronnie took a few steps backward, her limp body nearly falling over as she lost her balance.

The man coming out of the bathroom grabbed her around the waist to prevent her from falling, then Ronnie threw herself into his arms.

She raised her eyes to see a man in a bathrobe that was loose enough to reveal his chest. The man's firm healthy-tanned skin was glowing with a sheen, his deep clear-cut features incredibly handsome.

Ronnie felt her brain buzzing, and she was about to lose control of herself!

She bit her bottom lip tightly, and her nails were getting deep into her palms.

"No! No!" She said to herself in her mind.

"Ronnie, you cannot do that!"

At the thought that the disgusting middle-aged man outside the door might not be gone yet, she had to force herself to face the stranger before her eyes.

She begged, "Sorry to have bothered you. Someone is looking for me outside. I was wondering if you..."

Shannon Harris furrowed his pretty brows, impatience evident in his sharp gaze. "What does that have to do with me? Get out!"

In fact, he had accidentally been poisoned by a rival in business this night. He had just managed to tamp down the fire inside. However, the flames were getting stronger and stronger once again.

Those businessmen who wanted to work with Shannon could do anything to achieve their goals.

"Please help."

Seeing the tears welling up in the woman's eyes, he averted his eyes. "I'll say it again! Get out immediately!" His forehead was oozing with sweat.

Ronnie's consciousness was beginning to blur, and there was an unusual shade of red in her face.

She took a weak step forward, tugged at the corner of the man's bathrobe, and said in an aggrieved voice, "I'm feeling so hot and sick. Please help me."

The look in Shannon's eyes became obscure as he looked straight at the woman in his arms, asking, "What do you want me to help you with?"

"Just help me..."

Before the woman could finish her words, Shannon slammed the bathroom door roughly shut with his foot.

"You've begged for this, so don't blame me."

The room temperature climbed up constantly, and a storm played out on the bed lasted for a long time...

The next morning, Ronnie woke up in pain and felt that she had been ran over several times by a truck.

In shock, she tried to sit up, and her movements pulled her aching muscles.

Ouch!

It hurt!

Ronnie's head buzzed as she lowered her head to see the bruises on her pale skin. Had she been raped last night?

With her body trembling slightly and uncontrollably, she looked up to see a handsome man walking out of the bathroom with only a towel around his waist.

The man raised his head to look at the woman on the bed straight in her eyes, giving off a powerful dignified vibe.

He looked nearly 1.9 meters tall, with a figure sturdier and bonnier than those of male models, and his deep clear-cut features were stunningly handsome.

Ronnie's mind went blank for a moment, then memories slowly returned, and the crazy images of last night occurred to her.

Had she actually had sex with a stranger?

Anger, frustration, regret, sadness, and all other kinds of negative sensations flooded her mind.

Feeling devastated, she wanted to scream out loud, cry out in sadness, and roar in anger.

How could she have slept with another man right before her marriage with her fiancé?

Trying hard to tamp down the emotions surging up in her heart, Ronnie gripped the sheet for a full minute before eventually coming to her senses and staring at the tall man walking towards her, her face pale. "What did you do to me last night?" she asked.

The look in the man's eyes was disdainful. To him, Ronnie was nothing more than a shameless woman who had climbed into his bed by any means for personal interests.

"What do you think we've done?" he replied.

Ronnie flew into a rage and raised her hand, intending to slap the man in the face.

The man swiftly grabbed her wrist, his lips curling up into a cold mocking smile. "What are you doing? I've made you high last night, and now you want to hit me?"

Ronnie had not expected the man to speak so bluntly, and her face instantly flushed, and even her ears felt burning hot. Gritting her teeth, she said, "You're an asshole. A shameless rascal!"

"I'm shameless? Did you forget that last night you wrapped your arms around my body again and again..."

"You shut up!" Ronnie covered her ears.

She could not remember what had happened last night after the drug had taken full effect. What she could remember, however, was that after the effects had worn off, the man still pressed her underneath him and took advantage of her body.

At those images, Ronnie's anger increased dramatically.

She felt saddened and angry, but there was nothing she could do about it.

She had lost her virginity right before getting married. How was she going to explain this to Leslie?

Ronnie got up with her reddened eyes, hoping to get out of here as quickly as possible.

However, when her feet landed on the ground, her legs suddenly went limp, and then her body lost its balance and fell forward.

Instinctively, she waved her hands in the air, trying to grab onto something to regain the balance.

However, she eventually fell to her knees. In a panic, she accidentally pulled off the washcloth wrapped around the man's waist.

Shannon's heavy breath could be heard clearly above the woman's head.

Upon seeing the towel in her hand, Ronnie's brain buzzed again.

Feeling like a thunderbolt had struck her, Ronnie simply wanted to feign death on the floor.

"Have you admired it enough?" Shannon's voice was icy, his teeth gritted, and he snatched the towel back from the woman's hand.

Ronnie's face was so red as if it would bleed the next second.

"Get changed. "Wearing a gloomy cold expression, Shannon tossed a dress at Ronnie.

Ronnie then realized she was still in her pajamas and quickly put the dress on.

After getting changed, Ronnie looked delicate and pretty. Shannon was stunned at the woman's beauty for a second, took his eyes off her, got a check out of his wallet, signed his name on it, and said in an emotionless tone, "Here's your reward."

Reward? Ronnie looked up at the long list of numbers on the check and had the feeling that she had been slapped hard in the face.

Did this man think that she was a whore?

After taking a deep breath, she tore the check to shreds, picked up the notepad from the desk, wrote down several words, then tore off the piece of paper and threw it at the man, saying in a tone arrogant as his. "Here's your payment!"

Shannon frowned and saw "Pay: $1; Rating: Poor!" written on the paper.

The veins in his forehead throbbed violently.

Without waiting for a response from the man, Ronnie turned and ran out of the room.

Ronnie's sudden appearance shocked the bodyguard standing at the door. Before he could realize what was going on, Shannon's cold voice came from the room, "Get her back!"

By this time, Ronnie had hopped into a taxi.

In the cab, she could finally let her guard down. Feeling distressed inside, she desperately needed a shoulder to lean on.

How was she going to explain to Leslie that she had lost her virginity?

In a trance, Ronnie arrived at Leslie's place. She loved her fiancé very much and never wanted to cheat on him or lose him. Therefore, she decided to talk to him.

When she was about to knock at the door, she found it unlocked.

Feeling confused, Ronnie entered the room and was surprised to see a woman's dress, high heels, and bag lying on the floor.

The door to the bedroom was also ajar, and nasty noises were coming from inside.

"You're such a leprechaun." It was Leslie's voice, and it sounded indulgent and frivolous, which was completely different from usual times.

As if being struck by a thunderbolt, Ronnie felt her brain buzz.

She immediately became aware that Leslie was having sex with another woman.

And she felt that all her blood was freezing, and both her hands and legs went cold.

"Leslie, I am coming."

Was that Serena Pearson's voice?

No way! It was impossible! Ronnie could not believe that her fiancé, who had always doted on her and been protective of her, would do such a thing!

She felt that her blood was rushing towards her brain.

In the bedroom, Serena said to the man in a coquettish tone of voice, "You rogue. If you want me so badly, why are you marrying Ronnie?"

"That's for the future of us. Only by marrying Ronnie will we get the shares that her mother had left. Also, in that way, your father won't have to worry about her taking her part of the wealth." Leslie answered, his breath deepening.

"Her grandfather isn't far from his death, and he's made a will that when he dies, his property will be inherited by Ronnie. When Ronnie and I get married, I'll be one of the two owners of the Moore Group, and when I divorce her and marry you, both of the Moore Family and the Pearson Family will be ours."

Serena replied sourly, "If she has a baby for you, will you still divorce her? I'm afraid you won't."

Leslie answered, "If I couldn't give her up, why would have I agreed to send her to President Ward? I don't even want to touch a woman who has been played by another man. Besides, didn't you arrange to have birth control pills put in her food every day? Taking that drug for six months would make her incapable of bearing children. How could she conceive my child in that case? Do you think you have any need to be so jealous?"

Their conversation was like a sharp blade plunging into Ronnie's chest and bleeding her heart.

She trembled uncontrollably all over.

Was that the man she had loved for three years?

Was he still the man who had claimed to love her a lot?

Hadn't he said that he would pamper her for the rest of her life and build up a warm family with her?

With tears welling up in Ronnie's eyes and anger surging up in her heart, she eventually lost control of herself and opened the door to the bedroom, her chest heaving.

The man and woman on the bed were shocked.

"Ah!" Serena squealed and panicked, putting her half-removed nightgown back on.

Leslie looked back to see Ronnie, his expression changing dramatically. He scrambled to his feet and straightened his disheveled clothes, asking, "Ronnie, why are you here?"

Ronnie looked at the hypocritical man in front of her, and those memories of his tenderness and affection had been ruthlessly torn apart.

There was a sharp soreness in her eyes, and she even wanted to rush over to the man and stab him in his belly.

How could she have fallen in love with such a scumbag and been with him for so many years?

Ronnie pinched her palms hard to suppress the anger and grief inside.

"Leslie, we'll call off the engagement!"