The Billionaire's One-Night Stand!

Sometimes, people will come across their life's destiny by chance and by chance. No one can predict it.

In the bathroom of the VIP room of the five-star ROYAL INVITE hotel, the sound of water had not stopped until now.

The warm and hot water quickly glided through the soft, feminine curve, then dropped straight to the cold tile floor, washing away some anxiety and nervousness of the girl taking a dip in the water.

Flora Smith was in the shower humming an unknown tune softly, and then as if thinking of something, her cheeks suddenly turned a hidden pink.

The steam in the bathroom was misty, covering the mirror with a layer of mist.

She reached out and wiped the mirror.

In the mirror immediately appeared a face have red lip and a slim chin.

She laughed, continuing to hum as she put on her delicate satin nightgown.

Outside, the phone rang, extremely urgent, as if urging the other to hurry up to answer the phone.

"Hello, Patrick. Did you get off the plane?"

The smile on the corner of her lips grew even brighter, and she unconsciously glanced at the wall clock. Like waiting for something ...

On the other end of the line, she could hear her boyfriend's voice.

"I'm sorry... Flora, listen to me calmly. Due to some problems, my flight was delayed for several hours, and I didn't tell you because I was afraid you would worry. But just now... there was a notice of flight cancellation."

Thinking of his lover far away, waiting for every second, Patrick Jones could not bear to inform her of this bad news. But how can it be? It is the reason for force majeure. For a long time, Flora Smith also said nothing.

There was an awkward silence between the two of them like never before. Patrick sighed, adding:

"You don't sad. I just booked a plane ticket for the nearest flight tomorrow morning. Maybe tomorrow morning, when you wake up, I'll be there!"

Flora's excitement was poured with a bucket of cold water, drowned out her longtime lover's expectant mood.

Her hand subconsciously tightened her skirt, and she sighed, her eyes involuntarily fixed on the red wine bottle on the table. It's been five years. They have been together for five years.

There was only silence around her, so still that the clock on the wall ticking seemed too noisy.

Five years have passed, but she and he only stopped holding hands, hugging and kissing, never going to the last step.

Today, her longing for him has condensed into action after a long separation. She musters up all her courage and decides to give herself to him.

Flora has bold actions that are different from her daily routine.

She sighed decisively, threw her cell phone aside, and got up from the king-size hotel bed.

The hand hesitated but finally reached for the bottle of red wine on the table.

When she went to buy this wine, she deliberately chose a wine strong enough to give them more courage when they were together but ended up using it to get themselves drunk. She is such a failure...

Flora tried to hold back her frustration. Then she looked around for a bottle opener.

It is her first time opening wine and also her first time touching alcoholic beverages.

She unwraps the piece of paper around the cork, inserts the sharp end into the center of the pin, then forces the cork up.

Although the tips were straightforward, it took her 10 minutes to do.

Flora Smith also did not waste time pouring the glass prepared on the table as a standard rule when enjoying wine, but held the mouth of the bottle close to her mouth, pouring the wine straight down her throat.

She wants to drink to forget the shame. However, Flora quickly became intoxicated. Suddenly, she let go of the hand holding the wine bottle. Then, the bottle was dropped on the living room floor and shattered into small pieces.

She was also confused by alcohol, lying on the bed.

Flora knows her courage will disappear tomorrow when Patrick returns.

Perhaps tomorrow, she will be weak again, not daring to have rebellious thoughts, let alone act again.

Flora has been Patrick's girlfriend for five years, but this is the first time her crossed the line.

Who knows how much longer it will make her next big gallop?

At the same time, in the lobby of the Royal INVITE hotel...

The receptionist girl still on a probationary period, stared unblinkingly at the man who had just entered.

He is tall and well-proportioned. So he wears a suit that fits his body well. And, he can directly walk without looking at face, just considering his body proportions.

However, God seems to feel that favoring him like that is still not enough, giving him another flawless handsome face.

"Hello... hello... hello sir...."

The receptionist stared at the customer's face until he walked closer to the front desk, she hurriedly bowed his head and said hello.

The man who had just entered frowned, looking displeased.

He likes professionals. This ROYAL INVITE receptionist needs to be more professional by his standards.

"Is she the new receptionist?"

The receptionist girl nodded like a chicken pecking rice with a passionate smile. Matthew Charles frowned even more. These days, the quality of the hotel staff is poor. He tapped the table with his hand, clearly a little impatient.

If she were the regular receptionist of ROYAL INVITE, she would have respectfully put the room card in his hand, then respectfully invite him away. Matthew said:

"Vip room 2109."

The receptionist had not yet recovered and looked at him dumbly with wide eyes.

"What did you say?"

Suppressing the urge to hit women, Matthew repeated his request.

"Please give me the room card for VIP room 2109."

Asking this new receptionist to give him the room card reserved for him seems complicated.

With the red color on her face, the receptionist did not have time to withdraw but was startled by his emotionless tone and hurriedly searched for the room card for VIP room 2109. Give with two hands.

"Ah, yes, sir, this is the room card for Vip room 2109! Sorry for the poor service!"

Matthew Charles reached out to take the room card, to glance at the whispering people not far away. If he heard correctly, those people just said to each other:

"Behold, look, the receptionist girl has already lost her soul with a glance from our boss. Our boss is getting more and more attractive. She can't catch his eye. If he's becoming our mistress, it is indeed a blessing for three generations."

What kind of nonsense would they dare to let words in his ears? Receiving a warning glance from the general boss, the people on the other side quickly fell silent and fled faster than a catfish.

Matthew didn't care about those people anymore and headed straight for the elevator.

It was late at night, and the entire elevator lobby was empty, with only Matthew leaning over, waiting for the red number displayed on the electronic board above the elevator to jump from the bottom floor to the top floor, then "ting" a voice.

The elevator door opened.

He went straight inside, casually leaned on the side, and pressed the top floor of the hotel building.

The red number once again jumps from 1 to 21.

His long legs walked quickly to room number 2109. He then swiped his room card, but the scene inside made him uncomfortable.

The room was less clean than in his memory.

Mathew Charles felt surprised.: Why is someone else in his room? Did he go to the wrong room?

Filled with suspicion, he stepped back from the door, looking closely in the room number.

Yes, 2109 is correct.

Then there is only one possibility, that is...

"It's that old trick again? No matter how many times I say it, they still deliberately put girls who are eager to change their lives into my room."

He saw the person lying on the bed wearing a bright red satin two-piece dress. From the back, he could only see the loose hair on her smooth back, a part of her hair randomly scattered on the dirty mattress on the bed.

The face is unknown, but the quality could be better.

"Having fallen asleep, she still threw her things around. Any person can indeed do this job these days."

His foot accidentally stepped on something. He took a step back, and then his cold face changed when he found out that what he had just stepped on was a woman's underwear.

The scent of alcohol wafted through the air, and he frowned, ignoring the dazzling color of the underwear, he saw the broken wine bottle and dark red liquid on the floor.

He doesn't know how the girl can climb into his bed. He leaned over again, wiped a little dark red liquid on the tip of his finger, and then brought it up to his nose to smell.

These guys were good at finding girls this time. They found a sneaky girl who got drunk and climbed into his bed. Very good!

He secretly scolded himself. He had no work ethic in bed but accidentally forgot his principle of keeping herself clean and not touching shady transactions...

The hands of the clock tick just past 11:30, an excellent time to sleep or to start the nightlife.

The corners of Matthew lips curled up slightly, and his eyes fixed on the red wine-stained floor.

"Hm..."

The person on the bed was probably upset, and a soft moan escaped his throat.

Then she reached out, pulling herself up a little bit.

A delicate satin dress not covered her thighs. She is even more attractive, with half of her thighs exposed from the skirt.

Matthew did not seem to notice the beautiful scenery. He took off his clothes and went straight to the bathroom. His face was still cold, as if he was holding back his frustration.

The faucet just came out, and the warm water rushed down. Matthew suddenly thought: He also had a work ethic and know how to shower before 'work'.

Realizing that he had just let his thoughts flow freely to something impure, he frowned slightly, turning the faucet to cold water.

After a second, the warm water changes to cold water.

His mind cleared up for a moment.

"Mr. Patrick... You're back already??"

Flora uttered a sentence, and she felt extremely uncomfortable, as if a burning fire was burning through her body.

All over her body, from top to bottom, there was a burning sensation everywhere.

"It's hot! Brother Patrick...! I want water...! Cold water..."

When Matthew stepped out of the bathroom, What caught his eye was the erotic image of the girl lying on the bed.

He can even hear the small moan from those pretty pink lips.

Her eyes were tightly closed, and her thick eyelashes seemed to hold a few tears.

This girl's face was much more beautiful than he had imagined, at least more beautiful than the "high-class call girls" that the others had prepared in the past.

"Are you so eager to serve me? Unfortunately, for the time being, I have no interest in these flirting games, so I had to let you sleep through the night without doing anything."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was lying on the space on the other side of the large bed, pulling the blanket up to his chest, not intending to touch the person next to him.

Flora felt the mattress concave on the side, and cold air emanated from that side.

She realized it was the cool temperature she was looking for in her trance, so she groped for it.

"You, what the hell are you doing? If she goes one step further, I don't know what I'll do...."

Flora opened her eyes slightly and saw a vague figure of a man. Her ears were also burning, and she could not hear what the person next to her said.

"You... It's you. You're back... I've been waiting for you for so long, and I thought you were going to leave me here alone...."

Consciously unaware, she instinctively assumed that the only man who could appear beside her was Patrick.

Suddenly remembering her purpose for today, she shifted her body, leaning in close to the body of the man beside her.

Two bodies, a man and a woman, separated by only a thin layer of woven fabric, could easily be torn off at any time.

In addition, the girl lit the fire, and soon the atmosphere became hot. Matthew thought those people had found a goblin who seduced men this time. This trick works well. She's good at it, and she can spark his interest.

In return, any other man in this situation could not stay still. However, how can women take the initiative to lead this kind of thing?

Matthew smirked, taking the initiative and lying on top of her.

He lowered his head, his hands unreservedly brushing over the smooth skin and his tongue whirling inside her lips as if to drive away the soft moans that escaped from her pretty, small mouth into his throat.

Flora instinctively wrapped her arms around the other man's neck.

Her mind was mesmerized by his intense kiss, only instinctively using the most innocent ways to respond to his enthusiasm.

However, her naivety unintentionally attracted him strangely.

For the first time, he knew that the girl the others prepared was also the kind of innocent person like he had never slept with a man.

He was startled until the two made love.

"You... the first time? Why didn't you tell me first?"

Does this girl is a virgin? Make sure she gets drunk before she acts. Maybe it's the lack of money, so she has to make this mistake. He thought that when he left, he would leave her some money, his movements were also a little lighter.

"Ah...! That's hurt! I hurt so much, Patrick...."

The pain made Flora want to find something to bite. Without overthinking, she opened her mouth to bite his shoulder. He took a deep breath and tightened his grip around her tiny waist, preventing her from escaping.

"Are you refusing now? It's too late, little girl!"

The arrow is already on the line. How can it not be shot? This wildcat's weak resistance only provoked the man's possessive instinct.

And then, as they say, whatever can happen will happen. Those two body keep entwining each other through a passionate night of love...

The following day was beautiful.

The first rays of morning sunlight penetrated through the glass window, shining on the messy blanket.

On the king-size bed in VIP room 2109 of the Royal INVITE hotel, only one person was fast asleep, her naked body full of traces, enough to know how intense last night was.

The feeling of aching pain all over her body made Flora frown, even though she was half-awake and half-dream.

"How can it hurt so much? Ultimately what..."

Reng... Reng... Reng...

The shrill ringing of the desk phone on the nightstand in the hotel room rang out, reverberating in her eardrums.

Flora opened her eyes, ignored the pain in her body, and picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi, I'm a hotel employee. Is the other end of the line is Ms. Flora Smith in room 2109?"

Flora hesitated a bit.:

"It's me...! May I ask what's wrong?"

"Ah, the thing is...! Ms. Flora...! Last night... Are you okay?"

Is it okay? What does she mean? Does the hotel's service have an extra part to call and ask about overnight guests' sleep status?

"I'm fine, is something wrong?"

She dreamily responded to the hotel staff's inquiries and heard that person politely laugh softly.

"That's just too good. Royal INVITE Hotel is honored to serve you. If you need help, you can contact the front desk or room service anytime. The phone numbers of the relevant departments, including the hotel management are posted next to the phone. I won't bother you to rest anymore, hello. Thank you for your response, and have a great day."

As soon as she heard her say one word, "okay," the hotel staff hurriedly said a long series of talks, making her unable to interrupt.

After that, she didn't understand how it was, so that people hung up the phone.

The phone was off, and Flora no longer had to distract her attention to respond to others, to have time to think about what happened last night.

Let's see, she checks into her hotel room, gets her boyfriend's phone call, then drinks...

"My head hurts... My whole body hurts, and it's cold...."

Wait, what's cold? Before drinking, she was wearing a nightgown, but now she feels like she's in direct contact with the blanket.

An image of the age restriction flashed in her mind.

Her cheeks flushed red for a moment, her hands trembling as she pulled the blanket off to examine...

"Ahhh!"

The shrill scream echoed in the empty room, echoing back into her ears.

Underneath the thin, rumpled blanket is a body without a cloth covering, still full of traces of intimate contact with the opposite sex.

There was a bright red blood stain on the pure white bedsheet.

All sorts of signs, including slowly returning memories, tell her what happened last night in this room between her and that strange man.

But she couldn't remember who it was.

"Could it be Patrick? Is he back already? Incorrect..."

The image of last night appeared in her mind, it was a strange man with a strong masculine body and hot breath, and his voice was also shallow and soothing.

That's not her boyfriend of the past five years because Patrick has yet to come home.

Last night, he called her, announcing the cancellation of the flight. So, he can get here this morning.

She shivered, grabbed the phone beside her pillow, and opened the message.

Her last text to Patrick was good morning yesterday, and her last call was also a call to cancel his flight.

Hesitating for a few seconds, she tried calling him.

"The subscriber you just called is turned off or out of coverage area...."

The ice-cold reminder of the switchboard threw her straight into the ice cellar.

Patrick is on the plane, so he turns off his phone.

She raised her hand to rub her head, her mind trying to move again, thinking about who it was last night.

"That's for sure a different person... But I can't remember his face. Oh no, I don't know him, how could that be...."

The thin satin nightgown she wore yesterday was

fraying as a rag dropped at the foot of the bed.

She threw up the light blanket in frustration, causing dozens of high-denomination bills to scatter on the bed.

"This money..."

This money, indeed, was left by the man last night.

Flora tightly furrowed her eyebrows, feeling insecurity, shock, disappointment, and bitterness... all mixed.

So last night, her innocence was also gone, but the other was not her boyfriend.

Then how is she supposed to talk to him?

Now, she must find out the man's identity to find out what happened.

She put her hand on her arm and gave it a firm, painful squeeze that would help her stay awake, although there was nothing in her body that wasn't painless at the moment.

Changing into an everyday outfit and looking at herself in the mirror without any spirit, she sighed, closed the hotel room door, went to the elevator, and down to the front desk.

"Hi, how can I help you?"

Not the front desk yesterday.

Flora tried to stay calm and nodded to the front desk, recounting the myth she had encountered last night.

"... I want you to help me check if anyone else received room card 2109 but me yesterday. There's no way a man would suddenly appear in my room. Or is there something wrong..."

This is a five-star hotel, and security good, why a tall man enter her room without a trace.

Yesterday, when Matthew Charles arrived, the new receptionist was so obsessed that he forgot his job and forgot to put his information into the hotel's management system.

Today's receptionist has worked at this hotel for a long time. Her face color suddenly changed as soon as she heard her mention room 2109, but she quickly regained her composure.

"The management system saved the room, and only Ms. Flora checked in. What happened to you... You said you were drunk last night, right?"

Flora was a little bewildered but nodded anyway. She didn't think the receptionist's following sentence would turn the conversation differently.

"While drunk, people can do many weird things that they wouldn't normally do. For example... ask for some special service. Or are you ordered special services while drunk, sobered up this morning, and forgot?"

Her face flushed red, and Flora first heard someone mention this particular type of service in front of her blatantly, even doubting she had called it.

"What are you talking about? I'm a girl, why call a special service...! Besides, that person left money in the room. If it's a special service, why should he pay me?"

The receptionist girl gently shook her head.

"I don't know much about this because it's not our service. But usually, the people who provide that kind of service follow every request of the customer... Apart from this explanation, there is no other more reasonable explanation. Because all hotel room doors are equipped with magnetic locks, without a room card will not be able to enter. The booked room is also a VIP room, security is guaranteed, and the system shows that you check in alone."

Flora shook her head.

She couldn't accept this explanation.

"Is it possible to check the camera?"

The receptionist nodded.

"If you want to, you can check, but if you call for exceptional service, that person will also come in from the front door with dignity."

The receptionist said, but their face is not red, and their heart is not beating fast as calmly as telling the truth. Flora realized that the front desk clerk was trying to deny responsibility.

"What do you mean the hotel has no responsibility for this?"

The receptionist smiled.

"Our hotel cannot manage outside services called in by customers, ma'am."

This attitude of hers is not helping.

Flora had no choice but to turn around and go straight out reluctantly. As soon as she stepped out of the hotel door, the phone in her pocket rang again.

She sighed and took out her phone. It was her boyfriend, Patrick Jones. He was the person she didn't want to face the most.

"Hello."

Her somber tone caught Patrick's attention, but he thought she was sulking because he missed his date yesterday. With guilt in his heart, he immediately spoke softly to her.

"Are you still mad at me? Please don't be angry anymore, and you won't be beautiful if you get angry too much, my princess... What happened yesterday was a problem."

She let out a sigh and stopped at the side of the road.

"Yes, I understand. I don't blame you."

Patrick had to find her comfort:

"Don't cry, and I'm back. Where are you now, send me your location, and I will send someone to pick you up."

She could not contain her tears.

Flora leaned against a tree by the roadside, wrapping her arms around herself. Her heart is highly conflicted. She wants to meet him but dares not meet him.

One thing is for sure, it is impossible to meet too soon. At least... let her readjust her state first.

"You don't have to be like that. You just returned from a long trip, so you should rest first. We... we can meet later...."

Patrick smiled, looking forward to seeing her again.

The two have been in love for five years, but they are far away from each other. It has been a long time since he has seen the beautiful face of the person he loves and misses.

But as she said, he doesn't need to be too hasty.

"That is okay. I will come over to pick you up in the afternoon, and we will go out to walk around. Also, my father will hold a small party to celebrate my return... well, I will tell you more clearly in the afternoon."

From now until the afternoon, it would probably be enough for her to adjust her mood and not behave abnormally in front of him. When she didn't say anything, he was about to say goodbye when he heard her trembling voice again.

"I... Patrick..."

Putting the phone to his ear again, he smiled, still as gentle as in her memory.

"What happens? You miss me so much?"

She kept nodding, even though no one was in front of her.

"Yes, I miss you... miss you so much... I miss you so much... so much... I have wanted to see you since yesterday...."

Patrick laughed.

"My stupid princess, aren't we going to meet soon?"

He wanted to fly to her right away.

Behind the lobby of the ROYAL INVITE hotel, a woman wearing a hotel staff uniform looked extremely worried, her brow furrowed, and she kept glancing at the hotel entrance.

A beautiful girl just came out of the hotel from that door.

"Manager, what should we do?"

She couldn't hold back the anxiety in her heart, constantly changing her standing position, but the "manager" didn't seem very impatient.

Without waiting for the "manager" to respond, she continued.

"Yesterday's receptionist arranged her into the VIP room reserved for the president of the SEI group. The man she was talking about was him. They slept together...! If he finds out about this ...."

The significant investment of their hotel is still waiting for SEI group to pour capital.

If Matthew Charles had discovered this disastrous mistake and withdrawn the investment, they would not be able to bear the consequences.

The hotel manager looked at the impatient woman in front of her, reached out, and grabbed her hand.

This is her practical assistant, but she loses her temper when there is a big problem.

"You calmed down. Last night he didn't notice anything unusual. Maybe he thought that we arranged the girl. That girl also ignored this. Currently, the only people who know the truth are you and me. We can be able to hide it..."

She thought for a moment, then added:

"First, you force firing the receptionist yesterday."

***

With the warm morning sun on the pavement, Patrick looked outside, taking a deep breath. Filling his nose was the familiar air of the friendly city.

The time difference does not seem to affect him too much because now, in his heart, there is only the expectation of meeting the person he loves.

He had been away from this city for three years and hadn't seen her for that long.

The driver looked at his master through the rearview mirror, smiled, and said:

"You have been away from home for three years. Do you think this city has changed much?"

Patrick nodded without hesitation.

"It's changed a lot, but that's okay. I think I'll get used to it soon."

The driver laughed. He had heard very well what Patrick said to the person on the other end of the phone. That little girl he knew was his master's girlfriend.

Calculating the time, it seems that it has been three years since Patrick has not seen her. He has also experienced his youth and understands his impatience to meet his lover.

"You haven't seen her in a while, little girl Flora, right? She's a young girl now, and she must be wonderful."

That little girl three years ago was lovely. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been so memorable to his master.

It is still said that a girl will become more beautiful when she grows up, and he also wants to see what such a little girl will look like. On Patrick' face was undisguised pride.

"Of course, she's sure wonderful. You've never seen anyone as beautiful as her before. Besides... She's already graduated, not like she just became a young girl. She can...." He slightly lowered his head and smiled: "She is possible to get married to me..."