Chapter 3 His Lunch Fee

Then Michael turned around, switching positions again. “Are you sure you want to do it with me?” His hands were beside her, his eyes looking straight into hers, waiting for an answer. “Of course!” Charlotte roared, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting kisses on him. Then he came closer, ready to proceed with the main event. “Something's poking me! Go a—” Charlotte protested, but her lips were sealed by Michael's the next moment, and the taste of tobacco filled her mouth. And then time stopped, but not for them. Charlotte could feel her strength leaving her as the kiss went on. Everything around her was spinning, and she felt like she was in the clouds. When Michael's hot body pressed against hers, she felt herself burning up in the flames of desire. She struggled in discomfort, but that only made the man kiss her more intensely. All she could smell was his fragrant scent, which only made her more lustful. “Ow, it's hot. Go away.” Go away? However, it was impossible for Michael's lust that had been ensnared to go down, and so, he glared at her and snorted. Too late for that now. Then he pressed on. ... The sunlight poured through the thin sheers the next day, illuminating Charlotte's pale face. Her eyelashes fluttered as she woke up. The first thing she felt was a splitting headache, and her body was sore all over, especially her crotch. She could feel it swelling as if someone tore it apart. Charlotte lay stiffly on the bed, waiting for the pain to pass before opening her eyes. What greeted her first was a chandelier with European engravings, and she blinked her eyes, shocked to see where she was. I don't remember reserving such a room. It's far too classy. Then she felt something amiss and looked to the side. But what she saw next made her freeze, and her eyes widened in horror. There was a man sleeping beside her. He had a sculpted face and incredible features, looking like the nobility of old. Strands of hair spread across his forehead, giving him an unfettered charisma, and she couldn't look away from the handsome man. His thin lips were pursed. Even in his sleep, there was an air of dominance about him. Not only did this man have an imposing aura, but he was also extremely good-looking. As she stared at him, the memories of the night before started popping up in her mind. We did it on the sofa, in the bathroom, and... At that thought, she sucked her stomach in as if she could still feel him thrusting it in her. Embarrassment welled up within, and her face turned scarlet. Holy sh*t! He f*cked me! No, wait. I f*cked him! He said no, but I was drunk, so I pounced on him, begging him to do it! But I've got to say, he's super hot. She frowned at him and rubbed her face, trying to keep her embarrassment down. Well, at least my virginity's given to a guy like him. Better than an old git anyway, so lucky me. Suddenly, she shivered when she was reminded of something, then she tried to stand up, but the stab of pain from her crotch made her stop, the color drained from her face. She grumbled, “Wow, how long have you gone without sex, mister? You almost killed me.” She trembled when she saw the hickeys on her. I'd be dead if someone saw this. He should have been gentler to me. I thought I told him it was my first time. The hickeys were too suggestive, mortifying, even. Right then, a phone rang, and she scrambled to take it. When she saw that it was from the main residence, her face paled even further. She quickly hung up and turned off the phone before rummaging around for her clothes. The corner of her lips twitched when she saw that her shirt was in pieces. “What a barbarian. He even tore my clothes apart.” Why is he so violent? She glared at the man sleeping on the bed and grumbled, “Who would have known that you're so savage? So what if you're handsome? My clothes are ruined because of you, and they cost hundreds.” And then Michael turned around, shocking her. Even though they had sex, coming face to face was still awkward. She gulped and tensed up, observing the man. Once she realized he hadn't woken up, she quickly got some clothes to put on. Fortunately, her skirt was made out of denim, and only the button was damaged. She could make do with it, but her top was out of the question. After scanning the room, she was left with no choice but to take the man's shirt. A few buttons were missing, and the shirt was open down to her chest. She was mildly annoyed, but that was all she had at the moment. It was usable after some tying up, though it made her look a tad bit sexy. “You might have torn my clothes, but at least you worked hard, so I won't let you go unpaid.” Having said that, she took her wallet out and rummaged for money, but there was not a single note in there. Oh sh*t. I forgot that I have no money. “Sorry. I didn't bring any cash, but you didn't lose anything since my virginity's priceless. Besides, you tore my clothes, but I'll let that slide. Here's twenty-five. Take it and have some lunch.” After that, she took out a note and five coins to put on the bedside table, and then she powered through the pain between her legs and left the hotel in a taxi. I'm never shagging someone like that again, no matter how thirsty I am. He's too violent. Unbeknownst to her, the man opened his eyes the moment she closed the door on the way out. His eyes were clear, unlike someone who had just woken up. When he saw the gleaming coins on the cabinet, his face fell. She expects me to have lunch with that amount of money? I don't think she can afford my lunch even with her annual salary. In fact, he woke up the same time she did, wondering what she would do. However, he never expected her to complain, much less scold him. And she left me with nothing but twenty-five bucks? That's an insult. The last person who insulted him was already dead. He sat up, still looking angry. When he saw the tattered pieces of cloth on the ground, he frowned. Then he took his phone and ordered, “Get me some clothes.” After ending the call, he got out of bed in his birthday suit and went to the bathroom.