Jemima Wong stood at the door of the hotel room, impatiently and clumsily swiping the room card on the monitor.
The tall man standing beside her, didn't seem to be in a hurry like Jemima was.
He was wearing a black, well designed shirt, with black cotton pants. And with his hands slipped into his pockets, his striking appearance, and the way he leaned on Jemima, with his large hand placed on her tiny waist. He looked like a demi god brought out from a painting.
After five unsuccessful attempts of trying to open the room door, Jemima groaned, frustrated. Her eyes felt too dizzy and heavy to see where she was placing the card. She took a deep breath and tried again.
The monitor made a loud sound, and then the door opened.
Jemima pulled the hands of the young man besides her into the room, and then closed the door slowly.
After closing the door, she turned back to stare at the man. with her lips pursed, and with shaky hands, she silently began to take her clothes off.
When she had finally removed her black cotton dress, she began taking off her jewelries: first her necklace, then her earrings. When she was done, she stood staring at him in only her underwear and her bra.
She watched him for a moment, expecting his eyes to bulge out in surprise at her half naked body.
But nothing happened, he didn't seem to be surprised at all. There was an impatient look on his handsome face, as if he just wanted to get it done quick, and leave.
Gently, Jemima staggering slightly, walked towards the right corner of the large hotel suite, and brushing past him lightly, she made for the light switch of the room.
He turned to stare at her, puzzled.
"I like the lights to be dim." She explained. "It saves me a lot of stress."
He shrugged, and began taking off his shirt.
When the black shirt fell on the couch, exposing his sexy, muscular chest. Jemima blushed hard. Her red ears and her red cheeks made her look like a cute little bunny.
She covered her face with her right palm. Hoping he would not see how embarrassed she was.
Ever since her ex husband Noah Scott, had divorced her, she hadn't been interested in men ever since.
But today had been exceptional. After she had seen her examination result, and figured out that because of this, she wouldn't be able to become a full doctor, she had walked into this bar, determined to drink herself to stupor, and forget all her sorrows. After she had had her fith shot of their hardest drinks, she staggered to the bathroom. And it was then she had met him.
He had been drunk too. But not too drunk to not know what he was doing. It had started first with a kiss. He had seized her in his arms and had kissed her sensually. And only that kiss had been enough to unleash the sensual desire in her.
She had pulled him with her, and after he had booked a room he led her upstairs with him. And she had followed.
And now they were here.
"Shy?"He asked her. Amusement clearly written on his face.
Jemima waved her hands. "No... am not."
Even though she couldn't see his face clearly as she walked to him, she knew he was handsome. She could feel it.
He pulled her into his arms; wrapping his arms around her waist. And kissing her neck, he led her to the bed.
The pain that followed was nothing like Jemima had expected. It was frightening, scary. And yet still it was exciting, exhilarating, and unimaginable.
The next morning, by the time Jemima Wong woke up. The sun had already began spreading its golden light everywhere. The golden rays of the sun brightened the hotel room, giving it an extravagant look.
She blinked tiredly. Feeling very sore all over her body, she suddenly sat up, and made to get down from the bed. But the sharp, unbearable pain that shot up from the lower part of her body made her to sit back on the bed.
When she looked down, she discovered that she was naked. And then suddenly a blush crept up on her cheeks.
The scenes from the night before came tumbling down her minds in torrents.
She turned to look at the other side of the bed.
And behold, lying next to her was her ex husband, Noah Long President of the Long industries. The man who had once shattered her heart!
Suddenly she began to shiver. How could it be possible that the MSN she had seen last night was Noah Long
Why didn't she recognize him?
Jemima felt angry and dissapointed in her self.
She had spent a whole night with the man, she hated the most! And all this wouldn't had happened if she hadn't failed her exams!
She could feel her blood boiling inside of her.
"Why am I even angry?" She asked herself and sighed. "I was the one who pulled the him upstairs to this room.
She looked around the suite admiringly for a second and then thought:
"I have to leave now before he notices me!"
She leaned back on the bed worriedly looking at the red clock on the wall.
She had an appointment with her uncle, by twelve. And this was a few minutes passed eleven.
She knew, deep down inside her that she couldn't miss this appointment; all her efforts would be in vain. After a few minutes of deciding what to do. She moved gently and slowly towards the end of the bed. And placing one foot quietly against the other, she came down from the bed.
But immediately she took the next step forward, the pain shot up through her entire body. This time, more painful than the last one.
Jemima fell down on the bed right next to Noah Long
And at that scary moment, Noah Long opened his eyes, immediately after he heard the noise.
He frowned hard when he saw the face of the woman staring at him.
Jemima Whitney stared at the man in front of her, and she felt scared. Noah Long was an extremely handsome man, and as his deep dark sparkling, charismatic eyes stared into Jemima's green ones. A cold aura surrounded the room.
Jemima kept on staring at him, shivering furiously. She willed her mind to think of a way to escape from this man. But none seemed forthcoming.
And suddenly without thinking, Jemima shifted herself away from him and in that short moment, she made a swift attempt to run, not minding her clothes situation.
But in that same swift moment, Noah Long was faster than her and just before she could run, he seized her arms and pulled her to him.
Jemima fell down heavily on the bed.
Noah Long knitted his brows together in anger. His eyes were filled with disgust and hatred. And then tightening the grip on her arm he spat out viciously: "Jemima Wong Aren't you tires of climbing into my bed?
