It was 10 o'clock in the evening, and the moonlight was charming.
Room 101, the top floor of the Hilton Manor Hotel.
In the room where she couldn't see her fingers, she remembered a burst of ambiguous breathing...
Stacy Morgan opened her eyes, only to feel that the primal chaos in front of her couldn't be seen clearly. Her body seemed to be on fire, and it was extremely hot.
There seemed to be someone on her body. She struggled to push him, but the man did not move.
Her mind was in a mess and she had no idea what was going on.
She just vaguely remembered that she was welcoming her fiancé, who had returned from abroad. Because she was too happy, he was drunk and was sent back to her room by her step-sister to rest.
She didn't expect to see this scene when she woke up.
"Who are you..." Stacy's voice was shattered by the man's movements, and she didn't even have the strength to push his chest away.
However, what answered her was only a heavy gasp, as well as a body that clung even closer to her body.
"Let me go..."
She had never fallen in love like this. Her desire was attracted by him and she couldn't help but respond to this man.
The other party's body was exceptionally hot, and his frowning appearance did not seem to be quite right. Stacy faintly felt that it was a little strange, but she was unable to stop the man.
She gradually lost consciousness along with the constant collisions. Finally, she couldn't hold on any longer and fainted.
The sky outside was getting darker and darker. Around three o'clock in the morning, the cell phone on the bedside table suddenly vibrated violently.
The man frowned and woke up from his sleep. His gaze swept across the mess in front of him and then turned to look at Stacy, who was only covered by a thin blanket on the bed. His expression immediately darkened.
He picked up the phone and slammed it hard, and the anger in his eyes was almost undisguised.
"He actually dared to drug me. It seems that he is really tired of living."
He got up, lifted the quilt, and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Then he turned around and left the room without a trace of reluctance. It seemed that the person on the bed was just an object, and there was no need to look at it.
...
By the time she woke up again, it was already the morning of the next day.
The moment she opened her eyes, she felt a splitting headache, and her whole body ached as if she had been beaten.
She sat at the head of the bed in a daze. The scenes of last night flashed through her mind like a movie, making her tremble in despair.
The man who was with her was obviously not her fiancé, Josh Smith. She had lost her virginity in such an inexplicable situation.
What should I do...
"What should I do?"
She hurriedly picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on. She just wanted to go home and wash up. She didn't want to stay here for a second longer.
However, the moment she opened the door, she saw Josh, who was standing outside in shock, as well as her angry sister and father.
"...Josh?"
Stacy didn't know how to explain, but her father slapped her hard in the face.
The mess in the room had not been cleaned up, which was dazzling.
"Look at what you have done. It's a disgrace to our Morgan family. How can I have a daughter like you!"
Josh clenched his right hand tightly and looked at her face with a frown. "Stacy, I'm really disappointed in you."
"It's not like that, no." She shook her head desperately and subconsciously wanted to hold Josh's hand for fear that he would leave. "I was drunk last night. I obviously went back to my room to rest."
She suddenly came to her senses and stared at Karen Morgan her stepsister in shock. "You did it, didn't you? You sent me back to the hotel last night. Why did you do this to me?"
Hearing this, Karen looked aggrieved. "Sister, I don't understand what you're talking about. I've never done such a thing."
"You haven't done it before?" Stacy sneered. She was extremely angry. "Then why would I stay in someone else's room? Why would that man..."
"Enough!"
Josh's roar interrupted her, as if he didn't want to listen anymore.
"You still want to push what you've done to others?" Josh looked at her coldly as if he was only looking at an object. "Stacy, it's only been half a year since I left, but you're already so lustful. How can you climb into someone else's bed?"
Stacy hugged her arm in a panic, tears rolling out of her eyes as they fell onto the carpet.
She did not believe that the man who said those words was Josh, who had been with her for three years and was about to enter the wedding hall.
"Josh." She was almost begging in a low voice. She looked at the resolute man in front of her and said, "Believe me..."
"Don't say that. I feel sick when I hear you say that." Josh's face was full of disgust as he turned his head to avoid her gaze. After saying those words, he turned around and strode out of the door. "Let's cancel the engagement. I don't want to see you again."
His words were like a sharp knife, stabbing straight into Stacy's heart. It was so painful that she couldn't breathe anymore. The despair in her heart was spreading little by little, almost overflowing.
"Josh!"
She stumbled and wanted to chase after him, but her father next to her grabbed her arm and pushed her shoulder to kneel on the ground.
"What else do you want to do? Don't you think it's shameful enough for our Morgan family? Stacy, from today on, get out of the Morgan family. I don't have a daughter like you anymore!"
Stacy was stunned. After that, she was in a daze and didn't even know how she got home in the end.
The luggage had been packed and thrown at the door. Mr. Morgan had even booked a ticket for her. What he wanted was for her to immediately pick up something and get out of the country.
"Sister, are you okay?"
Stacy was in a daze as she lowered her head to pick up her things when she saw Karen slowly walking down the stairs.
Seeing that Stacy had ignored her, Karen was not angry. Instead, she burst out laughing and said, "Do you really want to know why you appeared in that room? Let me tell you, it was actually me who did it..."
