Chapter 1

Calla Sherman was awakened by the sound of running water. She opened her tired eyes and was shocked by what she saw.

She was in a luxurious room. The bright morning sun shone on the sheets.

The clothes of a man and a woman were scattered on the carpet, and the scent of the aftermath of a night of passion permeated the room.

She looked at her naked body under the blanket and felt the discomfort coming from her nether region. She tugged at her hair as bits and pieces of the memories from last night came back to her.

Her boyfriend of three years said she was not gentle, considerate, or feminine. So, he went overseas with a wealthy heiress to further his studies.

She put on a brave front, but she was devastated. So, she got very drunk last night.

Then, in the heat of the moment, she grabbed a man from the bar and had a one-night stand with him.

She sat on the bed with her legs trembling. She had always taken good care of herself. Why would she do something that she would normally never even think about doing?

It seemed like the alcohol really did make the meek bold.

Calla scrambled to get herself dressed. She picked up her bag and was about to sneak out of the room unnoticed when the bathroom door opened.

She turned around reflexively and saw a very handsome man walking out.

He had a thick head of hair, a chiseled face, well-defined features, and a muscular build. His powerful muscles could be vaguely seen under his loose pajamas.

He was a man among men and was much better than her bastard ex-boyfriend.

Calla felt an immense surge of satisfaction. She would rather give up her virginity to a stranger than the man who walked out on her.

Her cheeks became flushed as she thought about what happened the night before. He had been both gentle and rough with her. He allowed her to feel the joy of being a woman for the first time in 25 years.

Naturally, she felt ashamed as she stood before him but tried her best to appear calm.

The man seemed quite at ease, which was in stark contrast to Calla's anxiety. He sized her up from top to toe and sneered with disdain. His condescension made Calla feel uncomfortable.

Then, he suddenly walked toward the bed and picked up his Gucci wallet.

Calla noticed a stack of cash in his wallet and immediately snapped back to her senses. Did he think she was a prostitute and was about to pay for her services the night before?

That wouldn't do! She couldn't accept being humiliated by a man that way!

She immediately took out the 150 dollars she had left in her purse and threw it on the bed before he could do anything.

He raised an eyebrow and looked at her in confusion.

She crossed her arms and tried her best to remain composed. Then, she raised her head to look at him and said with a nitpicky tone, "You're quite handsome, but you have terrible stamina. Your technique is quite lacking, too. This is all I can give you!"

"What did you say?"

It was clear that the man was angered by her words. He frowned deeply, and his expression soured.

In order to make her act more believable, Calla patted him on the shoulder and said patronizingly, "I think you should offer your services at a discount to gain more experience.

"You'll be able to earn more when you get more skilled. Women these days have standards, you know?"

"You little…" the man said with gritted teeth.

Calla noticed that he had clenched his fists. She had no intention of brawling with him. So, she dashed out of the room before he lost his temper.

As she walked out of the Grand Hill Hotel, she could still picture the man's furious expression in her mind. She patted her chest to calm herself.

She considered herself lucky for getting out of there so swiftly.