Chapter 5: Unwelcome Attention

Milan's POV

Sorensen said nothing, just kept advancing. He was about to press right up against me.

I instinctively dodged, but he continued forward, smoothly lying down on the bed with his hands pillowed behind his head, watching me with amusement.

That's when I realized—he'd deliberately forced me to move aside!

"You... asshole! This is my bed! I paid for it!"

I grabbed his arm, trying to pull him off, but no matter how hard I tugged, I couldn't budge him even an inch. Instead, he took the opportunity to reach out and tuck the cash I'd given him into my camisole strap, then spread his hands.

The message was clear: I didn't take your money.

I pulled the bills from my strap, so angry I had to laugh.

"You think this is funny?" He looked at me with a serious expression, like a teacher about to discipline a misbehaving student.

I knew the bed was his, but I wanted it anyway. I was dying—why should I care about rules and propriety? Besides, I'd offered him money.

"Either way, this bed is mine tonight. I'm sleeping here."

My parents didn't want me, Tyrone had abandoned me—I had nothing left. And now even he was bullying me!

I'd never been treated like this!

My nose stung, and my eyes gradually grew moist. I bit my lower lip, stubbornly refusing to let the tears fall.

Sorensen's expression froze. His smile faded, his brow furrowing slightly as he stared directly into my eyes.

I blinked frantically, trying to clear the moisture from the corners of my eyes.

"What... what are you looking at? It's sweat!"

Of course, that only made it worse. His expression grew increasingly complicated.

I figured if this continued, he'd just think I was some fragile princess who burst into tears at the slightest provocation. I refused to let him look down on me!

I had to do something to regain the upper hand!

I stared at him and noticed his shirt had ridden up at the corner, revealing glimpses of his abs through the gap—

"I get it now!"

I wiped away my tears, deliberately raising my voice. "You're playing hard to get! This whole act—you're trying to seduce me!"

I yanked up his shirt in one swift motion. The abs beneath were wildly sculpted, their lines sharp and defined without an ounce of excess fat—absolute perfection.

Then, without hesitation, I placed my hand on them!

Ah! They felt incredible!

I couldn't help myself—I ran my hand over them a couple of times. His body temperature was high, almost burning hot to the touch.

I didn't know if it was hormones or what, but when I touched his abs, the dull ache in my stomach that had been bothering me actually started to fade!

Okay, I needed to take back what I'd said earlier. Men—or at least Sorensen—did have some use after all!

"Like what you see?"

Sorensen's icy voice sounded in my ear. I snapped back to reality, feeling slightly embarrassed, and muttered insincerely, "Average. Compared to others, you're lacking something."

His expression grew even colder. "Others?"

"What else? Did you think you're the only one I've ever touched?"

I looked at him provocatively. Suddenly, he smiled. "Little liar."

Sorensen sat up, gripping both my wrists with one hand, then pulled me entirely into his embrace—only when experiencing it firsthand did I understand just how terrifying the strength in that muscular arm truly was.

Like an eagle seizing a chick, he effortlessly dragged me onto the bed. He rolled over, pinning me down, his thigh pressing between my knees, his hands braced against the mattress on either side of my head, looking down at me from above.

Those sapphire-blue eyes held colors I couldn't decipher, burning so intensely I couldn't meet his gaze directly and instinctively looked away.

The room had grown very quiet—so quiet I could hear our heated breathing.

"Casually provoking men is dangerous. Do you have any idea how tempting you are right now? Hmm? Naive little princess."

His voice carried a restless edge. His finger hooked a strand of my hair, his gaze burning with an intensity I couldn't understand, as if one more push would make him devour me whole.

My heart pounded wildly. The memory of that night flashed through my mind, and my face burned hot.

"So what? Man-whore, don't think a few harsh words will scare me!"

His upturned lips froze, his expression darkening terribly. He released the strand of hair he'd been toying with, flinging it aside.

"Listen carefully. I'm telling you for the last time—I am not a fucking prostitute. Stop calling me that."

"Fine, then what should I call you? Sweetheart? Baby? Husband? Or maybe you want something more exciting—how about Daddy?"

I rubbed my foot against his crotch. The contact was scorching hot. I teased him, "Which title got you hard? Or do you like them all?"

"How about this—we sleep together tonight, and I'll call you each one and see how you react."

Sorensen's breathing grew heavier. I swallowed, bracing myself for him to pounce, but instead, he just looked at me deeply, then turned and walked away.

"I'm going to shower. Stay here. Don't go outside."

The door closed behind him.

Only then did I realize—he'd agreed to let me stay?

The weight on my chest finally lifted, but immediately, a new problem arose. I'd spent three days in the hospital, and after that heart-pounding confrontation just now, I'd worked up quite a sweat. My whole body felt sticky and disgusting.

I sat on the bed for ten minutes, but I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to leave the room, following the sound of running water to the bathroom.

The door wasn't completely closed. Through the frosted glass, I could see Sorensen's silhouette inside—the opaque glass only revealed the outline of his powerful physique.

"Sorensen, how much longer are you going to be? I want to shower."

I saw the figure inside pause mid-motion while drying himself, then continue. Not only did he not answer me, but he also started humming some unidentifiable tune he hadn't been humming before, acting like he had all the time in the world.

He was getting revenge on me!

I gritted my teeth. Fine—worst case, I'd shower with him! Let's see if he could handle that!

Just as I was about to open the door and go in, the handle of the main door suddenly turned.

I whipped my head around, making eye contact with three pairs of eyes as the door opened.

In the doorway stood a man in a black jacket, silver rings piercing both his nose and ears, leading two girls inside while chatting and laughing. When he opened his mouth to speak, I even spotted a small ring on his tongue.

Their laughter cut off abruptly the instant they saw me, all eyes turning toward me in unison.

The two girls' gazes held curiosity mixed with wariness.

"Luke, who's this girl?"

Luke looked me over, his eyes lighting up. I could feel his gaze aggressively scanning me from head to toe in an incredibly short span of time before he flashed a mouthful of yellowed teeth.

"Beautiful lady, are you Sorensen's girlfriend?"