Chapter 2 One-night Stand

"Alright." Jennifer's voice was barely a whisper as she glanced at the silver thread connecting their lips.

Francis held her close as they walked towards the elevator. One of her hands rested on his chest, and she shyly buried her face into him. His gray shirt had a wet spot, faintly revealing the muscles underneath and a small brown protrusion. On a whim, she pressed her fingertip against Francis's erect nipple.

Francis took a sharp breath and grabbed her hand. "Hey, cut it out!" Just then, the elevator arrived, and he pushed Jennifer inside, pinning her against the wall for another intense kiss.

This seemingly demure woman turned out to be quite mischievous; he had to kiss her breathless to keep her from moving.

By the time she was tossed onto the bed, Jennifer's head was spinning. Her chest heaved from the lack of oxygen caused by their kissing. She thought she heard the receptionist call the man "Mr. Carter," but she didn't have time to think it over.

Francis's hot body was already pressing down on her, covering her completely. As he kissed her, his hands roamed over her ample breasts and slender waist, making her skin tingle even through her clothes.

He seemed particularly fond of her delicate neck, leaving deep hickeys as he nibbled and sucked. Jennifer panted softly, her whole body turning to jelly, and she was getting wet.

One of Francis's hands slipped under her skirt, slowly moving up her thigh. Jennifer felt ticklish and tried to close her legs, but Francis wedged his knee between them, rubbing the inside of her thigh and even brushing against her panties. The thin fabric became damp, and Francis chuckled. "You're wet. You really want it?"

Jennifer turned her face away in embarrassment and frustration, suddenly grabbing his wandering hand. "This is dirty. Let's shower first."

Francis laughed louder, sucking hard on her lower lip before finally getting up and heading to the bathroom.

Jennifer lay on the bed, breathless, for a while before sitting up and looking at herself in the mirror. Her clothes were disheveled, revealing half of her bra, her lipstick was smeared, and her eyes were watery as if she had been crying.

She covered her face and let out a regretful groan. She had never seen herself like this, as if she were under the influence of an aphrodisiac. Hearing the shower running, she suddenly jumped up as if scalded, hurriedly grabbed her small bag, and ran for the door. She turned back before leaving, placed a stack of cash on the nightstand, and then walked out.

When Francis came out of the shower, feeling refreshed, he found that Jennifer was gone, and there was a stack of cash on the nightstand. It took him a moment to realize that the woman had left him money, treating him like a gigolo. To make matters worse, she had aroused his desire and then left him hanging.

Francis, who was always popular with women, had never been humiliated like this. He angrily threw the towel onto the bed, and with a sharp sound, he noticed a delicate bracelet on the floor. Was it hers? Curious, he picked it up. The bracelet was platinum with a few colorful gemstones, quite exquisite. For some reason, he decided to keep it. As for the cash, he left it for the cleaning staff as a tip.

Jennifer felt disheveled and didn't dare go home, so she checked into a nearby hotel. To her surprise, Eugene called. She hung up, but he called again. After several attempts, Jennifer reluctantly answered.

"Jennifer, where are you? Why'd you hang up on me?" Eugene's voice was quick and accusatory. After parting ways with Aria Clark, he had gone to the restaurant to wait for Jennifer.

Today was their anniversary. When Jennifer didn't show up, a colleague messaged him, saying they saw someone who looked like his girlfriend at "Aurora Nightclub."

Eugene often went to there for business, so he knew the place well. Though he trusted Jennifer to be a good girl, her lateness warranted a call. He didn't expect her to hang up on him, and now he was genuinely worried.

Jennifer sneered. "How dare you ask me?"

Eugene said, "Today is our anniversary. Did you forget? I've been waiting at the restaurant for an hour. Did you really go to a nightclub?"

Jennifer snapped back, "Yeah, not only did I go to the nightclub, but I also hired ten gigolos, all younger and more handsome than you."

Eugene interrupted, "Jennifer, stop it. Why have you changed like this?"

"You can hug and kiss other women, so I can find other men," Jennifer said angrily. Though she refused to admit defeat, her heart ached. After three years, she had genuinely fallen for Eugene and even dreamed of marrying him. It wasn't easy to let go.

Eugene's reproach got stuck in his throat. She saw it. Since that was the case, there was no need to pretend anymore. "Aria is the daughter of the chairman of Vitality Pharmaceuticals Group. I didn't want to offend her. But my love for you is real. I don't want to hurt you. No matter what, you shouldn't disrespect your own body."

Jennifer laughed bitterly. "Eugene, after dating you for three years, I never thought you could be so shameless. You cheated on me because you didn't want to hurt me? You think this is the Middle Ages? You want multiple wives? Get lost. We're done!" With that, she quickly hung up and blocked his number.

Now that she saw Eugene's true colors, there was no way she'd soften because of his concern. If he wanted to marry up, he could have at least broken up with her first. But he chose to deceive her while courting a wealthy heiress. What a jerk!

The more Jennifer thought about it, the angrier she got. She called her best friend, Mia Anderson, and asked her to come over so they could vent about trashy men together.

As soon as Mia walked in, she started ranting. "That Eugene, swearing to your dad he'd treat you well forever, and your dad introduced him to so many big clients. We all thought he genuinely loved you. Turns out he's just a heartless, opportunistic jerk."

Mia ranted for a good ten minutes, her vocabulary impressive, making Jennifer marvel.

She felt much better and handed Mia a cold beer. "Thirsty after all that? Drink up and keep going." The two of them slumped on the couch, drinking, chatting, and cursing Eugene until the middle of the night, when they finally fell asleep, heads resting against each other.

The next day, Jennifer woke up around noon, sunlight filtering through the curtains onto her face. She groaned, rubbing her head, and grabbed her phone. The screen flashed with Marlowe Grey's name. Marlowe was her father's second wife after her mother passed away. Though not deeply bonded, they got along well.

Jennifer quickly answered. Marlowe's voice was urgent, almost crying. "Jennifer, what happened between you and Eugene? Your dad's company is in trouble!"