TRUST ME

New York City, night, the city lights just beginning to shine.

Ann Hesi had attended her graduation party in the evening and had quite a bit to drink, her head feeling dizzy and light, quite intoxicated. For some reason, after drinking, she felt a heat throughout her body, a kind of restlessness rising from deep within that made her inexplicably uncomfortable.

Ann Hesi made an excuse to leave early.

She returned to the hotel, fumbled in her bag for the room card, and pushed the door open.

Ann Hesi walked to the bed and fell asleep, in her daze, she heard footsteps approaching, getting closer and closer, until they stopped beside her.

Ann Hesi looked up, her eyes half-narrowed, and saw a tall, unfamiliar man standing over her.

"Who... who are you..." she asked, "A hotel waiter, or... or..."

Before she could finish, Ann Hesi paused, then suddenly giggled, talking to herself, "The service now is so good, delivery to the door, but I... I didnt order a gigolo, I have a fiancé..."

Gigolo? The man thought she took him for a man for sale?

The mans lips curled into a dangerous arc, bending down to pinch her chin, his voice deep: "Even if I were for sale, Im afraid you cant afford it."

He smelled the alcohol on her, frowning in disgust.

Ann Hesi was pinched by his strength, a bit painful: "Gently, it hurts. You go out. Im going to sleep, remember to close the door for me..."

The man snorted coldly, let go, and was about to turn away when Ann Hesi suddenly took the initiative to hold his sleeve.

"Hot, so hot... Why is your hand so cool, so comfortable, or dont let go..."

The man stopped, not even looking at her, mercilessly waving her hand away.

But Ann Hesi entangled herself, her hands tightly clasping the mans strong waist, murmuring unconsciously: "Hot, Im hot..."

She looked up, her chin rubbing on the mans chest, making the man stiffen all over.

The man lowered his head, and by the dim light in the room, he finally saw the woman in his arms clearly.

His hard outline suddenly softened, his eyebrows slightly raised: "So its you..."

Ann Hesi had already lost her consciousness, following her instinct, clinging to the man, constantly pulling at her clothes, revealing her fair and round shoulders, she continued to pull: "Uuu, so hot, cant take it off... Uuuuu..."

The man asked: "Who drugged you?"

Ann Hesi couldnt hear what he was saying, feeling hot and uncomfortable all over, tingly, extremely uncomfortable.

She only knew that this man in front of her could save her.

Ann Hesis voice was like a kitten, soft and gentle; "Help me, why is this skirt so hard to take off, so hot... Turn the air conditioning down a bit more..."

Any normal man cannot resist her current passion.

The man chuckled lowly, his voice full of magnetism. He reached out his slender hand, found the zipper of her dress, and slowly pulled it down.

Her graceful body was exposed to him, and the mans dark eyes deepened instantly.

He turned over and firmly pressed her under him, licking her earlobe: "Little fairy, since you came to the door, I wont be polite."

A night of entanglement, clouds and rain.

Ann Hesi was exhausted and fell asleep, but the man played with her hair, his handsome face cold, but his eyes twinkling with fine light.

The next day.

Ann Hesi woke up with a headache that was about to explode, and as soon as she turned over, she saw a man lying next to her, naked.

The muscles on his shoulders were so strong that she wanted to reach out and poke them.

She sat up in a hurry, quickly lifted the quilt in front of her, and then covered it in a panic.

My God, what... whats going on? Did she sleep with a strange man last night?

Ann Hesi looked at the man beside her again and found that this man not only had a good figure but also a first-class handsome face.

Now, the mans sleeping appearance can be directly painted.

Ann Hesi bit her lower lip, trying to recall what happened last night, but sadly found herself... drunk.

Did she go to the wrong room and, under the influence of alcohol, forced this man?

No, her room card was for this room, and she couldnt open someone elses door!

After thinking about it, Ann Hesi suddenly realized that this man is probably the kind of man who sells himself... gigolo, commonly known as a cowboy.

Well, yes, thats it.

Ann Hesi secretly got out of bed, picked up her underwear from the ground, and put them on one by one. She didnt see the mans eyes suddenly open behind her.

After dressing, Ann Hesi turned and looked at the man on the bed, relieved to find that he hadnt woken up.

She carefully opened her bag, searching and muttering to herself: "Last night, whether you started it or I did, I still have to pay you. I still have a thousand dollars... Ah? Wheres my money?"

Ann Hesi looked at her wallet and was stunned.

Apart from a hundred-dollar bill, she only had two coins left, which she had taken the subway with a few days ago.

"A thousand dollars... I dont have it either. Ah, forget it, a hundred dollars, Ill give it all to you, keep the change. The two coins are for you too, all for you."

Ann Hesi put the $102 on the mans pillow, not daring to breathe, for fear of waking him up.

What if the man wakes up, sees that she only gave him such a small amount of money, and makes a fuss with her, she cant afford to lose face.

Without daring to look back, Ann Hesi fled the room.

Hearing the door close, the man opened his eyes again and sat up lazily.

His bony fingers stretched out and picked up the $102, and the mans thin lips rose, laughing: "Slept with me, and only give such a small reward?"

His deep eyes swept across the crumpled shirt under the bed, the man picked up his phone, dialed a series of numbers: "Send a set of clothes to the hotel, now."

The other party respectfully replied: "Yes, Mr. Mo."

The tailor-made high-end handmade suit was quickly delivered by a special person, and the man carefully dressed up, ready to leave when he saw the money on the pillow, and went back to pick it up, his eyes raised, his voice low and thick: "I wont go to the company today, postpone the morning meeting, Ill go to the Mo family."

"Yes, Mr. Mo."

The man turned and walked out, his steps steady, his back tall and straight, and his noble temperament was impossible to ignore.