Dazed after the kiss, Scarlett Glenn let go of the man.
“This is a thank you gift, it tasted good…”
Scarlett Glenn held a cigarette in one hand and playfully patted the man’s face with the other, her smile enticing but slightly perverse: “If this were a few years ago, I might have actually been brave enough to spend the night at your place, and get into your bed, just for a cigarette.”
Scarlett Glenn swayed and turned to leave, but her wrist was suddenly grabbed, and she was pulled back, spinning around twice before coming to a stop with her back against the women’s restroom door…
Her head spinning, and vision blurring, she could barely stand.
The man she kissed said, “Spend the night with me, and you can be the female lead in ‘Cold Fragrance’.”
His voice was suppressive, husky, and deep, pleasing to the ears but laced with a bitter resentment.
Scarlett Glenn blinked, “Casting couch?”
“Something like that.”
Scarlett Glenn somehow mustered the strength to push him away, turn around, and walk away.
She wobbled four steps before stopping, turning back to look at the man she had kissed, still standing there: “Why don’t you go?”
“Where to?”
“To consummate our arrangement, let’s go to a hotel room.
It’s on me.”
…
Scarlett Glenn had no idea what she had done; she just heard him say that she could be the female lead in “Cold Fragrance,” so she followed him.
As for Mr.
Howard, who cares about him anymore?
She didn’t even want to spare a glance at that pig-like man.
Her self-destructive behavior seemingly driven by alcohol, she’d rather leave with a stranger than sleep with a man for a role.
Scarlett Glenn was intoxicated, she got in the car and soon fell asleep.
When she finally woke up in a daze, she was already lying in a hotel bed, with him straddling her, making her uncomfortable, peering down at her.
He pinched her chin: “Are you somehow still able to sleep?”
Scarlett Glenn tilted her head, still drunk, and giggled, “You look so much like someone I know…”
“Who?
What kind of acquaintance?”
Scarlett Glenn bit her finger, thinking for a moment: “I honestly can’t remember.”
He lowered his head, biting her lower lip, his tongue tracing her lips, “Can’t remember the face, or the name?”
Scarlett Glenn moaned softly, his kiss was so comforting, she said, “I don’t remember either…”
“Damn…”
He gritted his teeth, “You don’t remember anything, but you still say he’s an acquaintance?”
Scarlett Glenn: “The feeling of kissing you is familiar…”
“Damn it… how many people have you kissed over the years?”
Scarlett Glenn: “I don’t know…”
…
Later on, Scarlett Glenn only knew her clothes were torn, and then… nothing else.
What could she remember as a hungover person?
Being taken away by a stranger and still being alive when the sun came up was already a surprise.
When she awoke, she was naked, her head throbbing with pain and her body weak.
She glanced at the pillow next to her, sunken from use and emitting a male’s scent, but he was long gone.
Scarlett Glenn got out of bed and found her clothes all torn apart, including her underwear.
She swore, it seemed as if that bastard didn’t want her to leave by tearing up her clothes.
Scarlett Glenn’s lungs were close to bursting with anger.
Yesterday, she planned to play a trick on Mr.
Howard by slipping him some medicine and then just lying beside him when the sun came up, but she never expected…
that she’d end up being played instead.
Damn, men can be so deceiving.