“Lin Nianxi! If you don’t sleep with that old man tonight, I’ll pull the plug on that old hag’s oxygen tube!”
Lin Nianxi stood before the presidential suite, her face pale, her mind echoing with her aunt’s harsh and bitter words.
When she was ten years old, her parents passed away, and she grew up under the roof of her uncle’s family.
Her uncle’s family made her live in a cramped, dilapidated storage room, subjecting her to beatings and scoldings. From a young age, she had to clean and prepare three meals a day for the entire family, only able to eat the leftovers after everyone else had finished.
In her uncle’s home, she was nothing but a punching bag, a free maid.
Since her parents’ death, her grandmother had been the only relative who treated her well, making her feel the warmth of family.
But her grandmother was old and in poor health, having been admitted to the ICU a year ago, surviving only with the help of an oxygen tube.
Recently, her uncle’s company ran into financial difficulties. Her aunt said that a business partner, Boss Wang, had taken a liking to her and promised to invest in her uncle’s company if she agreed to become his mistress.
She refused, but her aunt threatened to pull the plug on her grandmother’s oxygen tube.
For her grandmother’s sake, she had no choice but to come here.
At that moment, the hotel room door was slightly ajar.
She clenched her palms, took a deep breath, and walked inside.
Her high heels made no sound on the pristine, high-quality white wool carpet. Her heart pounded like a drum as she forced herself to step into the hotel room.
The suite was dimly lit. A tall, slender figure stood with his back to her before the expansive floor-to-ceiling window, making a phone call. His voice was deep, magnetic, and carried an overwhelming sense of authority.
The man wore a British-style white shirt paired with a deep black vest. The vest was sharply tailored, cinched at the waist, accentuating his lean and taut waistline.
With broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his tailored high-end suit pants hugged his long, slender legs, giving him a perfectly proportioned physique.
Even from behind, he exuded an air of aloofness and superiority, as if looking down upon the world, creating an intimidating distance that kept others at bay.
Lin Nianxi looked at him in surprise.
Was Boss Wang’s figure really this good?
He was no less impressive than internet celebrities or stars!
At that moment, the man hung up the phone and slowly turned around. The moment he saw Lin Nianxi, his deep, dark eyes coldly and distantly fell upon her. His voice was icy and devoid of warmth. “Who are you?”
The girl before him appeared to be around twenty years old, wearing a khaki trench coat, her figure slender.
Her jet-black, silky hair was tied into a side braid, hanging obediently over her chest. Her porcelain-like face was small and delicate, with exquisite, well-defined features. A pair of dark, glistening almond-shaped eyes gazed at him nervously. She looked soft and sweet, like a freshly ripened light pink peach.
Obedient, soft, and sweet.
The moment Lin Nianxi saw him, her dark, gentle almond eyes widened slightly.
She had imagined Boss Wang as a middle-aged, greasy man with a potbelly and a toad-like figure. She never expected him to be so well-built and handsome!
The soft light fell on the man’s handsome face, highlighting his strikingly deep and refined features. He stood lazily before the floor-to-ceiling window, his demeanor noble and dignified, like a deity high above, sacred and inviolable.
Truly intimidating.
Lin Nianxi’s face flushed slightly. She bit her lip gently with her pearly white teeth. “I’m Lin Nianxi. Tonight… I’m here to be with you…”
With that, Lin Nianxi took a deep breath, mustered her courage, and gently untied the belt of her khaki trench coat with slender, pale fingers—
Instantly, the coat slipped to the floor like silk, pooling around the girl’s delicate, fair ankles.
Huo Jingmo frowned. Before the words “get out” could leave his lips, the scene before him deepened the intensity in his dark eyes.
The girl wore a thin, sheer lace camisole dress. The delicate fabric outlined her slender, graceful figure, faintly revealing her fair, pearl-like skin.
Though she appeared pure and sweet, her figure was strikingly contrasting. Below her collarbone lay a full, soft expanse, the deep, ample curves almost straining against the thin fabric, while her waist remained slender, with a waist-to-hip ratio so alluring it was breathtaking.
In slender high heels, her porcelain-like face flushed pink, she stepped closer to him. Her delicate, pale hands rested on the man’s shoulders as she asked in a soft, sweet voice, “Sir, would you like to?”
She carried a faint scent of flowers and fruit, along with the unique sweetness of a young girl—a fragrance more captivating than any luxury perfume.
Over the years, Huo Jingmo had encountered women bold enough to seduce him, but none had ever gotten close. He felt nothing but disgust for them. They weren’t even worthy of touching the hem of his clothes.
Yet, this girl’s clumsy attempt at seduction and her touch didn’t annoy him.
Seeing him only stare without speaking, Lin Nianxi wondered if he was having second thoughts. She took another deep breath, bit her lip lightly, and mustered the courage to rise on her toes, leaning close to his ear.
Her sweet, soft breaths brushed against the man’s ear, carrying a gentle warmth.
Huo Jingmo’s body tensed.
“Sir, this is my first time,” she whispered, her voice soft and tender, her face burning red. “I’m clean… I can give you a good experience.”
As she drew near, a surge of heat seemed to rise from the base of Huo Jingmo’s spine—
Lin Nianxi’s soft, pale hand rested lightly on the man’s chest. Through his vest and shirt, she could feel the firm outline of solid muscle beneath her palm.
His chest muscles… were so large.
She lifted her damp, dark almond-shaped eyes and boldly met his gaze.
Huo Jingmo’s breathing grew heavier, his dark eyes burning with intensity. His Adam’s apple moved slightly as he spoke in a low, husky voice, as if holding back a flame: “What do you want?”
Lin Nianxi’s clear, dark almond eyes fixed on him. “I want money.”
A faint, mocking smile touched Huo Jingmo’s lips. “At least you’re honest.”
Lin Nianxi pursed her delicate lips. “Sir, can the money… be given directly to me?”
She feared that if the money fell into her uncle’s hands, it would be used to run the company or squandered by her aunt and cousin. She worried it wouldn’t reach her grandmother.
After all, this was money earned by selling herself—she wanted to keep it in her own hands.
Huo Jingmo’s sharp, sensual Adam’s apple moved almost imperceptibly. “I’ll give you a check. Fill in the amount yourself.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the man’s long, powerful arms lifted the girl, carrying her in a princess hold toward the large bed.
Lin Nianxi relaxed. “Thank you, sir.”
As he laid her on the bed and leaned over her, Lin Nianxi wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingertips cold and her voice trembling. “Sir… could you be gentle?”
She bit her lower lip, her eyes reddening. “I’m scared.”
Huo Jingmo paused for a moment.
Scared, yet still daring to provoke him.
The man said nothing, his large hand gently gripping her chin. The next second, his lips captured hers.
His scorching kiss descended upon her.
Lin Nianxi tightly shut her eyes, her breath trembling.
His large hands roamed over her body, the fiery kisses trailing downward…
Lin Nianxi felt as if she had been plunged into boiling lava—she was burning, unbearably hot.
She was about to melt away.
When the pain struck, Lin Nianxi let out a muffled groan, tears immediately streaming down. “It hurts…”
The girl clenched her teeth against her lips, sobbing as tears fell.
“Be good, it won’t hurt once you get used to it.”
The man’s low, husky voice sounded in her ear, indescribably sensual.
That night, Lin Nianxi lost count of how many times he took her. She was tormented into unconsciousness, only to awaken again.
The ordeal continued until past three in the morning, when she could endure no more and fell into a deep, exhausted sleep.
Throughout the night, the screen of Lin Nianxi’s phone flickered on and off, alternating between light and dark.
The caller ID shifted from “Uncle” to “Aunt,” then back to “Uncle,” cycling repeatedly like a relentless summons.
But her phone was set to silent, tossed into the pocket of her trench coat, with no one to answer.