Chapter 2: Stop Pestering Me

Her legs ached so much, and the faint traces of blood were grim reminders that she was no longer a virgin.

Last night, at her friend's birthday party on the fourth floor of the Nepal Hotel, she found the fruit wine irresistibly good and consumed a lot more than she should have. Little did she know that it would get her drunk. She only remembered feeling a headache from the alcohol and decided to step out for some fresh air, but everything that happened after was a blur. It was clear, though, that the shameful love bites on her body were the handiwork of Wayne Bailey!

Suddenly, the bathroom door was flung open, and there stood a man, his presence ice-cold.

"Last night was just a one-night stand. Don't tell me you want a second time?" Anna Jadwin hastily clutched her clothes to cover herself up, "Stay away..."

Wayne Bailey had a cold smile in the corner of his mouth: "Strip. Take off the clothes."

"On what grounds? It was a stroke of great luck for you that you got to sleep with me for a night. Don't imagine there'll be a second time." Anna Jadwin threw up her petite chin defiantly. She swore that if he dared touch her again, she would make him pay.

"What you're wearing is my shirt," murmured Wayne Bailey, his seductive voice escaping from his dubious lips.

Anna Jadwin froze. In an instant, she was naked as he ripped her shirt off. It was as simple as peeling an eggshell.

"You—" She was so mad she could bite him to death.

Wayne Bailey turned his back to her and walked out of the bathroom, treating her nakedness with such indifference as though it was contaminated with viruses.

"Aren't you grossed out by me? Now that I've worn your clothes, do you still want them?" Anna Jadwin, wrapping a towel around herself, taunted provocatively.

No sooner had she spoken than he just tossed the shirt into the trash.

"I never keep things that have been dirtied, nor do I give them away for others to enjoy." Wayne Bailey's voice was deep and cold.

Anna Jadwin bit her lip and angrily shut the bathroom door.

Three years ago, the man who had held her passionately in his arms, kissed her fervently, and confessed his love was now unable to recognize her just because she had applied some makeup.

...

Wayne Bailey's jaw clenched. The sight of the woman's clothes strewn about made him frown.

The blasted woman had been on the run for three years, and he had been searching for her for as long!

And she had the audacity to use a pseudonym when she was with him...

Enormous power and influence he had in Sloviane, and yet he couldn't find a single woman?

Vernon, the servant, carried in clean clothes happily, relieved to see their young master finally relieved of his virginity the previous night.

"Young master, how do you plan to handle this woman?"

As Wayne Bailey was fixing his tie, his reflection in the mirror was icy cold, "Silence her."

"What?"

"Ask her what she wants, let her name her price." Wayne Bailey stood up to walk out. If it wasn't for the fact that her eyes resembled those of the woman from his memory, he would have killed her without hesitation.

He was befuddled last night due to excessive drinking and mistook Anna Jadwin for her…

As Anna Jadwin washed off the masculine scent that belonged to Wayne Bailey, she bit her lip hard. It was fortunate that he didn't recognize her. She would dismiss it as a dog's bite.

However, she couldn't figure out how she ended up in his bed.

Once she was done freshening up, a small maid stood reverently by the bed, bowing to inform her that the young master had left and she could ask her for any requirements.

Anna Jadwin glanced skeptically at the golden card left on the table.

Did he treat her as a prostitute? Was he done with her after using her? Clenching her teeth with rage, Anna Jadwin took the gold card: "Tell your young master not to look for me again. I'm not interested in any more of his crazy incidents."

The maid gaped, oh my god, did she know who she was talking to?

"Do you know who our young master is?" she stuttered, her earpiece connected directly to Wayne Bailey's earphones.

"I am not interested in a dog's name," Anna Jadwin said tersely as she slipped into her own clothes.

"Our young master rules Sloviane. His name is—"

Her phone rang suddenly, and Anna Jadwin picked up her flashing pink phone. A provocative, snickering voice came through: "Anna Jadwin, how does it feel to be bedded by a man? It must be fantastic, right?"

Anna Jadwin's brain exploded—I've been duped!