Chapter 1: I cheated on my boyfriend

"Keren No. 18, room 1."

Eranthe Taylor sent the room number but not to her boyfriend Dylan Miller.

This decision was made half an hour after discovering his affair.

At that time, the woman's foot was provocatively roaming up and down his leg. Both parties seemed to enjoy the thrilling game, believing that no one would notice.

When the doorbell rang, Eranthe came to her senses, adjusted her clothes, yes, she was willing to call them 'warrior's garment', which was the birthday gift she tidied up and should have been unwrapped by Dylan.

As the door opened, she was almost overwhelmed by the man's passionate kiss. All she could see in her line of sight were a pair of eyes with a hint of erotic tidal emotion at the corners, until the high bridge of the nose grazed her own, allowing her to finally recognize the visitor - Colin Rodriguez.

However, Colin didn't give the woman in his arms any chance to react. By the time he realized what she was wearing underneath her bathrobe, he had already pulled her close to the full-length mirror by the door.

There was a hint of pleasant hibiscus scent on his body, and after a moment of hesitation, Eranthe closed her eyes and let herself sink into the moment.

Perhaps her initiative had ignited something in Colin, as he was passionate in a way quite different from her previous impressions of him.

But what Eranthe didn't know was that just as the elevator door rang, Dylan had walked to the door and witnessed the scene.

Colin had one hand pressing her hands against the top of her head, while using the other to play with her hair. His entire body shielded Eranthe. As Dylan angrily prepared to charge inside, Colin turned his head, gave a wicked and audacious smile in Dylan Miller's direction.

Dylan's face turned ashen instantly.

Colin kicked his long legs, and the door closed completely, emitting the distinctive sound of a hotel room door.

Dylan might never forget that scene for the rest of his life, but it didn't matter to anyone else, who cares?

"Is this your first time with a man other than Dylan Miller?" Colin's voice echoed in the darkness.

Eranthe didn't respond.

His breath tickled her ear as he reached around to encircle her thigh from behind, lifting her up. Her legs entwined around his body.

He pressed her forcefully against the wall, their hips grinding against each other. She let out a seductive gasp as a wave of heat swept through her body, breaking down all internal barriers and surging forth like a spring tide.

"Feeling alright?" he murmured playfully in her ear.

She bit her lip, nodding, but Eranthe could only remember the latter part roughly.

Suddenly, she remembered an earlier conversation during a gathering when someone had commented about Colin's physique, saying he looked particularly impressive.

She thought she might have the chance to validate that statement in the future.

3:51 AM.

After plugging in her phone to charge, she noticed she had 30 missed calls from unknown numbers.

Eranthe had no interest in returning the calls because she suspected that Dylan had noticed he was blocked and used other people's phones to contact her.

Outside the window, the day was still overcast.

When she woke up, she found herself alone in bed, so she assumed that Colin had already left.

The scattered clothes on the floor had been neatly placed on the couch, and the air conditioning was set to the most comfortable temperature.

She pulled back the covers and sat up, realizing that their previous judgments of Colin had been somewhat shallow. At the very least, she had enjoyed a lot last night, an extraordinarily fantastic experience.

However, she didn't plan to stay here much longer.

She had initially come to celebrate her birthday with his boyfriend, Dylan, who perhaps should be called her ex-boyfriend, but given the circumstances, she thought it would be a waste of time to stay here.

It was more productive to return to work at her company. At least that would make her boss happy, unlike the current situation which only brought her trouble.

Eranthe selected her clothes from her suitcase, deciding to leave. When she was in the middle of picking her outfit, the bathroom door opened.

Colin hadn't expected to come out from his shower and get a pleasant surprise.

The woman had a great figure, and though she was slender, she had curves in all the right places.

Her slightly wavy long hair accentuated her smooth honey-colored skin. Maybe it was due to their recent passionate sexes just now, her skin still carried an appealing faint pink hue.

She looked absolutely captivating, almost like a seductive enchantress.

That was Colin's deepest impression.

Eranthe hesitated for a moment at the sight of Colin, but quickly regained her composure.

Her gaze was now openly assessing him.

It was a more audacious appraisal than before, considering that Colin had previously given her the impression of being disciplined, reserved, and aloof.

Last night she had revealed a completely different side of him.

Colin didn't shy away from her scrutinizing gaze and simply allowed her to assess him. He was quite relaxed about it.

Water droplets, still not dried from his shower, trickled down along his well-defined muscles, rolling beneath the towel. In the dim, yellowish light, Eranthe found herself inexplicably tempted to wolf-whistle to him.

"Mr. Rodriguez," she said, only realizing her throat was quite hoarse.

A light chuckle followed, obviously coming from the man.

The current situation clearly wasn't appropriate for polite small talk.

Eranthe, in her exasperation, blurted out, "I feel like you staring at me like this isn't very appropriate."

After all, he still had a towel around him, while she only had her long hair. And the situation wasn't exactly flattering.

"Do you mind if we do it again?" he inquired.

"?"

Eranthe was left utterly bewildered. She stiffly turned her head, thinking she must have misheard.

"Pa…"

The lights in the room went out with a click, and the man hoisted her up by her waist. Eranthe instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

Lost in her feelings, she only then heard him whisper in her ear, "Sorry about this, but I couldn't resist a second helping."

Eranthe wasn't sure when Colin had left; all she remembered was that she slept until three o'clock in the afternoon.

She didn't expect someone like Colin, a busy man, to have the time to sit down and chat about their experiences from the previous night.

He was handsome and skillful, though, so she didn't lose out; she got a great deal.

However, she didn't anticipate that their second meeting would come so soon.

…

The resort was newly developed, known for its serene environment, which also meant it was far from the city center. She didn't realize it would be so difficult to find a cab.

"Get in," Frank Wilson pulled up in a car just in front of Eranthe. She was somewhat surprised because she didn't think the landlord of this development area would remember someone like her.

"It's hard to get a cab in this area. Where are you going?" Frank Wilson casually asked.

"To Wilson Road."

"On the way, get in, we're going back."

Since he said that, Eranthe didn't want to be difficult.

Although she didn't know this area's young master very well, and she only had a few brief encounters with Frank Wilson a few times and most of the time, she was staying with Dylan, she knew that Frank Wilson was famous for treating women exceptionally well and showing them extra care, despite his tendency to change girlfriends quickly.

However, she regretted it the next moment, wondering why she didn't understand the meaning of his words earlier. He said "WE're going back".

The man in the back seat, who was staring at a computer, wore crisply ironed black dress pants, a well-tailored white shirt, and a lean and tall figure. He seemed to carry an inherent air of nobility.

It wasn't Colin, who else could it be?

The luggage had already been placed in the trunk by the driver, so Eranthe had no choice but to get into the car. As soon as she sat down, the scent of the hibiscus that clung to Colin's body from the night before enveloped her.

The inside of the car fell silent for a moment. Eranthe tried to minimize her presence as much as possible, looking out the window and attempting to cleanse her noisy mind with the peaceful surroundings outside.

Frank turned back as if he wanted to talk to Eranthe, but he changed his mind when he saw Colin's expression.

The car was already quiet, and when the sound of a vibrating phone broke the silence, Eranthe instinctively reached for her phone.

However, there was a pair of hands next to her that moved faster.

Those hands had delicately explored every part of her body the previous night, and these hands are currently sliding on the phone's screen; their actions now carried a hint of ambiguity in her eyes.

Colin assumed it was a work message but was surprised to see it was from Frank Wilson.

[Last night, she called room service and also requested a box of contraceptives. I didn't expect Dylan Miller to be so intense!]

Colin Rodriguez furrowed his brow slightly.

[Are you a pervert? Are you monitoring guests' privacy?]

[When the waiter went to deliver it, I just happened to pass by. But why do I remember that man's voice? It sounded a bit like yours, not like Dylan's.]

Colin's lenses glinted slightly in the light from the phone.