Kayla opened her eyes slowly, the rays of the sun hit directly at her face. The first thing she saw was the silver colored curtains in the large room. The long chandelier hung from the center of the room. She tried to get up, but felt a sense of soreness.
Was she dreaming? How on earth did she get here? Who brought her here?
The events of the previous night came flooding. She clearly remembered that people were chattering and the sound of the music could be heard from afar. She could remember the sound of the glass wine cups when the people toasted.
She drank too much. She remembered a man telling her to stop drinking and return home, but she didn't listen. She also recalled someone carry her into a hotel room, but left after he received a call.
She rushed for the blanket, but realized someone was on the bed with her. He tightly wrapped her hands around her, making her feel dizzy. She could feel butterflies in her belly when he touched her. She had never felt this way before, and she smiled lightly as a blush appeared on her face.
She felt so hot as his body pressed on hers. His breathe felt so hot when he brought his face closer to hers. It seemed as though she was being watched. She could see the shadow of a man in black by the window, a little smile formed at the corner of his lips.
His kiss was slow and soft, like in the romance movies she had watched. His firm hands moved down to her legs, ripping her gown apart from the center. Kayla felt somewhat embarrassed when the strange man tore her dress.
She felt a wave of pleasure rush over her, and she tried so hard to surpress it. "No please", she muttered. It seemed like there was another force controlling the man when he forcefully pinned her hands to the bed.
He spread her legs apart and entered her slowly.
"Ouch", she cried out subconsciously. " That hurts". A drop of tear rolled down her face.
He stopped immediately. His eyes were filled with so much lust. " Are you a virgin?", he asked.
She was speechless from the pain. He caressed her forehead. " That makes it sweeter".
She could feel him thrust deeper and harder, grunting with every single thrust. She clutched the bedsheet tight and bit her lips to ease the pain.
She turned her face slightly and saw the side of the man. His curly black hair covered part of his face. She suddenly froze. " How could I have had sex with this man. I have no idea who he is", she asked herself.
Her face turned pale. Strange feelings washed through her body. She had to leave before he woke up. She carefully removed his hands from her waist and got out of the bed.
The pain in between her thighs made her feel weak. She held onto the edge of the bed and went down on her knees.
She managed to stand on her feet, holding the walls for support. She looked at her dress. It was torn up to the waist point.
She looked around the room, there was a spare piece of cloth on the table. She reached for it and skillfully tied it around her waist. She grabbed her purse, everything was intact.
She quietly moved towards the door and turned the key without making a sound. She looked around the hotel hallway to make sure there was no one to stop her.
Just as Kayla left the room, the man in the room opened his eyes. He looked around sharply and noticed she had left.
There was a knock on the door, it was the butler. He had lived with the young master's family for over twenty years.
" Come in", the man answered, his voice as cold as ice.
"She left", the butler said, feeling somewhat guilty.
The man ignored him. He lazily reached for his clothes and began to put them on.
" Should I find her?", the butler asked.
The man heard the question, and his body started to shake. He trembled as he looked down on the bed and saw the red spot of blood on the bedsheet. He smiled inwardly as he remembered the sweet taste of the woman the previous night.
As soon as he touched her, his body which has been silent for many years immediately reacted. He realized that he didn't get the sickening and disgusting feeling he got whenever a woman came near him.
He put on his clothes and sat on the sofa, his long legs stretched out like a king, his eyes closed. He did not say a word, but had a cold look on his face.
The butler was so scared that cold sweat began to trickle down his forehead.
"I'm really sorry young master, it's all my fault she left".
The man closed his eyes as if he did not hear him, his expression sluggish like he had just woken from sleep.
Although the butler appeared calm on the outside, he was apprehensive in saying, "I shouldn't have let them drug you, nor should I have concealed the main reason your father asked you to return to the country".
The old man was relieved that the young master had started to have feelings for women. He, Mr Leon, had finally solved the family's worries. The young master avoided any contact with women. This was a secret the family dreaded telling.
When he was younger, he was considered immature to be in a relationship. Now, he was twenty-seven, and he did not even have a girlfriend. The people around him were all men, causing the family to begin to doubt his sexual orientation.
"Who is she?", the man finally spoke.
The old man replied with embarrassment. "The entire family has been worried, about your sexual orientation, people have already started talking. I planned to arrange a woman for you to sleep with, but there was a mistake, and this lady was brought in by the bodyguard. By the time we realized, it was already late, nothing could be done".
The young master stared at the old man without saying a word. The important thing was that it was now clear the young master wasn't a homosexual, he had sexual feelings for women.
The man's eyes sank. Yes, he didn't know the woman. But if it wasn't for her, he would have slept with another woman arranged by the butler. No woman had ever touched him, and the thought of it alone made him sick.
" I need every information about her", the man commanded.
" Yes master", the butler responded.
The man's eyes which always appeared cold and empty were now somewhat filled with emotions. The feelings were quite new, he had never felt them before.