Chapter 1

When Natalie Smith opened her eyes, it was already 3 a.m.

A man was lying beside her with his face away from her, appearing to be deeply asleep.

Looking at his bare back, she recalled what happened a few hours ago. Just the thought of how he had taken her five times last night had her cheeks blushing a bright red in embarrassment.How does this guy have so much stamina? Ugh... great, now even walking will hurt.

She moved silently away from the bed while struggling to endure the pain shooting through her. Gritting her teeth, she put her clothes back on and slowly made her way out of the presidential suite, taking all her belongings with her. Just as she exited the room, a figure stepped in front of her and stopped her in her tracks.

“So how did it go? Is the deed done?”

It was her paternal half-sister - Jasmine Smith.

“Yup,” Natalie replied with a nod.

“Are you sure he didn’t see your face?” Jasmine pressed urgently.

After all, the man inside the room was supposed to be the chief judge of the Fashion Contest - Sid Luft, a man in his fifties.

Earlier, he promised Jasmine that she would be the winner of the contest, but on one condition - that she had to sleep with him for one night.

that moment. Thus, she made a

she could think about now was her brother, who was still waiting at the hospital for her.

took out a bank card from her bag. Handing it to Natalie,

at it as she kept it. Not wanting to waste any more breath on the other woman, she

bills, she would never have considered selling her body!

Natalie was gone, Jasmine slipped into the dark room. She took off her clothes and crawled

asleep, she gave the

vaguely remembered pinning a woman beneath him. That woman smelled wonderful - almost intoxicating and

responsibility for what

the silent room, sounding

something was amiss, Jasmine bolted upright in

look at the man beside her. To her surprise, the sight that greeted her was not that of Sid’s wrinkled old face, but

utterly stunned at the

was none other than Shane Thompson - J

saving me, I’ll give you anything you want.” While Jasmine was still processing the identity of the man before her, Shane had

towards Jasmine as she continued to gawk at this Greek God of a man. Reaching into his jacket, he took out a glossy name card and handed it to her. “My

face. His sharp nose and thick brows complemented his eyes even more, with a gaze that was seemingly capable of drawing a person’s soul out

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