Her Tears Are His Weakness

Chapter 2

The following morning, Samantha awoke to a deep, aching pain coursing through her body. She tried to move, only to realize she was firmly restrained.

Who was she? Where was she? What had she been doing?

Those three questions flashed through her mind as her scattered memories slowly pieced themselves back together. Bit by bit, fragments of the previous night resurfaced.

It had been an intense experience. It was undeniably painful, yet with moments of unexpected sweetness. He had been thorough, completely relentless. And for her first time, it felt as though he had pushed her beyond her limits.

She turned her head slightly and caught sight of his strikingly handsome face, one that could easily inspire envy in anyone who saw him. His eyes remained closed. With each steady breath, his long eyelashes quivered ever so gently, evoking a strange, unshakable emotion within her.

She carefully slipped out of his embrace and reached for her club uniform on the floor-a miniskirt, a sleeveless top, and a bow tie. The fabric was slightly loose, a result of his rough handling the night before. She adjusted it as best she could.

Next, she gathered her hair into a neat bun and secured a golden mask over her face. It was the standard uniform of the club.

Then, she tried to open the door, wishing for luck. She needed to escape. To her surprise, the door opened immediately when she pushed it.

The man who had dragged her into the room the night before was now standing outside the door. Seeing her step out, he looked surprised and quickly asked, "Is it done?"

"I... I have to go to work."

Samantha's face burned as memories of the previous night flooded her mind. Embarrassment overwhelmed her, making it impossible to meet his gaze, let alone respond. Panic seized her. Without a second thought, she turned and fled, never once daring to look back.

Simon Moore watched as Samantha hurried away, shaking his head helplessly.

"It's understandable that she didn't succeed, but I'm fair," he muttered. "I'll still pay for the hard work, even if she fails. Why the rush?"

He couldn't be bothered to figure out what was going through her mind. He simply turned and pushed open the door to the private room.

The room was a complete mess. As he stepped inside, Leonardo's suit, trousers, and underwear were scattered across the floor. Most striking of all, a noticeable bloodstain marked the pristine white bedsheet.

on Leonardo, who was lying on the

Leonardo was momentarily disoriented. As he slowly opened his eyes, he was met with Simon's face, uncomfortably

"Get out!"

injured? That woman actually harmed you while you

bed. His expression remained calm as he replied, "That's

blank for a moment before a shocking realization dawned on him.

his lack of

was confirmed. "It

she?" Leonardo

"She just left."

"What?"

it hard to believe that she had simply left after

didn't dare to speculate about Leonardo's thoughts. He couldn't deny that the woman's figure

be interested in such a woman. Yet, to

intimate encounters. How could last night be her first sexual experience? It simply didn't

"Get out."

snapped Simon back to

him in formal attire countless times, but

as well

seriousness of the situation. Without hesitation, he turned and

door shut behind him, he breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he

Simon studied the woman standing before him. She was dressed the same and had

after her first sexual experience. Perhaps she had simply rushed

be perfect, but the outcome was exactly as planned. You did well. Here's the two million dollars I promised

important that you keep this matter

hadn't been there the previous day, meaning she had no knowledge