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.

aback and rushed to check on Leonardo, who was lying on the bed. "Mr. Garrett, are you

disoriented. As he slowly opened his eyes, he was met with Simon's face, uncomfortably close. Without hesitation, he frowned and promptly kicked him

"Get out!"

on Leonardo. "Mr. Garrett, are you injured? That woman actually harmed

gaze flickered to the bloodstain on the bed. His expression remained calm as he replied, "That's not my

for a moment before a shocking realization dawned on him. "Wait... That belonged

silent, yet his

"It actually worked?" he

is she?" Leonardo

"She just left."

"What?"

hard to believe that she had simply left after their night together. He scoffed. She had treated it as

thoughts. He couldn't deny that the woman's figure

known for his restraint, wouldn't be interested in such

intimate encounters. How could last

"Get out."

Simon back to

naked. Having worked for him for years, Simon had seen him in formal attire countless times, but this was the first time

ears might as well

recognize the seriousness of the situation. Without hesitation, he turned and rushed out

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

truly sorry." Simon studied the woman standing before him. She was dressed the same and had the same figure as when she left that morning, yet

thought, he reasoned it was just his imagination. It wasn't unusual for a woman to change slightly after her first sexual experience. Perhaps she had simply rushed out earlier to

"I know you're inexperienced, and the process might not be perfect, but the outcome was exactly as planned. You did well. Here's the

her a check and emphasized, "It's important that you keep this

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