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.

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

was met with Simon's

"Get out!"

That woman actually harmed you while you were sleeping. She must have a

Leonardo's gaze flickered to the bloodstain on the bed. His

a

remained silent, yet his lack of response said

suspicion was confirmed. "It actually worked?" he

she?" Leonardo

"She just left."

"What?"

believe that she had simply left after their night together. He scoffed. She had treated it as nothing more than

Leonardo's thoughts. He couldn't deny that the woman's figure and appearance were exceptional, yet she seemed

wouldn't be interested in such a woman. Yet, to

intimate encounters. How could last night be her first sexual

"Get out."

snapped Simon

had seen him in formal attire countless times, but this was

ears might as well be

Without hesitation, he turned and rushed

speed helped save his life. Once the door shut behind him, he breathed a sigh of relief,

in a club uniform approached Simon and said apologetically, "I sincerely apologize. I failed to make it last night. I'm truly sorry." Simon studied the woman standing before him. She was dressed

he reasoned it was just his imagination. It wasn't unusual for a woman to change slightly after her first sexual experience. Perhaps she

perfect, but the outcome was exactly as planned. You

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

she had no knowledge of what had happened. Even if she wanted to, she wouldn't have been able to share