Jiya s whole body was cold. When she woke up, she had changed from a girl to a woman. She thought that when she was most beautiful, on her most special day, she gave herself completely to the man she loved most.
At that moment, she thought she was the happiest woman in the world.
But Riyaj s words shattered her happiness. She clearly heard something collapse in her heart. What was it? She didn't know, she bit her lower lip, "Riyaj, you..."
"Don't make such a pitiful voice, jiya , I didn't expect you to be such a woman, and I was fooled by you." He interrupted her voice. Jiya had never heard Riyaj 's cold voice before, and he felt vaguely relieved, "Because you have liked me for many years, I originally planned to give you a sweet night before the storm. , to fulfill your nymphomaniac wish, since you tricked me, we don't owe each other anything."
She didn't understand what he was talking about at all, why Riyaj voice became so cold and strange, why, what he said. She couldn't understand a word of it, and there was a vague foreboding about the warmth.
"What did you say?" Her voice contained tremor and fear.
The man standing by the phone now seemed like a devil. A devil she didn't know at all, not her gentle brother
Riyaj laughed, half mockingly, half jokingly, "jiya, no matter where you are, it's best to go home now, and thank you for liking me for so many years."
...
He hung up the phone, Jiya whole body was stiff and cold, and a gust of wind came from When she came out of the door, the coldness penetrated into her bones. The woman's face was as pale as paper. Something must have happened.
Jiya stood up in a hurry, pulling the pain between her legs too quickly. She reflexively propped herself up on the bed, catching a glimpse of the bright red mark, and jiya face became a bit paler. She felt that the perfect blush now became ironic, Embarrassing.
The memory of last night came to mind, and she couldn't see his face clearly, but the pleasure and memory he brought to her could not be erased. She held her chest warmly, who was it? Why was it someone else, not Riyaj
But at this moment, she didn't have time to think about it, so she packed her things and hurried out. When she looked up at the concierge number, she took a deep breath.
5203.
The room Riyaj booked was 5208. She was in a daze and went to the wrong room?
Jiya wanted to cry but had no tears. He gritted his teeth and ran away.
Oh my god, she did the most daring thing in her life, which was to make an appointment with Riyaj in a hotel. But she also did the stupidest thing in her life, and she even got the wrong room number.
Damn alcohol.
As soon as she entered the elevator, the elevator door on the 52nd floor opened. A handsome man wearing an Armani handmade suit came out. He took out his room card and walked into 5203. When he saw the empty bed, the corner of the man's lips curled up into a sneer. .