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Me: "Nathan, I don't think we need a five-star hotel to have sex. It's not worth it—it's just for sex."
I turned to look at Nathan and said that hesitantly. My only intention was to sleep with him, not to stay in a luxury five-star hotel. That would be far too extravagant.
Nathan: "Actually, it's better for us to come here, because it's free."
Nathan turned to look at me as he said that.
Me: "Free? Why?" I asked quietly.
Then I followed Nathan into the hotel.
Nathan: "Because this hotel belongs to me. Do you think I still need to spend money to rest here?"
He stopped walking and looked at me helplessly.
Me: "What? This hotel belongs to you?"
I stared at him in shock. This hotel belonged to him? This was a five-star luxury hotel! I had heard there were 86 branches across the country, but I never imagined Nathan owned them.
What must the monthly revenue of these hotels be? He was unbelievably rich!
I knew he had businesses in many fields, but I didn't expect him to actually own companies everywhere—and all of them massive.
Nathan: "Surprised?"
Before I could answer, he raised an eyebrow and walked in, holding my hand. As soon as we reached the reception area, the hotel manager rushed over. He looked visibly startled to see Nathan.
Manager: "You're here, Mr. Spence. Is there a problem?"
He stood before Nathan and bowed slightly with a cautious expression. I could see how nervous he was.
Seeing that, I couldn't help wanting to laugh. How could Nathan be so intimidating that the manager was trembling just from seeing him?
Nathan didn't answer his question but simply glanced at him and ordered:
Nathan: "I need a room to rest."
Manager: "Huh?" The manager stared at Nathan in shock. When he saw Nathan's displeased expression, he quickly said:
Manager: "Of course, Mr. Spence, please follow me."
Led by him, we arrived at the presidential suite on the 18th floor. I had to admit—rich people really knew how to enjoy life.
The presidential suite looked like a three-bedroom apartment. There were all kinds of appliances inside.
It was my first time ever stepping into a presidential suite.
While I was still looking around in awe, Nathan suddenly pushed me against the wall. Before I could react, his lips crashed into mine. Waves of pleasure surged through my body. Soon, I was lying on the bed, completely exhausted, while Nathan continued with his movements. After a while, he finally climaxed.
Breathing heavily, his body pressed against mine. He only withdrew from me once his desire was satisfied.
I was exhausted and tried to close my eyes to rest. Nathan lay beside me and looked at me with a probing expression.
Nathan: "Tell me, why did you come looking for me today?"
He questioned me coldly, with none of the tenderness he had shown during the physical act earlier.
His sudden change in attitude confused me. Maybe the rumors were true—men really did turn their backs on women once they got what they wanted.
Me: "Why?"
His attitude made me uneasy, so I didn't answer him directly. I decided to feel him out first.
Nathan: "Do you think I'd believe your excuse that you were desperate to sleep with me? Irene Fletcher, you can't seriously think I swallowed that lie, right?"
He stared into my eyes and spoke coldly. I frowned and glared at him angrily. Did this man really enjoy insulting others that much?
Nathan: "Tell me, what's your motive?"
When I kept silent, Nathan asked again, still looking at me indifferently.
Me: "Give me two hundred thousand dollars."
I told him directly, without blinking or sugar-coating it.
I clearly saw his surprise. Then he looked at me mockingly and said:
Nathan: "Irene, you're really greedy. Do you think I should pay two hundred thousand dollars for your virginity?"
He looked at me indifferently, with no trace of the tenderness he once had.
Me: "Two hundred thousand dollars is nothing to you. Since you took my virginity, consider it compensation."
Yes, I knew it sounded shameless. After all, I was the one who seduced Nathan in the first place. Asking for compensation now was ridiculous.
But I was desperate. I had no other choice if I wanted to pay for my father's surgery. My dignity meant nothing when my father's life was at stake. As long as he survived, I would do anything.
But Nathan's next words enraged me:
Nathan: "Two hundred thousand dollars is indeed a small amount to me. But do you really think your virginity is worth that much? And how do I even know you were really a virgin the first time we slept together? You stayed with Perry for years—are you telling me you never had sex?"
Me: "Nathan Spence! What are you trying to say?"
I questioned him coldly, staring at him angrily. He thought I faked being a virgin. Did he really see me as some kind of cheap woman?
But he wasn't entirely wrong. If I were truly an honest woman, would I have seduced him?
And would I have slept with him again and again? It was all my own doing.
Nathan: "Hymen reconstruction surgery isn't expensive nowadays, and the results are perfect—just like a virgin."
Nathan stared at me thoughtfully, insinuating that I wasn't a real virgin. I grew even more furious hearing that. How could he be so suspicious? He always thought the worst of people.
Even if I had my reasons for approaching him, he didn't have to insult me like this! That night at the bar had truly been my first time.
What hymen repair surgery? Only someone like him could think of something like that. I never expected someone so handsome to be so cruel. What a waste of such a beautiful face!
Me: "Nathan Spence, don't look down on people. I know you think I'm an easy woman, but let me tell you this—I wouldn't have come to you if I didn't need money!"
I said that angrily. Tears welled in my eyes, but I forced myself not to let them fall. When Nathan saw my tears, he stiffened.
Then he sat up and took a checkbook from his pocket, scribbling something on a check.
Hope surged inside me. Was he going to lend me the 200,000 dollars?
After signing the check, Nathan held it out to me. I was ecstatic and reached for it eagerly.
But before my fingers could touch the check, he pulled it back. I stared at him angrily. Was he trying to mess with me? He wrote the check, only to take it back?
Nathan: "I can give you the 200,000 dollars—but I have one condition."