In the room at the Palace Hotel, the sound of running water emanated from the bathroom, and the frosted glass door faintly revealed a sturdy figure.
A man was showering, his features obscured by the dispersing water vapor. Yet, from his perfectly sculpted back forming an inverted triangle, the smooth lines of his leg muscles, his firm chest, and defined abdominal muscles, it wasn't difficult to discern his physical perfection.
His name was Jeff Howard, the president of the Howard Group. Reflecting on the events of the previous night, a smirk played upon Howard's lips. The woman had mistaken him for a "male stripper" and "utilized" him throughout the night.
Silence enveloped the room until a cell phone abruptly shattered it. The woman, still in bed, stirred awake.
An arm emerged from beneath the covers, revealing skin adorned with hickeys—marking her back, breasts, neck, and even the insides of her thighs. Signs of their passionate encounter were scattered across the bed.
With effort, she retrieved the cell phone from the bed and answered it with a weary voice, "Meet me at the entrance of the Palace Hotel to pick me up. Bring a change of clothes, and there's something else I need you to check..."
With that, she ended the call.
At that moment, the bathroom door creaked open, releasing a rush of mist. A tall figure emerged from the dissipating fog.
A man stood before her, naked. His physique, his muscles, and his generously endowed "asset" were all too apparent. Such a captivating sight caught the woman off guard, quickening her heartbeat.
Last night's fervor had prevented her from scrutinizing him closely, but now she realized he resembled the finest male stripper in all of New York.
What puzzled her most was his commanding presence and unique aura, far beyond that of a mere stripper. His countenance was strikingly handsome, as if he were a model custom-made by the gods themselves. His eyes conveyed deep affection, his lips exuded a seductive allure, and he regarded her with intense curiosity.
The memories of last night flooded Kourtney's mind, accompanied by the soreness throughout her body.
Prior to last night, she had been a virgin.
Yet, she faintly recalled how the male stripper had impatiently and roughly torn off her clothes at first, only to freeze upon seeing blood flow from her. Then, his thrusts became gentler.
His lean, firm body boasted pronounced muscular lines, and he moved with such skill, continuously altering his technique to tantalize her senses. Each thrust hit just the right spot, eliciting moans and screams of pleasure from her.
Flushed with embarrassment, Kourtney averted her gaze to the sheets, now stained with various fluids.
Twelve hours earlier...
Arriving in New York in Elijah's family car, Kourtney had been instructed by the driver to wait in the guest room for someone important.
A waiter had entered with refreshments, and after only a few sips, Kourtney realized she had been drugged. How careless of her! How could she have let her guard down so easily?
Her head spinning, three men barged into the room. Reading their intentions, Kourtney summoned her last ounce of strength to dart into the bathroom, locking the door behind her before activating the emergency alarm.
Seeing the situation escalate beyond their control, the men hastily retreated. However, the effects of the drug left Kourtney yearning for a man's touch, for sex.
Faintly hearing the waiter mention a "male stripper" in the neighboring room, Kourtney seized upon the idea like a lifeline. Bursting into the adjacent room, she coerced the man into providing her with sexual relief.
But the male stripper was too vigorous, and now her body was utterly spent.
The absurdity of it all was too much for her to bear.
Approaching the man, she withdrew a card from her pocket. "The password is six one. This is your payment."
Examining the bank card in his hand, the man smiled wryly. "Miss Kourtney Elijah, what exactly are you implying?"
Kourtney eyed him with hostility. "How do you know my name?"
She was certain she hadn't disclosed her identity to him earlier.
Closing the distance between them, she pressed him against the wall. "You better tell me the truth!"
Calmly, the man responded, "While you were asleep, someone knocked on the door asking for Miss Kourtney Elijah. I presume it was meant for you."
She stared him down. "What did you say?"
"I told them I hadn't seen her," he replied evenly.
She continued to scrutinize him, ensuring he wasn't deceiving her.
"Get dressed. Today was an accident, and there's a million on that card as your payment," Kourtney instructed. "Keep your mouth shut and don't breathe a word to anyone."
The president of the Howard Group, treated as a male stripper and threatened by a young woman. How intriguing...
Had it not been for the blood on the sheets, he might have mistaken her for the type who frequently entertained male strippers.
Yet, her demeanor was anything but casual.
Even amidst the haze induced by the drugs, their lovemaking had been strangely intimate.
The man remarked, "It appears you were quite pleased with my services last night. I'll uphold my professional ethics and maintain discretion. Shall I have the honor of serving you again, my countess? That's what you requested last night."
"Shut up!" Kourtney snapped, slipping into a bathrobe without another glance at him, and headed for the door.
As Kourtney vanished from the room, the man's phone rang.
After listening to the message, a smile crept onto his face. "I'll be seeing you soon!"
Kourtney had just exited her room at the hotel. In the hallway, a man disguised as a waiter spotted her and eagerly reached for his cell phone to make a call. Quick as lightning, she snatched his phone and slammed it against the wall, shattering it. Then, with a swift kick to the stomach, she sent him reeling, rolling toward the stairwell where he collided with the wall before fleeing in disarray. Adjusting her robe, she stepped into the elevator. A car awaited her outside the hotel. In the back seat lay an outfit prepared by Brittany. "Why are you here?" she inquired. Brittany, stylishly tousling her brown wavy hair, replied, "They had urgent matters. I'm available." As the car started, Kourtney changed clothes in the back seat of the car, her movements fluid and graceful. Glancing at the hickeys adorning Kourtney's body, Brittany exclaimed, "Wow, eventful night." Blushing, memories flooding back, Kourtney needed to compose herself. It wasn't the time to dwell on him. She fi
A young woman strode into the room. She was clad in a short bodysuit, snug blue jeans, and a pair of sneakers. Despite the simplicity of her attire, it accentuated her enviable figure flawlessly. The snug fit of her sweatshirt hinted at a toned midsection, while the jeans hugged her legs, highlighting their perfect contour. Clearly, she was a fitness enthusiast, her long blonde hair tied back in a casual ponytail, radiating youthful vigor. Her presence left many in awe. Here was a woman who exuded both allure and innocence, blending youthfulness with maturity and poise in a remarkable manner. How could one person encapsulate such a diverse range of qualities? Yet, amidst a gathering where opulence and sophistication reigned, her attire seemed out of place, albeit extraordinary. Nevertheless, her natural beauty shone through, capturing the attention of several onlookers, particularly the young men who couldn't help but be drawn to her. "Who is she?" "What's her name?" "I've neve
Jeff Howard was also invited to Old Mr. Elijah's birthday party, which was attended by basically every celebrity in New York. Originally, he never attended such boring and hypocritical parties. But today, when he asked Ethan to hurry up and prepare the costume for dinner, Ethan was very surprised. Since when would his boss go to such a party? Besides, he was not familiar with the old gentleman. All Jeff could think of was to see his beautiful girl again. He was in a good mood today and dressed himself up. He was already handsome, and with this custom-made suit on, he was comparable to Leon Nadeau back then. "Boss, you dress up like this, will it be too high-profile?" "Wouldn't male strippers all dress more... attractive?" "Yes, but why ask that?" "Nothing. Let's go." Jeff didn't want to reveal his identity yet. So when he went to the dinner, he signed in as Ethan's assistant, his private assistant. Since he rarely made public appearances outside and never appeared in the media
She quickly calmed down, she would like to see what these people wanted to do. No wonder Bella suddenly approached her with such enthusiasm, it turned out that there was a trap set for her here. What did she really want to do? She began to feel that the matter had become interesting. In the video, three men appeared at the entrance of the hotel room, and after they went in, they never came out. About a minute later, another figure appeared at the door of the hotel room, and this appearance was so easily recognizable that everyone immediately recognized that it was Kourtney Elijah. Then, Kourtney went into the room. And never came out. They were? Everyone was beyond excited! This is really a big gossip. Some people have already started to boldly brainstorm stories, and that's how those luscious stories were conceived. What a luxurious girl vs three fierce men, whether they came one by one or together, WOW, it was really exciting. Later they all began to try to find traces of sex
At that moment, the big screen suddenly played another video. Another angle of the video on the screen, it turns out, standing in front of the hotel room is not only Kourtney, but also the driver who Johnny arranged to pick his daughter up. In the video, the driver says to Kourtney, "Missy, old Mr. Elijah said he has something important to tell you, it’s about your mother, so he wanted you to stay here and wait for him." "Yes, thanks!" Kourtney has good grooming, which is completely different from today's performance. Kourtney just walked into the room. The two videos, shot from different angles, show completely different content. So, Kourtney did not walk into the room by herself, and she did not know about the three men beforehand, but was arranged to enter the room by Greg, the driver of Elijah's family. Old Mr. Elijah said angrily, "Get Greg over here right now, and I'm going to ask him who the hell told him to send Kourtney to that hotel." Bella became very anxious, how c
Hearing Kourtney's words, Old Mr. Elijah felt a sourness in his heart, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't. Her granddaughter was too understanding, and this should not be a quality that a little girl should have. She must have been through too much in the past to be so calm and collected. She is not like other little girls who want nice clothes and jewelry, a decent family background, and a boyfriend. Instead, she doesn't want anything. It's not wanting anything that's scary. She doesn't express her true thoughts, so he can't guess her. He had a feeling that this granddaughter of his, who was getting further and further away from him, was about to be out of his grasp. Cassie immediately squeezed her hand affectionately: "Kourtney, in a moment Professor Smith will come, he is especially coming to see Bella, later you also meet Professor Smith with Bella." "No need!" Kourtney did not hide her disgust for this stepmother. Cassie's face looked overwhelmed with shock and
Just then, Professor Smith's assistant approached him and whispered something in his ear. Professor Smith hurriedly got up and walked around the sofa. He saw the girl who was playing a mobile game with her head down next to the table. His eyes lit up and he ran towards her with his arms wide open like a child in his 50s. "Little girl?" The professor looked at Kourtney Elijah in surprise. Huh? Still found out. Ever since she had made important progress on that project of hers last year, this annoying grandfather had been sending people to contact her, and she had refused him many times. Little did she know that this time he would find himself coming to the dinner. "How did you consider the offer I made to you last time? As long as you join my team, my laboratory resources, you can use them as you like." Professor Smith stated his intention so directly that he forgot that there were a bunch of people around him watching them. "No... I mean, thank you so much! But I don't need to jo
This man was too tempting ...... for Kourtney to be able to hold back. Although she had not had sexual experience before. But since last time, his flesh would give her a strong chemical reaction. Maybe it was because of the alcohol she had consumed tonight, she wanted him badly. Jeff unlocked the door to the observation deck, pressed her against the glass of the railing, and gave it to her from behind. The moment his "rod" penetrated, she suddenly felt all the pain in her body disappear, a kind of pleasure crawled all over her body. If someone had passed by, they would have seen a beautiful young girl and a handsome man, in a back-in position, having intercourse. What a beautiful picture! Luckily it was night, and luckily there weren't too many people in this hotel. No one knew how long it took, but Kourtney was satisfied eventually. They stopped. The two men outside seemed to have left for a long time. Kourtney felt ridiculous, how could she do this? How could she have sex with