3. Still Virgin

Emily flinched when she woke up. Her eyes flickered. The room looked strange to her.

"What happened? Why am I here? Wasn't the last time I ...."

Suddenly, the man with an umbrella flashed in her memory. Emily gasped, her eyes widened to the max.

"I fell asleep on the street? In front of that man?"

Emily sighed in disbelief. Panicking, she hurriedly got up. When the blanket was lifted, her heart almost jumped out of her throat. She was wearing nothing but a men's t-shirt!

"Gosh! What happened last night? Could it be ... that guy took advantage of me?"

Imagining what might have happened to her, Emily clutched her head. Her eyes were red with annoyance.

"Why am I so careless? What should I explain to Cayden later? Then Louis ... he will definitely curse at me. Mom and Dad ... they will definitely be sad and disappointed."

Emily closed her eyes tightly. She hoped it was just a dream, but her regret only felt even more real.

"How come I repeat Mom's fate? Sleeping with a stranger? Seriously! Mom is lucky that Daddy turned out to be a good person. While I ...."

As she was guessing what kind of guy had slept with her, someone stepped in with a cup of hot chocolate.

"Hey, you're awake. How are you? Nothing hurts, right?"

Emily stared wide-eyed at the handsome man who was only wearing shorts. His perfect muscles were on full display. Emily forgot to blink at such a sight.

"Is this the guy who slept with me? Is he the same as Daddy? A successful businessman who was tricked into sleeping with a girl he didn't know?" Emily thought with a tense expression.

After one breath, Emily gritted her teeth and gripped the blanket beneath her feet.

'What's the use of being handsome but immoral? He clearly mentioned my name last night. He knows who I am. A good man can't possibly take a chance in my bad situation. This guy is just a psychopath with a handsome face!'

"You!" Emily jumped out of bed and pushed his shoulder with all her strength. Whether it was because she was still weak or the man was too strong, she was the one who staggered backwards.

"You brazen jerk! Just because I fainted, you dare take the chance?"

The man looked at Emily with a questioning expression. "What chance?"

Emily pointed her index finger and put on a fierce look. "You think that by sleeping with me, I will ask for your responsibility? You think it's that easy to make me yours? Don't expect it! I will never accept a depraved man like you into my life. Never!"

"Wait a minute." The man raised one hand. "You've misunderstood. I didn't sleep with you. I'm just helping you."

Suddenly, Emily threw a punch at his chest. "You think I'm stupid? I woke up without any clothes. Then you come like this."

"You're still wearing clothes. Don't you see my t-shirt on your body?"

Emily looked down following his gaze. Noticing the body shape printed on the t-shirt, she quickly crossed her arms in front of her chest. Her frustration now doubled.

"You still dare to deny?" Emily shouted angrily.

"Miss Harper, calm down. This is not what you imagine. I had to change your wet clothes. But I swear, I didn't do anything lewd. I look like this because I just finished exercising."

Emily's brows furrowed studying him. His expression looked honest, but still suspicious.

"You know what? You'll definitely regret it. My parents and siblings will not remain silent. Soon, they will hire the best lawyer to put you in prison."

The man sighed tiredly. "You can't sue me, Miss Harper. I'm innocent. Didn't you see that couch?"

Emily glanced in the direction pointed. A pillow and a blanket were still messy there.

"We sleep in different places. I'm not a jerk. Don't you remember? I was the one who saved you from that stalker. Now drink this hot chocolate. Calm your mind. You must have been really scared last night."

Emily stared at what was being offered with knitted eyebrows. Then, in one swift movement, she took the cup and threw the hot liquid to him.

"Hey ...." The man wiped the hot chocolate that had soaked his stomach and shorts. "Why did you splash me?"

"That's the consequence because you dare to play with me. You must have put drugs in there. What are your plans after this? Sell me?" Emily asked loudly.

The man's face was now covered with wrinkles. "Why do you still not believe me?"

"Which fool would believe what you say? A man and a woman sleeping together naked? What else can a man do if not take advantage?"

The handsome guy closed her eyes for a moment. After a faint shake of his head, he snorted in resignation. "Okay, whatever. You want to report me? Go ahead."

He turned to face a door. Before he managed to take a step, Emily grabbed his arm.

"Where are you going?"

"Bathroom. I have to douse my stomach. Can't you see my skin has turned red? The chocolate was hot."

Emily chuckled dryly, her head shook. "Liar! I know you want to run away. I won't let you do it until you take responsibility."

The man sighed again faintly. "What responsibility? You want me to marry you? Weren't you the one who rejected the idea earlier? What would people say if the Savior Group heiress married a man whose background was unclear?"

Emily raised her chin. "You must be punished according to the laws."

The man massaged his temples. After taking a deep breath, he looked at Emily with all seriousness. "Should we check it out?"

Emily blinked. Her eyes widened slightly. "Checking what?"

"Are you still a virgin or not."

Emily's head snapped back. Before she could answer, the man continued, "You've never done it before, right? Therefore, let's prove it. If you're still a virgin, that means I didn't touch you last night."

Emily's eyes flickered rapidly. Why didn't she think of that way before? She didn't need to explain anything to Cayden if she was still a virgin. But, was it possible that the shirtless guy really didn't sleep with her?

"H-how can we prove it?" Her lips trembled.

The man raised his eyebrows in disbelief. "You really don't understand or expect me to help you? Is it okay if these two fingers ...." He moved his head downwards, pointing at something he seemed reluctant to see.

Emily subconsciously held her breath. She could feel her cheeks warm. "Where's my phone?" she asked suddenly.

The man pointed at the table. Without any words, Emily took her phone, went into the bathroom, then locked the door.

"Is it true that he didn't touch me? How can I prove it? Tsk, I shouldn't shy away every time Mom or Aunt wants to teach me about this."

Leaning against the door, Emily did an internet search. After a few moments, she shuddered in horror.

"How dare he trick me? The two-finger test is invalid. Luckily I didn't do it."

While squinting, Emily read another article. Once she finished, she turned into a statue.

"That's the only sign? But I don't feel pain. That means he didn't touch me?"

Emily closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She regretted making accusations without evidence.

"So, you still want to throw me in jail?" the handsome guy asked when Emily came out of the bathroom.

Emily pressed her lips with her chin. "Who wouldn't be suspicious with our condition? You should wear better clothes when you met me, and you shouldn't ask if anything hurt."

The man sighed in amusement. "I asked that because your head hit the pavement last night. Didn't you look in the mirror earlier? Your temple is bruised."

Emily stared wide-eyed, but to keep her dignity, she quickly controlled her expression. "Still, you're in the wrong."

The man could only snort. "Now that everything is clear, it's my turn to check myself. If anything happens, you have to take responsibility."

Emily furtively glanced down. His muscular stomach was indeed red, and the chocolate had soaked perfectly through his shorts. When the man was about to walk away, she quickly blocked the door with her arms. "Wait a minute."

"What else? Do you want to be responsible if I can't have any child?"

Emily pursed her lips. She hesitated, "Are you gay?"