Chapter 1: Slept with the Wrong Person

Claire Robson felt the warmth of the embrace and couldn't help but snuggle closer.

Despite not having rested the entire night, leaving her body sore, she had no regrets.

She had prepared for so long to give herself as the most precious gift to him!

She had been dating Samuel Holmes for two years, and every time Samuel wanted to get intimate, she had politely refused. She didn't want to give herself away so easily.

But this time was different. Samuel was leaving the country tomorrow, and it was also her twenty-third birthday!

On such an important day, under the strong suggestion of her best friend, she booked a luxury suite at the Hilton Hotel to give her most cherished first time to her boyfriend.

Claire happily wrapped her arms around the other's waist. Wow, she hadn't expected Samuel's body to be this good.

Not too fat, not too thin.

Just perfect!

"Mm... Dina, you're awake?" The man above her said, "Thank you for last night."

"Don't say that, Samuel. I did it willingly." Claire hugged his waist tightly and replied sweetly.

Dina?

Samuel?

Both Claire and the man she was holding froze for three seconds before suddenly separating. Claire turned on the bedside lamp in a panic.

As soon as the light was on, Claire saw a completely unfamiliar face and screamed in panic, "Who are you?"

She grabbed the quilt to cover herself, "Why are you here?"

"This is my room! Who are you? Why are you here?" The man looked equally surprised.

Claire felt a chill run through her body, a sense of unease rising in her heart. "This is room 1216. My best friend handed me the card herself. The man in this room should be my boyfriend..."

"Hah!" Miles Reeves thought this was the lamest excuse he had ever heard. With his status, countless women were eager to climb into his bed, and today he encountered one claiming innocence! "You even investigated my room number so thoroughly. Isn't it just to climb into my bed? Stop making excuses. How much do you want?"

The man's sarcasm pierced Claire's heart, making her calm down. What exactly happened last night?

She remembered drinking with her best friend Rhea Bush because Rhea was flying to Milan that night for a fashion show. They were celebrating Rhea's return to the international stage and also Claire's upcoming birthday.

She drank quite a bit, and Rhea kept urging her to take down Samuel soon since he would be abroad for two years. Somehow, she agreed and took the room card Rhea gave her and entered the room.

But why wasn't the man in the room Samuel?

"Money? I don't want money. Where is Samuel?"

Miles frowned. This woman seemed genuinely confused. Had they both been set up?

He had clearly arranged to meet Dina last night. Someone entered with a key card, and since the woman's perfume matched Dina's usual scent, he naturally assumed it was Dina. But it turned out to be this woman.

Just as he was about to ask, his phone rang. It was Dina calling.

"Dina, what's going on?"

Dina's apologetic voice came through the phone: "Miles, I'm sorry. I received an invitation from Milan yesterday to be their closing model. I flew to Milan at 8 PM last night. You know being the closing model has always been my dream and goal. I didn't want to miss this opportunity. Can you forgive me? By the way, I sent you a gift last night as compensation. Are you satisfied?"

"Gift?" Miles' eyes darkened as he glanced at the woman in a bathrobe searching frantically for Samuel in the room.

"Yes, I carefully selected this gift. She's still a virgin. How was last night?" Dina asked cautiously.

"Of course, it was great. Having such a considerate girlfriend, how could it not be? Since you love modeling so much, do your best in Milan." Miles hung up after saying that.

By then, Claire had searched the entire room without finding Samuel. She couldn't stay calm anymore!

She had inexplicably spent the night with a stranger. How could she face Samuel again?

Tears started falling as she crouched in a corner, silently sobbing, ignoring the man staring at her with a complicated expression.

Miles put away his phone. Regardless of what was going on with this woman, she clearly wasn't here for him. Dina's gift might not have been her. But no matter who she was, today's events must not be disclosed.

He found his jacket, took out his checkbook, wrote a check swiftly, and tore it off. This amount should be enough for hush money, right?