At that moment, Elisa was delirious and could only answer instinctively, "None of your business!"

Angered by the reply, Martin instantly walked to the bed, grabbed the woman by her slender arm, and snarled under the effect of alcohol, "Get out."

This was his room, and she was not worthy to get on his bed.

When Elisa felt the man's palm and heard the man's growl, she was not daunted. On the contrary, the drug in her body was stimulated by the man's approaching.

With her blurry eyes, she looked at the man's face, but only a vague outline could be seen. Nevertheless, stimulated by the inner heat, she was longing to approach the man.

The next second, she leaned over, threw her arms around the man's neck regardless of his grip, and spoke deliriously, "Dude, I want it..."

Before finishing her speech, she drew closer and kissed the man on the lips.

Feeling the woman's movement, Martin cursed inwardly and planned to push the unscrupulous woman away.

But then, he felt so comfortable that he dropped the idea.

The soothing kiss and her soft body turned him on instantly.

Drunkenness overcame his sense, and impulse got the better of him.

Girl, you asked for it.

Martin then seized the initiative and enhanced the kiss.

Everything happened naturally. Spellbound, neither of them could see each other's face clearly, but their coordination was quite deft.

Elisa started the fire and later begged for mercy.

Martin looked at the woman, snorted, but spoke in a somewhat indulgent and husky voice, "Heh, little devil."

...

As soon as Elisa woke up and opened her hazy eyes, she saw the back of a man. It was thick, robust, and well-defined apparently built from long-term exercise.

After a moment of fascination, Elisa's heart sank. Wait, why was there a man in her room?

Baffled, she tried to recall what happened last night.

She connected the dots of her fuzzy memories and got a rough picture. There was something wrong with the wine she drank last night. Then this man appeared, and she... drew close to him on her own. Then... it seemed something happened.

Elisa collected herself, moved her gaze back, looked at the blanket over her body, and squirmed. A spasm of pain went through her, and her mind became soberer.

Her virginity was gone.

She was aware that she lost her chastity to the man next to her. Ashamed with her initiative last night, she didn't dare to look at him again and wanted to run away as soon as possible.

Driven by the idea, Elisa bore the pain from her lower body, quietly got off the bed, pulled on her clothes, found her cell phone and handbag, and sneaked out of the room.

She left the hotel and got back to her car. Relieved, she recalled what happened last night carefully. Her fear abated a little, but her anger was surging.

Although she took the initiative, why did that man get into her room and steal her virginity? Without doubts, he was a jerk at fault.

She cursed the man inwardly, thought about the hard truth, and had to admit her loss. To protect herself, she needed to take some measures.

She took out her cell phone and dialed Mia's number.

"Eli." Mia answered the call.

"I don't have a computer with me right now, so please help me with a task." Elisa requested.

"Sure." Mia agreed, "Eli, you name it."

"Hack into Rhine Hotel's LAN and delete all information about my check-in last night along with the surveillance footage." Elisa said.