It set off a bomb in her head, and she covered her face in reflex.

Taylor soon felt a stream of warmth from her wrist. The man gripped her with his big palm.

"Who send you here?" His deep, attractive voice broke the quietness of the room.

Taylor was stunned. Did he think that she was sent here to entertain him?

While her mind was wandering, her hands were pulled off.

The moonlight came in through the window and laid across his perfect attractive face.

His eyes, as calm as the deep sea at night, contained inexplicable menace.

Her heart convulsed as she wondered if the man had sobered up.

Apart from the pungent smell of alcohol, he had a unique, refreshing fragrance that assailed her nostrils. She found it noble and somewhat familiar.

"Since you're here, your service should be in place!" Following his attractive voice, his scalding body bore down again...

Before she could respond, the man's lips had landed on hers...

The man of her dreams was amazing in stamina. Just half an hour ago, they had done it many times.

The dominant passion sent her to the clouds over and over again...

She passed out before it ended.

It was almost dawn when Taylor woke up again.

She turned around and saw the man quietly sleeping beside her.

The morning light came in and gilded his pretty features. At that moment, the man looked simply stunning!

She lost no time to hasten out of bed and pull on her clothes.

If the man caught her again, he would see and remember her face in broad daylight. By then, there would be no escape for her. Probably, he would tear her to pieces and throw her into the sea.

Before she came out last night, she put on a wig and light makeup.

To her surprise, she got a chance to sleep with the man of her dreams the first time she wore women's clothing.

It was simply thrilling!

She put on her clothes, ready to leave, when the doorbell suddenly rang.

Her heart gave a physical lurch, and she hastily hid in the bathroom.

The doorbell woke up the exalted man.

He frowned slightly and opened his shiny eyes slowly.

He picked up a remote control from the nightstand and pressed it with his slender finger. Then the door of the presidential suite opened.

Seth Watson got in and went across the living room straight to the bedroom.

He bowed his head in reverence, "Sir, Aurora committed suicide!"

When Taylor heard the name in the bathroom, the corner of her eye twitched slightly.

Aurora?

Her deceased twin sister bore the same name.

"Dead?"

The man's indifferent voice came out. It sounded like he didn't care about the life and death of that person.

"No, she has been sent to the hospital for emergency treatment." Answered Seth.

"Mm!" The man hummed still indifferently.

"Your parents have gone to the hospital," Seth added.

"Mm, you can go now!" Claude said drowsily and lifted the blanket nonchalantly to get out of bed.

Only then did he remember something and instantly pull a long face.

"Seth!" His voice turned gloomy.

The assistant immediately turned back and responded reverently, "Sir."

"Did you send over a woman last night?" Rage instantly tinted his dark eyes.

"No!" Seth hurriedly shook his head, "Sir, according to your instruction, no one is allowed to get on this floor."

Besides, he knew his boss was a Stoic. How could he possibly send over any woman?

Those who attempted to get on Mr. Jones's bed were all dragged away mercilessly, fell into disrepute, and dared not covet the boss again.

What happened this time? It looked like his boss accepted the intruder, which was mind-boggling!

Seth detected the pent-up anger in his eyes and proposed hurriedly, "Sir, I'll investigate it right now!"

Seth trotted away to check the surveillance.

The Jones owned this 7-star hotel, so he could place a lockdown and forbade everyone to leave.

In the bathroom, Taylor was terrified by the grave consequences.

Sure enough, the man was fearsome when he woke up.

She had no idea how to escape.

While she was appalled and cornered, the statuesque man walked towards the bathroom.