As much as I prayed the earth would swallow me from this nightmare, I felt hiding away from my family from this embarrassing night. My grandfather did warn me that Kelvin was the rich playboy who can not be taken down. I heard that Kelvin played with women, so and so.

Yeah yeah, there was always the first lesson for everyone, for me. I lost. Booh Donna, booh.

Effective tonight, I vowed I would distance myself from Kelvin or any man. Too much of daydreaming for love. I needed to rethink my actions. How can this happen to a rich beautiful heiress like. Am I not a good catch?

My heart was empty. My mind was revolted. If my money could not buy me love, at least it should heal my pride.

My troubled mind was still focused in front of the closed elevator which button I pushed open, when suddenly, somebody forcibly pulled my arm and I was dragged back to the direction of the suite.

Before I could react and protest, the naked Kelvin had already effortlessly moved me away from the elevator door.

"Hey!" I protested as I wriggled my arms to pull away. "Leave me alone. I am out of here!"

Recovering from his manhandling, I said: "No, no, no...I said, leave me alone". I hardened my legs, moving back to the elevator.

Kelvin still dragged my arms back to the suite, this time hurting me with this push and pull. Men's strength was always stronger than women, if not, it was impossible to pull me away from the elevator door as I wrapped my hands on the door like an octuposb.

I changed my technique so I kicked Kelvin's knees, and although his face scowled, still he caught my arms back and dragged me back to the door. Though this time the door did not slam back to my face, but the grip on my arm was painful. He tightened his hold, dammit!

But no way. I am not returning inside the shit room.

I fought with my arms and legs with all my strength and shrieked, "I am not going inside that room with that whore! Let me go, you fuckshit!"

Still, he dragged me back, this time scooping my wriggling waist. I kicked wildly like a madwoman.

I shouted, "help, help, let me go, you shit," but of course, nobody would come to help me. It was a private suite. Once already inside, Kelvin unceremoniously threw me at the bed, to the shock of the other naked intruder whore.

I panicked. I looked at her up and down. Yuck! My hair stood. She looked back at me angrily. What the fuck!: Is he planning to screw both of us in this bed? I gulped. He wants a gang bang with the two of us? Yuck!

But without warning, Kelvin picked up the woman intruder's gown and purse, pulled her up from the bed, then hastily dragged her by her waist while she was protesting the sudden change with a big yelp of curses. She shouted, "nooooooo"

But still, Kelvin threw her out of the room, then closed and locked the door.

Shocked again for the nth time, I watched how the shrieking hysterical naked woman intruder was thrown out the room like a hot sack of potato. She was screeching and howling profanities. The bitch was swearing obscene language to the end while banging the closed door. "Let me in, let me in, you honey, honey!"

Kelvin was now heaving his chest up and down and then turned his cold, evil gaze back to me.

Glaring back at him, I looked at his dark face. My shitty temper was now a boiling lava. I am mad, he is mad.

Kelvin said in a low voice, looking intently at me. "You should have just watched my girlfriend and me to the end, Donna," and smirked. "you're leaving before the end of my show? That deserved a punishment."

I hissed and said, "Show?" I was confused. "You mean your XXX rated show with that cheap woman of yours?, I asked laughing sourly and added, tilting my head. "why should I watch your porno show, do tell me, am I sex starved?"

Kelvin spoke slowly between his teeth and sat on the bed. "I participated in your wedding show, and you will not participate in my honeymoon X rated show? How dare you, how dare you" He arched his eyebrows arrogantly. His handsome face was now grim in anger.

Observing his angry face, I exhaled nervously. This was a different man. He was running his cold fingers on my arms, scratching my skin. Does he want to skin me alive? I shook away his fingers.

Angrily. I said "Is that it? You dragged me back so I could watch you live porno? You should just have asked me nicely if you wanted me to watch both of you, and then maybe,...."

I paused wickedly "I could also ask you to watch my own sex show with my own toy man later, how about that? Show for a show?

In truth, that scrap talk nauseated me. I am revolted by just imagining it. I felt throwing up that very minute. My saliva dried. Yuck.