Classic Novel
Chapter 1 Who Are You
Chapter 1 Who Are You
“Baby, see you in Room 1808 Four Season Hotel.”
Recollecting the message, Amber Currie took a deep breath with a heart flutter.
It was the fourth year in love her boyfriend Oliver Stein. Tonight, she was going to lose her virginity to
him.
“Crack…” The sound of running water in bath room stopped.
Amber felt her heart was surging so fast that she was on the verge of a heart attack.
When the door of bath room opened, she shut her eyes trembling—the stress was crushing.
On the carpet, a light footfall approached and halted beside the bed.
A dominating, breathtaking presence loomed large.
Suddenly, a sharp pain speared through her wrists!
“Who are you? Why are you here?”
A deep and charming male voice, as cold as the gale outside the window, startled her out of the self-
restraint.
It was not her dear Oliver!
Amber widened her eyes and darted a frightened glance at the man.
Beside the bed, a towering man with inscrutable eyes and an impressive, chiseled nose and jaw, bent
over her.
It seemed that nothing insider her can be hidden from his sharp eyes.
“Ah!” Amber screamed instinctively and tried to struggle out of his grip.
This man frowned calmly, glimpsed over her stunning body exposed from the falling quilt and only to
tighten the clamp: “How did you get in here?”
Without changing his voice or breath, he gave her a cold sweat only with his sharp, stern glance.
His overwhelming presence told her: This was not a man to be trifled with!
Amber, too panic stricken to notice her nudity, only strived to shake him off.
Where was her sweet boyfriend? Where was and her romantic first-time sex? Why things turned out
like this?
Before she recollected herself, the door popped open and people flocked in.
Almost blinded by piercing white camera flashlights, she fumbled for something to cover her bosoms.
What was worse, the fallen quilt was out of reach to wrap her body.
Thrown upon by a black coat, Amber gave a thankful look at the man, only to find he was paying no
attention to her at all.
Wearing nothing but a bath towel around his waist, he stood high and relaxed, like a domineering King.
“Liam Croft! Let go of my girlfriend! How can you, President of the Watson Group bully us s?”
Oliver Stein emerged from the group of reporters, looked outrageous.
Staring at Oliver, Amber’s big, blingy eyes were sparked with shock, shame and fury.
What a scene! All staged by her dear boyfriend!
She was nothing but a bait in the dirty trap set up by Oliver Stein and the paparazzis.
Her tears filling up in her eyes and ran down the cheek although she tried her very best to hold them
back.
Her voice was choking with rage though she tried so hard to throw them out.
Amber wrapped tight the coat and staggered step by step towards Oliver.
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her.
Oliver put on a sympathetic face and opened his arms: “Don’t be afraid, darling, I will…”
“Pat!”
She slapped him on the face.
Amber bit her lower lip to keep herself from sobbing.
Hit hardly by this blow, Oliver stumbled, seeing stars dancing before his eyes. Some warm liquid
running out of his nose—Ah, it was blood!
Wiping nose blood awkwardly, he tried to drag her arm.
“Leave my fiancée alone,” The tall man bath towel fended off Oliver from Amber, “Try me if you dare to
touch her.”