Chapter 2

He opened a bottle of water and tried to pour it into my mouth, but I fidgeted like a child, spilling it everywhere.

Water ran down my chin, neck, and soaked into my white tank top, making it cling to my chest.

His temple pulsed as he gritted his teeth, clamping my mouth shut and forcing more water in.

I sputtered, coughing and tearing up, a pitiful sight.

Taking a deep breath, he carried me to the bed, tucked me under the covers, and went to get a cold towel.

I kicked the blanket off, my body writhing restlessly.

My pillow was soaked with tears as my chest began to itch.

It started with a few stings, like bees biting here and there, striking all the sensitive spots—painful and itchy at the same time.

But soon, the discomfort became unbearable, like a person wandering through the desert, desperate for water. In a daze, I yanked off my tank top, fumbling to unhook my bra.

A hand grabbed my wrist and said, "No."

I was both frustrated and uncomfortable, blinking up at him through teary eyes. "I feel so bad..."

I stared at him seriously, tugging at his clothes like a lost child pleading for candy.

"Help me, please?"

I could only repeat that one sentence over and over, clinging to him as if he were my lifeline.

This man, Finn, was getting the full experience of what it meant to be in an overwhelming situation.

He pulled me into his arms again, trying to peel me off. "You idiot, you’ve been drugged." I could barely make out his frustrated yet helpless voice, tinged with concern.

"I’m taking you to the hospital."

The word "hospital" faintly registered, but my foggy brain couldn’t comprehend it. Take me? Where?

I wasn’t going anywhere. Was he really a male escort who only catered to rich women?

He kept trying to pull me off, but I kept climbing back onto him.

The room, now in the dead of night, was filled with an odd tension. His breathing grew heavier as I clung to him.

Tears welled in my eyes as I wrapped my arms around his neck, crying, "Kiss me... please?"

He was still trying to pry me off, but his ragged breath betrayed him.

With a reckless move, I yanked off the towel he’d barely managed to wrap around himself.

I pressed closer, kissing his jaw. He tried to hold back, but my hot breath on his face made him falter. Thinking he was just holding out for money, I mumbled, "Please, help me... I can pay you."

With a sigh, I let out a stupid line, "You’ve already gotten my first kiss, what’s with the hesitation?"

Finn’s brows furrowed, his forehead slick with a thin sheen of sweat. "What are you talking about?" He looked shocked, as if he couldn’t believe what I’d just said.

The pressure from below was becoming unbearable.

I didn’t stop—my lack of experience didn’t matter anymore. I kept kissing him.

He finally gave in, his control snapping as he turned from resisting to taking the lead, pushing me down onto the bed.

Even in the heat of the moment, he held back, asking, "Are you sure? No regrets?"

I couldn’t stand it any longer. I pulled his hesitant lips down to mine and silenced him.

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