Chapter 1 The Man vs AV

• "Have you ever been with a man?"
• As night fell, Amelia Snyder, who had consumed one too many glasses of alcohol on a business trip, was on the verge of falling asleep. However, as soon as she closed her eyes, the words of her best friend, Ashlynn Ford, began to echo incessantly in her mind like a surround sound speaker.
• Ashlynn's voice echoed once more. "The feeling of excitement is beyond thrilling. You should embrace your youth and explore things with an attractive guy! If you can't find one, exploring on your own is also fine. Don't be shy; I have all sorts of resources, even visual ones, to help you discover a new world!"
• How did I respond to her at that time?
• I can't remember anymore.
• Amelia lay on the hotel bed, her delicate face flushed with intoxication. Her thick, luscious hair sprawled around her.
• In just a month, she would be turning twenty-six. She was already a grown woman, yet she had never had a boyfriend. She had never even experienced a first kiss, let alone anything more risqué.
• In truth, it wasn't the first time her friend had brought up the topic. Ashlynn frequently made dirty jokes. But today, unexpectedly, the words stirred up an unusual desire within Amelia. Amplified by the effects of alcohol, she found herself unable to sleep!
• Amelia turned over, still feeling as if some emotion was about to surface. Unable to calm her tense nerves, she eventually sat up in bed.
• She subconsciously licked her somewhat dry lips while reaching out for her phone. With her contact lenses removed and having consumed a bit too much alcohol, her vision was slightly blurred. She squinted at the screen and, noticing the entry starting with 'Ash' in her WhatsApp contact list, she clicked on it and sent a message.
• It read: Send me some videos. I want to see them.
• The reply came swiftly; it was simply a question mark.
• Amelia's elegant eyebrows furrowed slightly. With the alcohol breaking down her usual inhibitions, she sent back: Stop pretending not to understand! Either send me a man or the videos. I'm waiting in Room 1501.
• At the end of the message, she even added a red lips emoji.
• After sending the message, Amelia waited for a long time without receiving a reply. Just as she was about to get out of bed for a sip of water, the doorbell rang.
• Without much thought, Amelia headed to the door. After all, Ashlynn surely couldn't have sent a man over in the middle of the night.
• As soon as the door opened, Amelia instantly sobered.
• "M-Mr. Fullerton?"
• It seemed as though the man had just finished bathing. His short hair was still damp and dripping with water. He was wrapped in a dark, loosely tied silk robe, revealing the hollow of his collarbone where a few dark tattoos were visible.
• As her gaze moved downward, she could vaguely make out some well-defined abdominal muscles, which eventually disappeared into a clearly defined Apollo's belt.
• Because of his tall and slim figure, he almost blocked the entire doorway. His handsome face was partially obscured by darkness. His gaze, which usually held an aloof and indifferent expression, had changed. They suddenly seemed like those of a beast that had been lying dormant for a long time, intently staring at its prey.
• "Why are you looking for me— mmph!"
• Before Amelia could even finish her sentence, she felt a pair of large hands firmly gripping the back of her head. She was immediately silenced.
• Amelia also tasted the flavor of wine from his mouth, though it was different from what she had been drinking, yet the flavors blended splendidly.
• After feeling a wave of dizziness, she found herself pressed against the bed. Her white nightgown, entangled with his ink-black robe, sparked endless fantasies and filled the room with the intense scent of passion.
• Asher Fullerton appeared to be heavily intoxicated. Otherwise, how could the esteemed president of Prime Financial Group find himself in the room of a lowly assistant?
• Instinctively, Amelia resisted for a moment but then abruptly ceased. Upon reflection, it wasn't such a terrible outcome to lose her virginity to such an attractive, wealthy, and influential man.
• He wouldn't recognize her, just as he didn't recall that they had once been classmates in middle school or that they had even shared a desk for almost a year.
• It was merely a one-night stand. She rarely encountered her immediate boss in the company, so the chances of running into someone as important as Asher again were almost nonexistent. Moreover, her position was so low that no one would believe her, even if she claimed to have slept with Asher.
• After a few moments of contemplation, she gathered the courage to reach up and wrap her arm around his neck, surrendering to a night of passion illuminated by the moonlight streaming in through the hotel room window.