Chapter 1 You're the Man I Ordered

• Susan Mondragon woke up with aching bones on the king-size hotel bed; when she saw a strange man still asleep next to her, an involuntary chill instantly came over her. Her eyes stared down at the startling hickeys all over her body. Taking a deep breath, she immediately pulled the covers around herself as her mind flashed back to the scenes of the night before.
• She had no idea that her husband, to whom she had been married for three years, had been sleeping with her best friend until the latter came to her in an act of provocation. In a burst of outrage, she slapped that little b*tch across the face, but that scumbag of a husband actually slapped her face in return and forced her to apologize to his mistress!
• In a fit of anger, she went to a bar to drown her sorrows in liquor. However, the more she thought back on her terrible marriage, the more bitter she felt in her drunken haze. Why should I put up with this? Since you scumbag dare to do this to me, don't blame me for paying you back in your own coin! In her mind, she still vaguely remembered how she had yelled, "Get me the most expensive male escort you've got here!"
• "Do I need to take responsibility for what happened last night?" The deep and mellow voice of a man rang icily from behind. Having just awoken, Eric Ford was ready to pay off the woman who had taken advantage of his drunken state last night.
• Susan stared incredulously at him with apparent disgust in her eyes. "Are you kidding me? Who would want a male escort to take responsibility for this? Are there no other men on earth? Don't try to use this trick to blackmail me, I'm warning you!"
• "A male escort?!"
• As soon as his words rang out, Susan's wrist was caught in a grip. The man's breath fanned the top of her head; his voice was frighteningly cold. "What did you call me just now? Say that again!"
• The dry warmth on her skin felt so amorous that it almost burned her. For some reason, she chickened out somewhat; a feeling of tension gradually knotted her stomach. Flinging Eric's hand away, she got dressed and rolled out of bed, digging all the cash she had out of her handbag before tossing them onto the pillow. "I'm not interested in wasting time with someone like you. Just get lost with the money and don't let me see you ever again."
• At the sight of the two crumpled banknotes, Eric impatiently took a deep breath. Zillions of women had tried to seduce him over the years, but this was his first time coming across a woman like this. He was unsure of what she was up to. What does she take me for? A male escort who's in the business of getting laid?
• Susan frowned. Obviously, this guy thinks I'm not paying him enough. Just how much does he expect me to pay him for such quality of service? He doesn't even wear a smile on his face. "Don't feel aggrieved about this, because you're only worth this much. You were too rough and made me quite uncomfortable. Also, your attitude is bad. You didn't know how to please a customer at all."
• Irritated thoroughly by the sight of the woman sticking her neck out and yelling in front of him, Eric yanked her onto his lap with some force. Upon seeing her subconsciously try to avoid him in a panic, he taunted under his breath in a chilling and bloodthirsty voice, "How dare you talk to me like that when this is all the nerve you've got? Just how many lives do you have to make me please you?"
• Sitting on the man's lap, Susan felt as if sitting on the tip of a knife. As she struggled to break free, she raised her hand, spilling the contents of her handbag all over the floor. This made her even more exasperated, and she stood up and broke free of his hold. Then, she bent down and hastily scooped everything on the floor into her handbag, not noticing that she had inadvertently shoved a jade pendant on a black string into it as well.
• She walked over to the door in her high heels with her shoulder bag in hand. Then, as if to let off steam, she banged the door open and left, not bothering to waste time arguing with this male escort anymore.
• As the door flung open with a loud bang, Eric watched her disappear from view with grimness written all over his good-looking face.
• When he stepped out of the hotel room, eight bodyguards were waiting at the door in well-ironed suits. Having just arrived, they went up and greeted their boss deferentially when they saw him come out.
• With the stony and forbidding air of a man of high position, Eric ordered in a grim voice, "That woman who entered my room drunk last night, find out who she is!"
• "Roger that!"
• Susan had just walked out of the hotel when she saw several cops coming toward her in police uniforms. Thinking she was blocking their way, she deliberately took a few steps back to make way for them.
• However, the young cop with sharp eyes thought she was about to run away, so he rushed over and caught hold of her shoulders at once. "Susan Mondragon, someone has turned you in for hiring an escort. Please come with us."
• Susan's eyes widened in horror at his words. A voice in her heart said, I'm finished…