The first time I met Benedict Lawrence was at the Lawrence family's old mansion.
He was dressed in a nice suit. He was tall, built, but quite solemn. Although he was an aristocrat, he seemed cold and unfriendly.
I found out from my bestie later that he was her uncle who was filthy rich and who owned a company.
The second time I met Benedict was in the bed at Winston Hotel.
To put it correctly, I had stripped him bare and was riding him like a rodeo...
Three days ago, my grandmother suffered from another heart attack and needed a hefty sum of money for the operation. Uncle Gilbert had tried putting together some money, but it was just too little for the operation. My parents had died when I was ten, and ever since then, my world revolved around my grandmother. She was the closest person to me since I was a little girl.
Sometimes, life really sucked. A small amount of money might mean nothing to the rich. However, the same amount of money would be able to force a poor man to his knees and ruin his life forever.
Later, I was reminded of Benedict since he was the only wealthy man I knew.
I thought of many ways and even asked my bestie for advice. I came to the conclusion that Benedict would never settle for a deal that would make him lose money, let alone giving out more than hundred thousand dollars without a handsome return.
With that, I came up with a bright solution!
Which was to sleep with him!
This seemed like the best idea and the only solution I had. Maybe I was just sick of being poor. Maybe I was just running away from the harsh reality.
I planned for a long time, tracking and stalking him just to figure out ways to spend a night with him. I even went at length to watch and learn from various blue movies!
After a few days of planning, I finally managed to get him to sleep with me.
"Baby, relax!" His voice was deep and husky, the noticeable smell of wine mixed in his breath.
He was indeed a beast in bed. The night seemed to last forever.
It was not until around four in the morning that Benedict finally had enough. He lay on me and fell asleep.
I waited for him to fall into a deep sleep before I could break free from his arms.
I could feel my bones cracking from all the activities that night. Red love marks were scattered on my skin, proof of what had happened the night before.
I tried to move. Immediately, a jolting sense of discomfort spread through my whole body.
When I first met Benedict, he looked mature and controlled. I'd never expected him to be extremely wild in bed!
I switched on the lamp by the bed, lying down and thinking about the precautionary measures I should take.
After all, I didn't know Benedict well. How would he react if he found out I just tricked him to sleep with me? What if he tried to leave shamelessly? If that happened, I would've lost everything!
Now that I had gone this far, I could not just give up easily without getting something in return.
Hence, I took a few nude photos of him with my phone.
He had a great body. It was obvious that he took good care of himself since his body was buff and charming. I blushed the moment I looked at the lower part of his body.
I swore under my breath, blushing as I covered him up with a blanket.
Then, I looked at the clock and realized it was almost five in the morning. I lay quietly in bed to wait for him to wake up and to start my negotiation with him!
