Tessa Bennett dressed in a waiter's uniform and holding a tray, her gaze casually sweeping the banquet hall.
She was hunting her prey.
The red wine in the tray had been prepared in advance.
Soon, her attention was drawn to a handsome, noble-looking man.
He was the CEO of Alexander Corporation, Bradley.
Seeing him, she raised an eyebrow, picked up her tray and approached him directly: “Sir, would you like some red wine?”
Seeing that his wine glass was empty, Bradley casually took the red wine from the tray.
Tessa looked at him quickly, the corner of her mouth curving slightly in amusement. As she was about to leave, she cast a knowing glance at a nearby businessman.
The businessman noticed his signal, picked up his glass of wine, and approached Bradley, speaking to him in a flattering and admiring
manner: "Mr. Alexander, here's to you. I look forward to working with you."
After speaking, he finished his drink in one gulp.
The majority of today's guests are business tycoons and political celebrities. Like the businessman, at least ten people actively approached him to discuss the possibility of collaboration.
Bradley took a sip of his wine as a polite response.
As soon as the businessman turned on his heels, Bradley began to feel dizzy, and his feet felt unsteady.
He imagined it was the effect of the wine, steadied himself,and rubbed his forehead.
Seeing this, Tessa, standing to one side, had a triumphant smile on her lips. Having seen Bradley put down his glass of wine and leave the banquet hall, she followed him immediately.
Keeping a moderate distance, she observed Bradley figure swaying backward as she silently counted in her heart. "Five, four, three...
When the final word "one" landed, Bradley staggered like a drunk and collapsed.
Tessa quickly stepped forward to assist a shocked Bradley. "Sir, let me take you back to your hotel room."
Barely able to maintain his last moments of sobriety,
Bradley hurried to give the hotel room number that his assistant had booked.
He felt her taking the room card out of her suit pocket as he reached the entrance to the room. With a “beep”, the bedroom door opened in response.
Without having time to react, he was suddenly pushed into the room. The next thing he knew, the woman beside him was embracing him and kissing him passionately.
Bradley attempted to push her away, but his mind became increasingly confused, and his rationality gradually faded.
Heat, it was really hot…
When the woman began to strip off his clothes, he could no longer contain himself, turning his defense into an attack.
Four hours later, the bed was in a complete mess.
Her clothes were scattered across the carpet underneath the bed.
Tessa , her body practically in tatters, rose from the bed and walked to the tripod on the other side to retrieve her cell phone from its holder.
In the middle of summer, it was still daylight at five o'clock.
Tessa gazed at the man still asleep in bed and let out a long sigh.
This man's endurance is truly impressive. He stalked her for almost four hours.
Tessa places her cell phone under her arm and enters the bathroom, ready to take a shower.
In front of the mirror, she examines the bruises on her body, the marks on her wrist, and the blue-violet stains on his knee.Disgruntled, she mutters, “Pervert.”
After a sleepless night, Tessa felt a little better after taking a bath.
Dressed in a bathrobe, she sat on the sofa, waiting for the man in the bed to wake up.
At six o'clock, sunlight leaked into the room through the curtains.
As soon as Bradley woke up, the first thing he saw was the woman sitting on the sofa opposite the bed.
Her smile was faint as she greeted, "Good morning, Mr. Alexander ."
Bradley gazed at her for a moment, his expression unreadable. His thin lips barely moved as he inquired, "Are you... the server from last night's event?"
A smile appears on Tessa lips as she jokes, “Mr. Alexander, your impression of me is so vivid. It seems you were very pleased with my service last night!”
Bradley : "Did you do something to my drink?"
His gaze was icy as he locked eyes with her, carefully examining every detail.
He then got out of bed, put on the nearby bathrobe, and walked over to her.
He came to a stop in front of the sofa, looking down at her imperiously.
Tessa smiled and looked at him. "I never imagined Mr. Alexander would be so adventurous. Look at the marks on my wrist, it hurts!" she said, raising her hands.
Bradley cast an indifferent sweep across her wrist, offering no response.
Tessa pretended to be helpless and complained:
"Has Mr. Alexander forgotten how he took advantage of me yesterday?"
As he spoke, she picked up his cellphone and randomly clicked on a pre-recorded video.
The cellphone emitted sounds that caused a surprised reaction and increased heartbeats.
Bradley watches the captivating scenes in the video, his face remaining inexpressive. "Name your price," he says.
The practice of charging for photo shoots was common within their social circle.
Tessa stood up, her slender fingers wrapped around the waistband of her bathrobe. She stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear, “It's not money I want, it's for you to marry me.”
No sooner had the words been spoken than the man firmly gripped her delicate neck.
Tessa grabbed his hand with hers, trying to break free.
But the man got even harder, her face turned red and her breathing started to get a bit rushed.
She gives a forced smile and says, "I anticipated Mr. Alexander's behavior. He always refuses to acknowledge anyone while putting on his pants. The video is already programmed to be posted on the Internet with a timer."
"In two hours, if there is no cancellation of the timer, Mr. Alexander is going to become the hottest 'action film' actor on the entire web."
Bradley thin lips parted slightly as he asked,
"Why are you plotting against me?"
Tessa had researched Bradley before
approaching him. He was astute and careful, not the kind of person who could be
easily deceived.
So, she didn't bother to explain.
She took a deep breath, relaxed, and changed the subject:
"You know what they say, a one-night stand demands a hundred days grace.'
It looks like Mr. Alexander hasn't managed to get rid of me yet. So, let's go back to our original conversation: when do you plan to marry me?"
