Chapter 1: One Night Stand
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Updated : Feb 19th, 2025
"Get the hell off my bed!" The woman raised her hand, dousing a man with a glass of cold water.
Adonis Warth looked up angrily, only to see the mottled hickeys on the woman's neck. He swallowed his words.
After leaving the military, Adonis became a chauffeur. The woman was one of his clients. Last night, they were drunk and stayed in a top-notch villa, driving a Porsche Cayenne. By all accounts, their lives were worlds apart and should never have intersected, yet fate played its cruel game.
Before Adonis could recall the details, a slap landed hard on his face. Getting dragged into such a scandal out of nowhere, Adonis was already fuming. His words came out harsh. "Why did you hit me?"
The woman snarled, "I told you to get out. Didn't you hear?"
Adonis frowned. "What about last night? Just pretend it didn't happen?"
The woman raised an eyebrow, her expression cold and disdainful. "What? You think you need to take responsibility?"
Adonis nodded. "No one wants this kind of thing to happen, but I'm a man..."
The woman interrupted him, her expression mocking. "A man? Listen carefully. My name is Imani Thubron, Vice President of the Thubron Group. You, a chauffeur, don't even earn as much as my driver. Responsibility? What could you possibly offer?"
Adonis was stunned for a moment, then gave a self-deprecating laugh. Imani was right. No matter how glorious his past was, he was now an ordinary chauffeur, still on probation. If it weren't for his urgent need for money, he wouldn't be taking jobs day and night, nor would he have crossed paths with her.
Looking down at him, Imani yanked the blanket off before he could reply.
The chill hit him, and Adonis quickly covered himself as he cursed, "Are you out of your damn mind?"
Imani smirked. "You better drop that macho facade. So what if I'm a woman? I don't need compensation from you, men. I will never succumb to anyone!"
She opened her wallet, scattering a wad of hundred-dollar bills in front of Adonis, her disdainful gesture akin to dismissing a beggar.
Adonis felt humiliated, his tone turning grave. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Imani's voice was icy. "You drive, I pay. It's your wage. What's the problem?"
Adonis couldn't stand her attitude. He snapped, "Pay through the app."
He got out of bed, quickly putting on his clothes, ignoring Imani's presence.
Imani said calmly, "I'll pay for your driving service through the app. Now I'm paying for another."
Adonis didn't understand at first, then angrily shouted, "Imani, what do you take me for?"
Imani replied, "You have seven years of experience. Aren't you?"
Adonis buttoned his shirt with a sneer. "I've met many women, but not one as bad as you!"
Imani mocked, "Double standard!"
Adonis glared at her. "Say that again!"
Imani didn't flinch, and her aura grew more assertive. "When men had sex with women, it's just fun and games. As for women, it's self-humiliation. Who made these rules?"
Adonis tried to recall. "But wasn't last night your first..."
With a nonchalant tone, Imani interrupted, "It was my first time, but my first last night."
Adonis felt disgusted, nodding as he tied his shoelaces. "Fine, you're tough. I can't handle you! I'm leaving, alright?"
Imani pointed. "Hey, take the money. I was satisfied with your skills. I'll call you next time."
Adonis tried to regain some dignity, replying with a cold smile, "Last night was a trial experience. Free of charge."
With that, Adonis slammed the door and left the villa. But as soon as he closed the door, a pop-up appeared on his phone. Upon checking, he was upset. There was a one-star review citing the driver's body odor.
Adonis looked up at the villa's third floor. "Damn it! She did that on purpose."
After Adonis left, Imani's feign shattered. Her body swayed, and an ache spread through her legs, reminding her of last night's madness. She pulled back the blanket, staring at the blood stain on the sheets. Her jaw clenched, her fists tightened, and her face turned pale. It took every ounce of her strength to hold back her tears.
Imani couldn't reconcile what had happened with the woman she thought she knew—a childhood friend. If it weren't for the drugged drink last night, she wouldn't have given up her twenty-year chastity to a stranger.
When her gaze fell on the clock, her heart sank. Three hours left until the plane landed. Who would have thought her most trusted friend would stab her in the back at such a crucial moment? But what could she do now? Should she give up? She had waited two years for the man. The Thubron family was facing a crisis. Only the man could save the Thubron family.
After calming down, Imani walked toward the bathroom, removing her remaining clothes. As the shower washed over her, steam enveloped her flawless figure.
She sighed, wiping the fog from the mirror and looking at herself. Her confidence slowly returned. To outsiders, she was the Thubron family's backbone, the glamorous CEO upholding the Thubron legacy. But who knew the blood, sweat, and tears it took to keep it all together?
Imani knew she couldn't back down. She had no way out. No matter what schemes awaited, she had to face them. Besides, did the people think using such dirty tricks would make her bow her head? Dream on!
As Imani stepped out of the bathroom, her phone rang. She walked to the window and answered calmly.
A familiar female voice came through. "Imani, you're awake. I was worried you couldn't get up. Brandon's flight is landing soon. Remember to dress up nicely. I'll come pick you up."
Imani replied, "No need. I'll see you at the airport."
The woman feigned concern. "But you drank so much last night. Can you still drive?"
Imani narrowed her eyes, her voice calm. "It's fine. I'll call a chauffeur."
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