Chapter 1

Golden Valley, night, the lights are just coming on.

Peyton Coleman drank quite a bit of alcohol at the graduation party that night, feeling dizzy and quite drunk.
For some reason, after drinking, she felt hot all over, a kind of heat that rose from deep within her body, making her feel uncomfortable.

Peyton had to find an excuse and leave early.

She returned to the hotel, found her room key from her bag, and walked in.

Peyton went to bed and fell asleep.

In a daze, she heard footsteps getting closer and closer until they stopped next to her.

Peyton looked up, half-closing her beautiful eyes, and saw a tall and handsome stranger looking down at her.

“Who are you?” she asked.

“Are you a hotel servant, or…”

Before she could finish speaking, Peyton paused for a moment, then suddenly laughed and said to herself, “Wow, the service nowadays is so good, even delivering goods to the door. But I didn’t call for a young master, I already have a fiancé…”

Young master? It turns out this woman mistook him for a male escort?

The man’s mouth curved dangerously, he bent down, pinched her chin, and said in a low voice, “Even if I were for sale, I’m afraid you couldn’t afford me.”

He smelled the alcohol on her body and wrinkled his brow in disgust.

Peyton was pinched too hard and felt some pain.

“Be gentle, you’re hurting me. You should leave. I want to sleep, remember to close the door for me…”

The man snorted coldly, let go of her hand, and was about to leave.

But Peyton suddenly took the initiative and grabbed his sleeve.

“It’s hot, so hot… Why is your hand so cold? It feels so comfortable. Don’t let go…”

The man stopped in his tracks, didn’t even look at her, and ruthlessly shook off her hand.

Who knew Peyton would cling to him, holding onto his strong waist tightly, and muttering unconsciously, “Hot, I’m hot…”

She looked up, rubbing her chin against the man’s chest, making him stiffen all over.

The man lowered his head and, thanks to the dim light in the room, finally saw the woman’s face in his arms.

His cold, hard features suddenly softened, and the corners of his eyebrows lifted slightly.
“So it’s you…”

Peyton has lost consciousness and is acting on instinct, clinging to the man and pulling at her clothes, revealing her fair and plump shoulders.

She continues to pull and moan, saying that it’s hot and she can’t take her clothes off.

The man asks who drugged her, but Peyton is too uncomfortable and doesn’t hear him.

She only knows that this man can help her.

Her voice is soft and kitten-like as she asks him to help her take off her dress and turn down the air conditioning.

The man cannot resist her passion and seduction, and they spend the night together.

Peyton falls asleep exhausted, but the man remains cold and detached, playing with her hair.

The next day, Peyton wakes up with a headache and realizes that she slept with a stranger.

The man lying next to her is muscular and handsome, and she wonders how it happened.

She remembers drinking and assumes she went to the wrong room and slept with him while drunk.

I’m not sure, her room card is for this room only and can’t open other room doors!

After thinking for a while, Peyton suddenly realized that this man was most likely a gigolo… commonly known as a bull.
Yes, that’s it.

Peyton quietly turned over and picked up her clothes from the floor one by one to put them on.

She didn’t notice the man behind her suddenly opening his eyes.

After getting dressed, Peyton turned around and glanced at the man on the bed, realizing he was still asleep, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She carefully opened her bag and muttered to herself, “Regardless of who started it last night, whether it was you or me, I still owe you the money. I have a thousand dollar… huh? Where’s my money?”

Peyton looked at her wallet and was stunned.

Except for one hundred dollar, she only had two coins left, which she had from a few days ago when she took the subway.

“I don’t have a thousand dollar anymore. Oh well, I’ll give you the hundred dollar, no need for change. I’ll give you the two coins too.”

Peyton placed the 102 dollar by the man’s pillow, not daring to make a sound, afraid of waking him up.

What if he woke up and saw that she only gave him this little money, and caused trouble for her? She couldn’t afford to lose face.

Peyton didn’t even turn her head and quickly left the room.

When she heard the sound of the door closing, the man opened his eyes lazily and sat up.

His fingers, with distinct knuckles, reached out and picked up the 102 dollar.

The man’s thin lips curved into a smile, “Sleeping with me, and only giving me this little reward?”

Glancing at the crumpled shirt under the bed, the man picked up his phone and dialed a number, “Send a set of clothes to the hotel immediately.”

The other person respectfully replied, “Yes, President Murphy.”

The tailor-made high-end handmade suit was soon delivered by a dedicated person.

The man carefully dressed himself and, when he was ready to leave, he saw the money by the pillow and went back to pick it up.

His eyes narrowed, his voice deep and thick, “I won’t go to the company today, the morning meeting is postponed. I’m going to the Murphy family.”

“Yes, President Murphy.”

The man turned and walked out, his tall and straight figure exuding an air of nobility that could not be ignored.