Distance! Hubby!

It was late at night. The colors of the neon lights were changing, which highlighted the prosperity of the city.

Inside the luxurious Vegas Hotel.

The luxurious presidential suite, on the top floor, was very quiet.

Suddenly, a sharp knock on the door, broke the silence.

"Help, is anyone there?" The sound of a woman gasping came in the silent room.

Wilfred Scott was never a stickybeak, but when he heard the woman's voice, he strode towards the door.

As soon as the door was opened, Ashley Lewis ran into Wilfred's chest. She was dizzy as if she had hit a brass wall.

Hmm..., Ashley whispered. She tried her best to keep her composure.

"Sir, help me. Many men are chasing me outside." Ashley blushed with apparent fear in her eyes.

"Don't be afraid, and I'm here."

Wilfred's voice was very gentle, like a spring breeze blowing away Ashley's gloom. Although it was a short sentence, it was like a warm current flowing through Ashley's heart.

The sound of footsteps outside the door stopped abruptly as they passed by the door of his room.

A man in black was about to knock on the door but was stopped, "Don't you know whose territory this is? Come back if you don't want to die!" One man intimidated them.

Realized the potential danger, they quickly disappeared.

Hearing them walk further and further away, Ashley breathed a sigh of relief.

The lights in the room lit up.

The man in front of her had a long straight figure, cold steely features, and a knife-like face. His deep eyes were as bright as obsidian. Standing here, he had the temperament of an emperor, looking down upon the world.

Ashley couldn't believe that the gentle breezy voice was his.

"Sir, thank you for saving me just now." Ashley was a little scared.

"You're afraid of me, aren't you?" His voice was very cold, without a hint of emotion.

"Hot, I feel hot." Ashley kept mumbling, hot and unbearable as if she was on fire. She kept taking off her clothes.

"Oh no, the medicine is working." Ashley cursed in a low voice.

She didn't hear what Wilfred had just said, and with her last shred of sanity, she said, "Sir, I'll repay your kindness later." After saying that she was going to open the door and leave.

Wilfred rushed over to stop her, "You want to leave this way?"

The handsome man in front of her made Ashley to lose her mind. She couldn't help but kiss his cold lips.

Wilfred was itching as if he got an electric shock.

He was forcefully kissed by a stranger. Countless women wanted to sleep with him over the years, who either wanted fame or money. None of them ended up well.

However, today he enjoyed the slightly rusty kiss, feeling a flutter that he had never felt before.

He hugged Ashley's slender waist tightly and kissed her too.

After that, he stuck out his tongue and kissed her wantonly. Feeling that this was far from enough, he picked up Ashley and threw her onto a large bed.

With a little painful feel, Ashley regained her senses a little.

"No, Sir. Let me go. I've been drugged." There was still unfading lust in Ashley's voice.

However, her voice, stirred the desire in Wilfred's heart, and at this time, he was also overwhelmed with lust.

The arrow couldn't be left on the string.

"Let me help you." After saying that, he pressed Ashley underneath him, madly kissing her soft lips, plundering her warm breath, and wantonly drawing her saliva.

Ashley's sanity faded away, which was replaced by her instincts.

After a night of non-stop sex, Ashley fainted from exhaustion.

The sunlight spilled through the curtains into the room, and Ashley saw a handsome face as soon as she opened her eyes.

She was like a deflated ball, and her body was sore and weak. The messy clothes on the floor, as well as the bruises on her body, reminded her of the madness last night.

So this wasn't a dream!

She slept with a strange man last night. Ashley looked up at the man who was still sleeping, carefully got out of bed, picked up the clothes on the floor, and didn't look back. This ridiculous night was nothing but an accident, and she hoped she wouldn't have anything to do with this man again.

She had more important things to do.

It was her Mother, Vivian Andersonl, who made her go through the miserable night.

She would make her mother pay for this someday.

As the sunlight grew harsher and harsher, the man on the bed opened his eyes. He tried to reach for Ashley but found no one around him.

He got up, lifted the blanket, and saw the blood.

The house was back to its previous silence, and everything seemed like a dream.

Wilfred looked at the blood and smiled teasingly, "I won't let you escape this time."