NO PAIN NO GAME

"5306."

Sharon Hoffman shared her room number with someone other than her boyfriend, Bennett Lambert.

This idea came to her just half an hour after she discovered that her boyfriend had been cheating on her.

He had a woman's foot flirtatiously wandering between his thighs as if she was looking for something down there. Neither of them thought that anyone had noticed their little game.

When the doorbell chimed, Sharon snapped back to reality. She hastily adjusted the alluring lingerie she was wearing. She had initially purchased those for the birthday surprise for Bennett.

As the door swung open, Sharon was engulfed in a passionate kiss, nearly breathless from the intensity. In that moment, all she could perceive were a pair of desire-filled eyes locking with hers. It took a while for her to realize the identity of the person before her—Andrew Blakely.

Andrew didn't give the woman in his arms a chance to do anything. Upon glimpsing what she was wearing beneath her bathrobe, he applied a bit of force with his arm, causing Sharon to be pressed against the full-length mirror adjacent to the door. His arms wrapped firmly around her waist, holding her in place.

A woody scent of cologne emanated from him, filling the air around them. After a brief moment of being taken aback, Sharon closed her eyes, surrendering herself to the sensation and allowing herself to enjoy the moment.

Perhaps it was Sharon's own initiative that ignited a hidden desire within Andrew, revealing a side of him that starkly contrasted her initial impression.

Unbeknownst to Sharon, the elevator chimed, signaling Bennett's arrival just before he witnessed the unfolding scene before him.

With one hand firmly holding Sharon's hands above her head and the other gently tucking her hair, Andrew strategically positioned himself to block Bennett's view of her. Sensing Bennett's impending rush, Andrew turned his head, a wicked smile playing on his lips as he locked eyes with Bennett, silently asserting his presence.

In an instant, Bennett's face drained of color, his complexion turning pale. With a swift and powerful kick from Andrew's long leg, the door slammed shut, sealing off any further glimpse of the scene inside. The sound of a brief musical chime accompanied the closing of the door, adding an eerie finality to the moment.

Bennett would likely carry the unforgettable image of the scene he had just witnessed with him, perhaps in the rest of his life. However, Andrew didn't care.

"First time?" Andrew's voice resonated in the darkness.

Sharon remained silent, yet Andrew's movements became noticeably softer, a stark contrast to the initial fervor. Sharon's recollection of the night focused on her clinging to Andrew's waist throughout the encounter.

Suddenly, a memory flashed through Sharon's mind of a previous party where someone had commented on Andrew's remarkable physique, suggesting that he must be skilled in bed. In that moment, Sharon realized that she now had firsthand experience and a say in the matter.

At 4:30 in the morning.

After plugging in the phone charger, Sharon glanced at her phone and discovered a staggering number of missed calls: 30 in total, all from unfamiliar numbers.

Uninterested in returning the calls, Sharon surmised that they were likely from Bennett, who must have discovered that he was blacklisted and resorted to using different numbers to reach out to her.

The sky beyond the window remained draped in shades of gray. To her realization, she found herself alone in bed, suggesting that Andrew had likely departed earlier.

The previously scattered clothes had been neatly arranged on the sofa, indicating that someone had taken the time to tidy up. Additionally, the air conditioning had been adjusted to the optimal temperature, creating a comfortable atmosphere in the room.