My head was throbbing violently when I woke up the next morning. I groped around randomly and hit something soft.
I assumed it was Lorraine and was just about to say something when I heard a playful voice. "Why are you up so early? Are you that eager?"
It was not Lorraine's voice. I instantly sat up and looked at the woman beside me.
"Who let you in here?" I asked.
When she started to inch closer to me, I pushed her away.
"Hey, that hurts," she exclaimed.
Her body seemed to be incredibly flexible. She twisted around and tried to get closer to me again.
I warned her, "I never hit women, but today might be an exception."
There was no way I could have brought this woman here myself, so Fabian must have brought her here.
"Where's Fabian?" I asked.
I looked around. I couldn't even see any trace of Murphy, let alone Fabian.
Thankfully, my clothes were all still on me. I quickly put on my jacket and headed for the door. Just as my hand touched the handle, I heard the woman sobbing behind me.
"You're just going to leave like this? Do you not care about me?" she cried pitifully.
Sadly, I was not interested in women like this at all.
Even from across the room, her overpowering perfume assaulted my senses. It was obvious she had a lot of makeup on as well.
"We just slept on the same bed. How does that make me responsible for you?" I asked.
The woman clearly didn't expect me to reject her so coldly.
Was this a joke? Why should I take responsibility when I didn't do anything?"
Her eyes widened, and her hand trembled. "How could you say that? I... I…"
I walked over and tilted her chin up. "You do look very pretty."
When she heard that, she raised her head proudly. "Of course."
"Unfortunately, you're not my type," I responded.
Her expression changed the moment I said that. I continued, "I might have considered it if you were any other type."
I let go of her and grabbed a nearby tissue to wipe my fingers. "But you? You disgust me."
The woman trembled in rage. "How dare you? How could the head of a company like you say such things?"
I ignored her and planned on looking for Fabian to ask for an explanation.
He and his men were probably used to this kind of thing. In fact, they might even find me odd for rejecting it.
She called out, "Wait! At least pay me."
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