Chapter 3

Jason might come off as cold, but he's still got principles. He hadn’t planned on taking advantage of anyone, but the way Denise was dressed—and the fact that she was all over him—he was still a guy at the end of the day. A wild, out-of-line thought popped into his head. Without thinking, he lifted Denise onto the bed, unbuttoned his shirt, and tossed it aside. Under the soft light, he noticed for the first time—this woman was actually quite the looker. Her face was full of youth, and her figure... let’s just say it didn’t leave much to the imagination. Every inch of her seemed to scream temptation. As his eyes landed on her tempting lips, he instinctively leaned in, ready to kiss her. But just as quickly, his sharp mind pulled him back. He shoved her off with a grunt, got up, dug a camera out of the drawer, set it at the perfect angle facing the bed, and hit record. “When you wake up tomorrow, don’t go blaming me. You climbed into my bed all on your own,” Jason smirked wickedly at the woman sprawled on his bed before diving back in. In the glowing night lights of Seaville, what happened on that bed was anything but calm. The next morning. Denise groggily opened her eyes, her whole body sore. How long had she been out? Was she going to be late for class? What was this hard thing next to her? She looked down... and saw a shirtless man lying beside her. “AHHHH!!” her scream pierced the air of the presidential suite. Jason groaned awake from the noise, and when he saw who it was, he frowned, clearly annoyed. “What are you screaming for this early? You’re gonna wake the entire city.” “Who... who the hell are you? Why are you here?!” Denise stared at him in disbelief. “You’re asking me? This is my suite, and you stormed in begging me to sleep with you last night. Don’t make it sound like I forced anything.” Denise’s brain short-circuited. She couldn’t process any of it. Wrapping herself in the blanket, she stared at him in shock. “What are you covering up for? I already saw and touched everything,” Jason shrugged, the corner of his mouth quirked up, clearly finding the situation amusing. “You pervert! I’m calling the cops—I’m reporting you for assault!” she shouted. Jason simply chuckled, “Go ahead. I’ve got plenty of evidence to back me up.” He got up casually, wearing only boxers, his toned abs and strong build on full display. He grabbed the camera’s card, plugged it into the TV, and hit play. In an instant, the screen lit up with intimate scenes, along with some very unmistakable sounds. Denise was just about to cuss him out as a lunatic, but then she suddenly froze— That woman on the screen... was her. No way. That couldn’t be. She couldn’t have done something that shameless. And then it all started coming back. She remembered being drugged—she’d escaped that creep Mr. Donovan’s room and, by accident, ended up in this man’s room. She hadn’t escaped after all. She just swapped one man for another. Her fists clenched tight. All the resentment she’d buried—toward Arthur, Vivian—came bubbling up. Then her eyes landed on Jason again. Honestly... he was good-looking. Tall, defined face, sharp features, and—okay, fine—a killer six-pack. Compared to Mr. Donovan’s greasy, aging fifty-something self... well, maybe this wasn’t such a bad deal after all. “So, what now? Wanna take this video to court and sue me or what?” Jason raised an eyebrow at her with a teasing grin.