You Are My Mr Wright

Early morning.

Harrit Smith's eyes moved slightly. The first thing she felt when she woke up was pain all over her body.

She lowered her head. She was naked, and even her underwear was missing.

She looked around the room. It seemed that she was alone in the room.

And the blood on the sheets, as well as the clothes scattered on the ground, fully showed what had happened last night...

What was going on?

How could she lose her virginity after being a bridesmaid?

She breathed quickly and suddenly sat up from the bed with a layer of cold sweat on her back. She quickly touched the phone on the nightstand and called her bestie Lavinia George.

"You were so drunk last night. So I had to take you to Suite 8802. Senya prepared the room in advance. What's wrong?"

"Is there anyone else in the room except me?"

"Anyone else? You're the only one in the room. I still have something to do now. Talk back."

Her hand, which was holding the phone, slowly dropped. Harrit Smith closed her eyes and felt confusion in her head.

"Get the clothes ready and send them to Suite 8804." A deep voice came from the bathroom.

Was there anyone else in the room?

She was shocked. Harrit Smith looked up and saw a man leaning against the door frame of the bathroom, his white bathrobe wrapped around his sturdy body.

Her eyes were now wide open and she looked at him in shock. "Why are you here?"

"Wasn't he the best man at the wedding yesterday?"

Didn't Lavinia George say that she was the only one in the room? So why was he here, too?

is good enough to be an actor, maybe

door frame of the bathroom and gave an

frowned. "What

sneaked into the room while I was drunk. I

and her face turned stern. "Are you sure you

down on the sofa, crossed his legs,

thing last night, it is only logical that you should be rewarded. Tell

"You're seriously ill!"

Smith cough a few times. She reached out to hold

looked at her, indifference written across his face.

what she wanted to

the bed, dialed a

your room number is

8802?

face changed and

made a mistake. Now, Harrit Smith was so much at ease, she regained her confidence.

a series of

in her heart, her tone became

too quickly before everything is figured out? I'm the victim, not you, and don't you owe me an apology for

as a knife and he carried the unique sexiness of

she had to prove her innocence and defend her dignity. If he didn't apologize, she

was still deep in her thoughts when

"Sorry."

"Ah?"

Before Harrit Smith could react, she looked at

raised his chin slightly and rubbed his forehead with his fingertips. "Sorry, I drank too much last night. I went to the wrong room."

ready to argue with him, but he had already apologized. If she continued to make a fuss,

a reasonable person, and

she didn't want to make a scene. After all, it was

was an irreversible fact that she lost her first time. At this time, she only wanted to leave the