Addicted after marriage - CHAPTER 1:
When she woke up, Luo Shu was already lying on an unfamiliar bed.
Her vision was hazy as she blinked at the strange room around her.
Last night had been a department dinner. She must have had a few drinks too many.
And then…
Her mind cleared all at once. The deep, restrained sound of a
man’s voice still echoed faintly in her ears, dragging her memories back like a haunting melody.
No. She couldn’t think about that. She had to leave. Immediately.
She grabbed the shredded white shirt scattered on the floor.
Torn beyond saving. There was no way she could wear that out.
With trembling hands, she tossed the ruined fabric aside.
At the edge of the bed lay a neatly folded set of clothes a professional outfit,
obviously prepared for her.
He must have left it.
Without hesitation, she slipped it on. It wasn’t her style probably something bought at random.
Glancing in the mirror, she saw her neck looked clean,
but everything below her collarbone was a battlefield.
How considerate, she thought bitterly. The man even had the decency to leave no visible trace,
as if worried someone might find out what had happened.
With a sigh, Luo Shu stepped out of the bathroom.
The suite was enormous, but eerily sterile.
Too private to be a hotel, yet too impersonal to be a home.
She snatched up her bag from the bedside table and opened the door.
It wasn’t a hotel.
A vast living room spread before her and sitting casually
on the sofa was a man she knew all too well.
He wore black loungewear, a laptop balanced on his knees, headphones over his ears.
His long legs stretched lazily across the couch, the picture of effortless dominance.
At the sound of the door, he lifted his gaze calm, deep, and utterly composed.
Her heart nearly stopped.
Yu Zhan.
Her boss.
The man everyone in the company called the abstinent overlord.
So much for abstinent. Last night, he’d been anything but.
She froze, wanting to speak, but he beat her to it.
His voice was low and steady, the kind that could silence a room.
I’m in a meeting.
She swallowed hard, understanding the warning instantly.
He gestured toward the table. Come. Have breakfast.
He pushed a cup of honey water across the table toward her with slender,
elegant fingers the same fingers that had left her trembling last night.
But he didn’t notice that, when he leaned forward,
the red marks scattered across his throat flashed in full view of the laptop camera.
The senior executives on his call got an eyeful of their usually untouchable CEO’s… humanity.
Luo Shu’s cheeks burned. Those marks were her doing.
She hadn’t realized her technique was quite that effective.
God, how she wished this was just a hotel room she’d walk out and never look back.
She sat down stiffly, keeping her eyes lowered, sipping the honey water like a chastised kitten.
The sandwich in front of her was identical to his.
Yu Zhan was famous for his coldness cold demeanor, cold voice, cold soul.
She’d definitely kicked an iron wall this time.
She must have gotten into the wrong car last night.
Fine. But why hadn’t he corrected her? The great Mr. Yu, sleeping with his employee
wasn’t that beneath him?
After fifteen minutes, he closed his laptop and began eating breakfast, unhurried and composed.
Sorry, I didn’t realize it was your first time. I might have been too rough.
His tone didn’t change calm, businesslike, as if discussing a quarterly report.
She choked on her milk, her cheeks flaming again.
It happened, she told herself. It’s over. Forget it.
The family doctor will be here soon. Wait before you go.
Of course. Damage control. He probably thought she’d try to claim his heir.
She finished the milk quietly, unsure how to respond.
He ate quickly, rose to his feet, and adjusted his cuffs.
Stay here. I have to go to the office. Shen Yan will drive you home.
No need, President Yu. I can go myself.
Are you upset because I didn’t perform well enough?
Her breath caught.
What?
Her heart pounded uncontrollably. She had no idea how to answer.
If he weren’t her boss, she would’ve thrown her shoe at that perfectly sculpted face.
Mr. Yu, Doctor Nan is here.
The housekeeper’s voice broke the tension.
He said nothing, only looked at her studying her.
She was beautiful, he thought absently. Fair skin, golden hair that shimmered in the light
a natural-born beauty, half foreign, utterly striking.
Her figure was flawless, the kind of perfection that made other men envious.
Under his gaze, she flushed even deeper.
Come with me.
His voice was low, his sigh barely audible.
She followed obediently. After all, she’d somehow provoked
the most powerful man in the fashion industry.
The room they entered had been the battlefield of last night.
Just looking at the bed made her palms sweat.
But the maids had cleaned everything until it looked untouched.
The female doctor came in, and Yu Zhan stepped out, closing the door behind him.
Luo Shu assumed she’d be handed birth control pills or a shot.
But no the doctor simply examined her and applied ointment.
The humiliation was unbearable. Someone was literally tending to the
evidence of last night’s madness.
At least the medicine helped ease the soreness.
By the time she stepped out, Yu Zhan was gone.
Waiting for her by the car was Shen Yan her colleague,
same age, same school, same hiring batch.
Unlike her, he worked directly under the boss his right-hand man.
Standing beside the car, he grinned like a mischievous child.
Luo Shu wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out.
She climbed into the car and whispered, staring out the window,
I really did get into the wrong car last night, didn’t I?
You did, future Mrs. Yu, Shen Yan teased, eyes twinkling.
I’ve known you for years, but I’ve never seen you drink that much.
You stumbled straight into the boss’s car, hugged him, called him
‘Big White,’ and kissed him like you meant it.
Even the boss froze. You know how he is obsessive about cleanliness.
You tore his shirt apart, buttons flying everywhere.
Her head dropped lower and lower, mortified beyond belief.
He wanted to take you home, but you live alone. He didn’t think it was safe,
so he brought you to his place instead.
Heh. She forced a smile.
So, you and the boss… Shen Yan eyed her knowingly.
He noticed her neck spotless.
Looks like the boss really is a gentleman.
Gentleman? she thought, her lips curling faintly.
A fake gentleman.