The next day, Aimee woke up. Before she opened her eyes, she first heard the sound of water running.

She felt as if all the bones in her body had fallen apart. The whole body ached.

After running out of Leslie's room yesterday, she remembered running into the arms of a man who was like an iceberg.

She needed the iceberg to put out the fire in her body.

She couldn't remember what he looked like but only that he was rough. And she'd never seen a man so rough.

Aimee's head ached severely. She opened her eyes and looked in the direction of the bathroom.

Within moments, a tall man came out of it.

He had a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was not dried, and the drops of water dripped on his naked upper body. The drops of water on his chest without any fat were so attractive.

She looked at his face again. His expression was cold, and he glanced at her coldly. It was as if he meant that she had been stampeded with his seal and was to be his slave from now on.

The looks of a male god, the body of a male god. He was so handsome that he enchanted her.

The cellphone on the desk rang and he got a text. Bruce walked over to it. The scratches on his back were showed to Aimee.

He walked over to the bed with the cellphone and looked at her condescendingly.

Aimee instinctively tried to retreat, but her hands were tied to the bed by her underwear and she couldn't move.

"Awake?" The man's voice was low and hoarse.

She nodded, feeling very awake.

"Name."

She didn't answer. This was just a one-night stand, and there was no need for them to know that much about each other.

"Home address."

She remained silent.

"Age."

"Eighteen." Aimee lied.

"You are an adult, so you can take responsibility for your own actions."

"Sir," Aimee said carefully, "can you untie me first?"

"Name."

Aimee understood he would untie her if she answered his questions.

"Honey Brown."

She came up with a random name. She'd be an idiot if she told him her real name.

"Name." Bruce didn't believe her unthinking answer.

"Coco Black."

He looked at her distrustfully and didn't ask her any further questions.

She said a dozen names which she thought up randomly in a row. He ignored her completely.

She gave in and told him her real name, "Aimee Bell."

He continued to ask, "Age."

"Twenty-five."

She was afraid that he would think she was lying, so she hastily explained, "It's absolutely true. I look young, and people always think I'm eighteen."

With that Bruce untied the tie that bound her wrists.

Once it was untied, Aimee wrapped a sheet around her naked body.

Then the doorbell rang, and he turned away first.

Aimee picked up her clothes on the floor and shuffled to the bathroom to put on them.

By the time she finished washing up, walked out of the bathroom and was ready to explain the situation to the man who was probably quite rich and powerful, he was no longer in the room.

Tut-tut, when he'd pretended to ask her about her name and address, she'd thought something big was going to happen, such as coming to her house or something. Now the man was gone.

Aimee packed up and left quickly. Before she went home, she went to the pharmacy to buy some pain cream.

She felt very sore and burning. She had to buy some medicine to apply to herself. She felt weird going to the hospital for pain in her private parts.

Bruce returned to the room after attending to an emergency to find that the little woman had escaped.

She had left so thoroughly that not a hair had been left behind.

He dialed a number, "Investigate a woman named Aimee Bell for me. Send her detailed information to my office in an hour."