My One-Sided Love

3. What is your name?

The woman sank back into the couch, releasing a weary sigh. Awakening in the same opulent presidential suite earlier that morning, she couldn't recall what transpired the previous night or who had accompanied her.

A stack of money sat on the desk next to the bed, and the absence of the man hinted at his departure. She paid no mind to his identity and left, clutching the bundle of cash.

The luxurious room confirmed that she had slept with a wealthy man from the city. Yet, as she found herself back here tonight, uncertainty clouded her thoughts. She lifted her gaze, fixating on the man's back as he removed his coat.

Could he be the one who brought her here last night?

San Lu hung his coat on the stand, loosened his tie, and made his way to the bar counter, paying no attention to the woman. She stumbled after him, her mind in a haze. He poured himself a glass of whiskey and downed it swiftly. Observing his cold demeanor and aloof actions, she blinked her eyes in surprise.

There was no trace of lust in his gaze; he hadn't even spared a glance at her enticing figure. With a sigh, she shifted her focus to the bottle of whiskey, hoping that consuming it would help her forget the impending encounter they were likely to have later that night. He poured her a glass, and she settled into a chair, her eyes fixed on his angular face. It appeared as though he was lost in thought, his countenance cold and devoid of emotion.

After a few sips, gathering courage in his silence, she ventured to speak, even though he hadn't looked her way or engaged in conversation.

"Did you bring me here yesterday?" she asked, her voice hoarse.

San Lu met her gaze with his deep eyes, recognizing the telltale signs of her drunken state. He nodded and took another swig of whiskey. A sad smile tugged at her lips as she downed her own glass of liquor, placing it on the counter.

"You paid a generous amount. Thank you," she murmured, but he remained unresponsive, not uttering a word. She pressed on, determined to engage him further. "You didn't ask my name.

"What is your name?" he asked, pouring himself another glass of alcohol.

"You can call me whatever you like. Women like me don't have names," she retorted, a sarcastic smile playing on her lips as she rose from the chair.

San Lu's gaze lingered on her exposed, delicate back. Her form-fitting, backless dress exuded seduction. He sighed and lit a cigarette, watching as Mona Daly turned back, fixating her eyes on the handsome man who showed little interest in her enticing physique. She found him intriguing and distinct—no other man in the world would resist such an opportunity when faced with a woman as alluring and provocative as her. She approached him, wrapping her arms around his neck. His arm remained suspended mid-air as he stared into her intense, unique eyes.

"Why don't you touch me?" she asked, her voice laden with desire. San Lu discarded his cigarette in the ashtray and enclosed his arms around her curvaceous waist.

Mona Daly peered at his pale neck, her hands deftly unbuttoning his crisp white shirt, her eyes never leaving his profound gaze. She uncovered his chest and pressed her red lips against it, slowly trailing her way up before meeting his eyes with a melancholic smile.

"Let's have s*x," she urged, her voice thick with longing, her hands moving to undo the clasp of her dress from her neck.

The iridescent green gown hung precariously, ready to slip off her chest. However, instead of succumbing to desire, San Lu's unwavering gaze remained locked with hers. His hands reached out and secured the clasp of her dress around her neck.

Confusion clouded her expression as she met his eyes. Even through the veil of tears welling in her eyes, she discerned a mixture of passion and depth. It felt familiar, as if she had encountered those eyes before. A flicker of recognition flashed through her mind, reminding her of the previous night when she lay on the bed and he stared at her with the same intensity, emanating that same passion and depth.

She did not remember his face but she could not forget those eyes. He tightened his grip and carried the woman by her waist and brought her to the bed while looking into her eyes. He put her on the bed gently and sat at the edge of the bed while looking at her passionately.

The room had a normal temperature but their hearts were highly on fire. He swallowed and placed his head on her chest then closed his eyes tightly.

The next day…

Exiting the N Hotel, San Lu buttoned his coat before his steps came to a sudden halt. He turned back, his gaze fixated on a familiar figure. Johnny Lu, clad in a red jacket and black pants, stood conversing with a young man by the stairwell. San Lu's eyes narrowed as he observed the young man clutching a small parcel in his hand. Without hesitation, San Lu swiftly approached, intending to snatch the parcel away. However, upon noticing San Lu's presence, Johnny Lu trembled slightly. He seized the parcel from the young man, exchanged some money, and hastily made his escape. San Lu refrained from pursuing his younger, wayward brother and instead turned away, exiting the hotel, he called his assistant.

"Good morning, President," Assistant Harry greeted San Lu.

"I explicitly instructed you to keep an eye on Johnny. Yet, he continues to associate with those scoundrels," San Lu's tone conveyed his displeasure.

"I’ll report to you.”

"Damn it," San Lu muttered before abruptly ending the call, his determination propelling him towards the Lu mansion with an aggressive fervor.

…

In the villa, San Lu was halted by Mrs. Peng's voice echoing behind him. He turned around, his gaze piercing and cold as it met hers.

"You haven't returned home last night either. What is going on?" Mrs. Peng asked.

"The more you take care of me, the better you should take care of your son. He needs it more," San Lu replied icily. Mrs. Peng approached him, a sarcastic smile playing on her lips.

"He is suffering because of you. Don't forget that, San Lu," she retorted.

San Lu snorted dismissively, his hands sliding into his pockets as he looked at her with a frigid gaze.

"I’m the cause of his suffering, and he is the cause of mine. It's a mind game," he stated, his words dripping with a bitter truth.

Mrs. Peng's anger flared, her teeth gritted in frustration. However, before she could retort, her attention was drawn to her husband approaching them. She put on a pretense of a smile, addressing.

"Matthew, you must take care of your health. We all know how hardworking you are, but you need peaceful sleep at home."

San Lu snorted derisively, his sarcasm evident.

"You are not qualified to call me Matthew. That name is reserved for those who love me," he declared, turning his back on them without acknowledging his father, who stood silently, hearing his son's harsh words.

…

Lily Black meticulously painted her nails in the privacy of her hotel room, preparing herself for an upcoming party. However, her tranquility was abruptly interrupted by persistent and impatient knocking at the door. Irritation welled up within her as the knocking persisted, disrupting her concentration. With an exasperated sigh, she reluctantly set aside her nail polish and made her way to the door.

Upon opening it, Lily was taken aback as Johnny Lu barged into the room, forcefully shutting the door behind him. Before she could react, his grip tightened around her, and he began planting desperate kisses on her slender neck.

"Johnny... Johnny, what are you doing? Let me go," she implored.

"Baby... I'm thirsty," he murmured, heedless of her pleas, as he pressed her against the wall, his frenzied assault on her neck persisting.

Growing increasingly desperate, Lily continued her futile attempts to reason with him. She raised her voice, attempting to break through to him.

"Johnny, please, snap out of it! Look at me!"

Finally, he ceased his actions, his heavy breaths filling the room. Lily took a moment to catch her own breath, holding Johnny's face in her hands, searching his bloodshot and weary eyes.

"Did you drink?" she asked.

Johnny shook his head, his gaze lingering on her ample bosom, his hands reaching instinctively to touch them. Ignoring her question, his actions became more erratic, and he resumed kissing her chest with an unsettling intensity.

Fear and helplessness washed over Lily as she futilely attempted to push him away, her hands gripping his shoulders.

"Johnny, just let go!" she pleaded, mustering all her strength to extricate herself from his grasp. Eventually, she succeeded, leaving Johnny to face the aftermath of his actions. His heavy eyes met hers briefly before he clutched his head and let out a panicked scream, retreating and panting heavily as he fixated his gaze on the ground.

Overwhelmed by the situation, Lily's panic escalated as she chastised him from behind, her voice laden with both worry and the urgency of their predicament.

"What's wrong with you? Why did you come here? Don't you realize this is my private hotel room? What if someone finds you here?" she exclaimed.

“What?” He shouted back, his eyes red and heavy. She shuddered.

“What if someone will find about us? You are afraid of being caught with me just because you are going to marry my elder brother?”

“Just shut up, Johnny.”

“You shut up.” He shouted at her. He was out of control due to drug effects. Lily Black shuddered and stepped back while holding her chest.