My One-Sided Love

11. First Night in the hotel

With a warm smile, Mona Daly raised her eyes and happily declared, "It is done." She stood up, radiating joy, her eyes sparkling like crystals. San Lu couldn't resist the burning passion within him and tightly held her palm, pulling her closer to him. He allowed her to sit beside him as he leaned against her, causing a flicker of fear to cross her gaze. His increasing intensity was beginning to unsettle her, making her experience a strange sense of unease, as if it were her first time with him. But why? They had already been intimate, so why did it feel different now?

San Lu, realizing the effect he was having on her, pressed his warm palms against her small, white face, swallowing his emotions. He didn't want to treat her as a mere prostitute, nor did he want her to feel obligated to please him. He withdrew his gaze, sighing, and straightened his posture. Meanwhile, Mona Daly straightened her back, lowering her head shyly. This newfound unease and movement within her stirred something deep within her.

San Lu stood up and headed straight to the bathroom to freshen up, leaving Mona Daly to raise her head and watch his retreating figure. To her, he appeared as the most handsome man she had ever seen. He never treated her like a prostitute. Whenever he looked into her eyes or glanced at her, she sensed a profound respect and pride emanating from him. He was a true gentleman who understood how to honor women and their dignity. Despite providing financial compensation, he never let it show, never acting as though he had purchased her for the night.

Mona Daly's gaze fell upon a financial magazine resting on the desk. She hesitantly picked it up, her interest piqued solely because she noticed San Lu's picture gracing the front page. She hadn't been a diligent student and had no intention of actually reading the article. Instead, she found herself fixated on the elegant man adorning the cover. Placing the magazine back on the table, she closed her eyes, reminiscing about her senior. She couldn't recall his exact appearance, but she knew his name was San Lu. A faintly sad smile played upon her thin, pink lips. Yes, she missed him intensely every day, every moment, but now it seemed as though he had completely forgotten about her.

When he had departed for his studies abroad, he had promised to visit her upon his return. But he was a liar. He hadn't made any effort to find her. He had no idea how much she had to share with him. She had so much to complain about, blaming him for the suffering she endured and the dark place she had been forced into.

Just as in their childhood, he used to punish anyone who caused her harm. She wanted him to punish those responsible for the pain she endured and mend the wounds of her heart with his love and warmth.

Lost in the rush of emotions, Mona didn't realize that tears had welled up in the corners of her eyes. When she felt his fingertips caressing her cheeks, she slowly opened her eyes, finding San Lu gazing at her intently.

"Mona..." His voice was filled with tenderness as he held her shoulders, urging her to stand.

With her voice trembling, Mona mustered the courage to speak, "Can you do me a favor?" San Lu nodded slowly, his gaze fixed on her tearful eyes. Mona Daly continued to stare into his passionate gaze, unable to articulate her true desire for him to find her senior. She lowered her tear-filled eyes, sighing as she fought to hold back her tears.

San Lu sensed that she had something important to share, but both of their hearts were burdened with pain and tension. Neither felt capable of consoling the other. He gently pulled her head towards his chest, allowing her to cling tightly to him. His embrace was firm and secure, his breath warm against her neck. Mona closed her eyes, finding solace in his presence, feeling safe and sheltered.

"Mona..." His voice was hoarse and heavy with emotion, conveying his unspoken understanding.

…

Lily Black glanced at the screen of her mobile phone, the darkness of the night deepening with each passing moment. There was still no sign of his arrival. She cast her gaze upon the elaborately adorned and scented bed, reminiscing about the words Mrs. Peng had spoken to her regarding their first night together. She refused to lose face in front of the old lady, but her grip on the situation was slipping away. He was late tonight.

A distant sound of a car horn caught her attention, and she rushed to the balcony, hoping it was him. But her anticipation turned to unease when she saw a drunken Johnny Lu stumbling out of the car. The housekeeper and driver assisted him in walking inside the mansion. Lily couldn't help but sneer sarcastically before making her way back to the bedroom, her slim waist swaying.

She had ensnared Johnny Lu with her false love, envisioning herself as the future ruler of the family. However, she realized now that this clumsy and intoxicated man was incapable of standing on his own two feet. Could he truly make her a queen? He and his mother had survived on the scraps provided by the Lu Corporation themselves. So, she severed her concerns with Johnny Lu and set her sights on San Lu, the true powerhouse of the Lu Family. Everything rested in his hands. Her aim was true, but today she was beginning to comprehend the magnitude of controlling someone as strong-willed as San Lu. He was a stubborn and astute businessman who answered only to himself. To have a chance at seducing such an imposing figure, she knew she would need to work tirelessly.

…

The air-conditioned bedroom maintained a comfortable temperature as the two bodies clung to each other, locked in a seemingly motionless embrace. San Lu's hand slid from the back of Mona Daly's head down to her back, his nose nuzzling against her neck, intoxicated by her alluring and delicious scent. Overwhelmed by desire, his senses ceased to function as his lips brushed against the soft skin of her slender, ivory neck. She bit her lip and tightened her grip on him, lost in a haze of pleasure.

In an instant, San Lu's kisses intensified, drawing her deeper into their passionate exchange. Mona Daly made no resistance or reaction befitting her profession. Neither of them was under the influence of alcohol; they were both fully aware, yet utterly captivated. San Lu's hand caressed the back of her head, undoing the tie that held her hair in place. His hands roamed her back, their kisses growing more fervent. It was as if he savored every inch of her mouth, while she yearned for more and more.

Mona Daly couldn't bring herself to open her eyes as San Lu guided her to the table, their lips still locked in a passionate embrace. He seated her on the table, their kisses growing in intensity. The fiery passion continued unabated as San Lu untied the waist belt of his black bathrobe, his hands resting on her thighs. She wrapped her long legs around his slender waist, and he effortlessly carried her to the bed. As he gently placed her down, their desire unquenched, he removed her nightgown. Leaning in, he entered her, eliciting a sweet, painful hiss from Mona Daly, who clung tightly to his neck, enduring the exquisite pleasure. Her legs remained wrapped around his waist as he moved with a combination of gentleness and passion. Even in the cool room, their bodies burned with desire, their skins glistening with sweat. The harmonious symphony of her gasps and his expert movements consumed them both.

Meanwhile, the persistent vibration of San Lu's mobile phone had gone unnoticed. Lily Black glared at the screen, seething with anger and frustration as he once again failed to answer her call. She clenched the phone tightly in her palm, grinding her teeth in frustration.

San Lu continued to move passionately over Mona Daly's soft body, their intense connection filling the air with an intoxicating blend of wildness and eroticism.

...

The morning unfolded with an enchanting sweetness as he gently opened his eyes, finding her nestled in his warm embrace, soundly asleep. A contented smile played upon her thin, pink lips, revealing her immense pleasure from the previous night. Overwhelmed with tenderness, he sighed softly and pressed a loving kiss to her smooth white forehead, his gaze filled with affection and admiration. She had not behaved like a prostitute; their connection felt genuine and authentic, making this moment truly significant.

After a passionate and exhilarating encounter, their bodies now clung together, their skin sticky with perspiration. Sensing his discomfort, he reluctantly left the bed and made his way to the bathroom.

In the midst of the tranquility, a ringing phone abruptly shattered the stillness, jolting Mona Daly from her slumber. She reached for the phone, settling back against the softness of the bed.

"Hello," her voice emerged hoarse and heavy, a consequence of just waking up.

"Are you alright?" Mac's deep voice resonated on the other end.

"I'm fine," she replied, her words accompanied by a tired yawn.

"You’re sleeping?" His tone was low and resonant.

"Yes, I was," Mona confirmed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. Her body ached from the intensity of their encounter the previous night.

"Okay. Come to the cell. There is a meeting," Mac informed her.

"Fine," Mona acquiesced, her voice tinged with weariness.

"Don't forget to bring money," he added in his low, commanding voice.