One Night Stand With That Beggar

I Missed You Like Crazy

"What?"

President Horace's grin grew wider. "It's nothing. We're all here for fun anyway. It's just a little pick-me-up." He reached out and grabbed Eudora George's hand.

Eudora stumbled behind as she pulled her hand away. "Don't touch me."

"You'd already come all the way here. Let's have some fun while we're at it." President Horace stood up from his seat and slowly walked towards her.

"Didn't you want to discuss business with me? Don't worry I'll definitely sign this contract. But before that, let's have some fun shall we!" he grabbed Eudora and pinned her down on the sofa.

His strength was overpowering her as Eudora struggled helplessly under his grasp. How could she even fight him, especially someone as big as him.

"You beautiful thing, I missed you like crazy."

"You can't do this!" Eudora struggled desperately. "You're breaking the law! I'll sue you."

"Sue me?" President Horace laughed darkly, "We're here to discuss business. Besides, we are both consensual adults. In what way would it be illegal?"

He pulled Eudora's collar roughly.

President Horace glanced at the woman's exposed pale skin, his breaths turning heavy. He couldn't resist his growing inner desire as he stared at the attractive woman in front of him. His hand slowly slithered to Eudora's chest.

In a swift motion, Eudora raised her hand and scratched the man's face. President Horace stumbled backwards as he wiped away the blood from the fresh wounds on his face, leaving space between them. Eudora took the opportunity to run out from the room.

There were no one else in the corridor of the hotel.

Behind her, President Horace had already run out from the room and was gaining on her. He yelled at her in anger, "B*tch, I will make you suffer when I catch you!"

Eudora noticed one of the doors to a private room in the corridor had been left ajar. She quickly pushed the door open and jumped into the room.

"Help! Please call the police for me! Someone is chasing after me." Eudora pleaded.

"It's you? What happened?"

Eudora was stunned for a moment before she turned around to look.

The voice belonged to a man. He was looking at her up and down with interest, a small smile evident on his face. She was sure she had never seen this man before.

But there was another man behind him and her memory was still fresh. It was Amos Granger, the man who asked her to be his woman a month ago.

She did not expect that she'd meet him again, at least not under these messy circumstances. After all the last time they met, she had warned him off once and for all.

President Horace suddenly caught up behind her. He muttered darkly, "How dare you run away! I want to see where else you can run to!"

No matter how strong Eudora was, this situation left her trembling in fear. She wasn't expecting Amos to help her, so when she noticed the windows were opened, she instinctively ran across the room.

Harley Louis stopped her. "Are you crazy? This is the fifth floor!"

She might be crazy, but she would rather die than get caught by President Horace. Especially now that Amos had seen her in her most desperate times.

President Horace entered the room and was about to grab Eudora when he was suddenly stopped by Harley.

"Franco Horace! What on earth are you doing? Don't you know we're in public? Do you want to go to the police station?"

"Oh, it's Officer Louis! I didn't know you're here too!" Franco grinned at him politely, his eyes darting around the room he just entered.

"Ah, President Granger is here, too. It's my great honor today."

Amos didn't utter a single word. From the moment Eudora came in until now, he just sat there nonchalantly with his legs crossed, as if all that was happening were none of his business. It was only when Eudora's eyes met his that she felt he was secretly mocking her.

She acted so proudly the last time they met, but reality had just given her a tight slap!

"Stop talking nonsense!" Harvey interrupted Franco's insincere speech . "Explain to me, what is going on?"

Franco Horace replied with a straight face, his eyes not showing any kind of remorse whatsoever. "What do you mean? Isn't it obvious it's all business? I chased after her because she tried to run away after taking my money..."

Eudora George subconsciously denied. "No..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Amos Granger suddenly clicked his tongue.

"It seems that your discussion with President Horace is not going very well. Maybe you should consider calling it off now." Amos stared at Eudora, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Eudora's face turned pale as she recalled what Amos had said to her before. She felt a wave of sadness in her heart. "We made an appointment to discuss about business, but he was the one who didn't honor his part of the deal first. On what grounds are you believing his words of slander? Just because you are Rosaville City's most successful businessman doesn't mean you should insult me this way, don't you think?"

Amos was stunned. He narrowed his eyes at the struggling woman. She may be helpless, but she was still a feisty little lady.

Franco quickly explained. "President Granger, please don't listen to her nonsense. She's just a measly woman. There's no point talking to her. What do you say if we sit down and have a chat if you're free?"

"I'm not in the mood!" Amos replied impatiently. The man was a nuisance to him.

Franco, however, was unwilling to give up. "Shall we talk when you're in the mood then?"

"Get lost!" Amos suddenly yelled.

Eudora's snide remarks earlier made his blood boil. At the corner of his eyes, he glared at the woman who was hiding behind Harley Louis. Somehow she managed to stir up different kind of emotions in him every time they met.

They were passionate the first time they met, followed by her indifference and distance in the mansion. And today he got to see how desperate and helpless she was.

Her exposed shoulder and trembling body, together with her disheveled long hair reminded him of the first time they met - how she cried so helplessly next to him.

"Franco, are you still not leaving? Do you need me to escort you?" Harley warned the plump man when he noticed Amos' darkening expression.

Franco smiled and nodded. "No no, there's no need for that. I'm leaving right this instant."

After the door was shut, Harley turned to look at Eudora, "Are you alright?"

Eudora shook her head, still shivering from the traumatic experience earlier.

Harley said again, "Franco is a cunning man. He might still be waiting for you outside. We were just leaving. Would you like to leave with us?"

Eudora slowly nodded her head, but stopped when she saw Amos staring at her. She suddenly shook her again violently. "It's okay! I can handle it!"

As she was about to leave, her legs gave way. The drug in her spiked drink started to take effect again. She suddenly felt like her body was on fire.

Harley reached out his hand to support her. "Are you really alright?"

Amos grimaced. For some reason, the exchange in front of him fueled the bubbling anger in his chest.

He walked over and pushed Harley away from the woman. He muttered darkly, "With your identity you shouldn't get too close to dubious strangers. Especially when you're not aware with the person's history and background. There are people out there who have no self-control and self-respect."

Harley's brows twitched. "So you're saying you have them?"

Amos shot Harley a glare, his eyes warning him to keep his mouth shut.

Eudora's consciousness began to waver. She clearly knew that she had to be wary of the man in front of her, but his familiar and intoxicating scent was so captivating that she subconsciously leaned towards him. It was as if she needed his body to quench her hunger.

Amos's eyes darkened upon realising what Franco had done. "That prick!"

He glanced at Harley, "You leave first!"

Before Harley could utter another word, Amos carried Eudora up the stairs.