The Incredible GoldMaster

“What the hell is happening, how did I end up here, and why the hell am I naked?”

Sophia pondered in thought, her heart thudding, and when she shifted her gaze, she saw a man lying just beside the bed with her. This made her heart jolt in fear and disbelief.

She quickly put on her clothes and tried to relax her panicked self. And just by staring at the stranger sleeping soundly on the bed, she felt like placing a knife on his throat and splitting it into two.

Infuriated, Sophia slapped the man on the cheek really hard, making him jolt awake with a confused darting eyes.

“What in the bloody fuck? What’s the slap for?” the man asked with a knitted brow, holding his cheek in pain.

Without wasting any time, Sophia’s voice pointed in, her tone rough and harsh.

“Who the hell are you? And how the hell did I end up here?”

Sophia demanded, her eyes darkening as she felt intense anger surging into her.

“Wait a minute, did you forget? You came kneeling on your knees yesterday, begging me for sex.”

The man squinted his brow with a reply, still holding his cheek.

Henry, the man who was being slapped on the face, was begged by Sophia last night to have sex with her, and in his calm heart, he decided to render it without hesitation even though he hadn't seen her face before.

And just then, Sophia’s mind drifted backward as she remembered that she was drugged last night.

When Sophia realized this, she felt embarrassed.

“Do you remember now?” Henry asked, his gaze fixed on Sophia, and a frown evident.

Sophia was unable to talk. She stood frozen without giving a reply.

“How much will I pay you to keep your mouth shut about everything that happened last night?”

Sophia demanded, her tone deep and cold.

“Pay?”

Henry scoffed.

“There’s nothing to pay here. Why not have another one-night stand with me? Then I will pay you instead.”

Henry offered with a smirk.

Henry’s replies got Sophia angrier, so much that she felt like ripping his face off, disdain clouding her mind.

“Do you know who I am? I can make you vanish from this existence with just a phone call.”

Sophia threatened.

“And yet you beg me for sex.”

Henry scoffed, squinting his brow in a taunting manner, a sneer escaping his lips.

Sophia’s face got super red, as if it was going to explode.

Sophia knew she couldn’t argue further with Henry. In fact, she was at risk. Henry could hurt her. She had never known him before and didn’t have even a single idea of who he was.

“What can I do that will make you keep this a secret?”

Sophia demanded after gasping, her tone low and calm.

“I want you to serve me one more time. That’s my requirement in order to keep this as a secret.”

And once more, listening to Henry’s replies, Sophia, who was trying to subdue her anger, burst into rage.

“Are you insane? Do you want to die? I have given you the opportunity to leave here alive with an offer to pay you money in return, and yet you are asking for a stupid, impossible request. Are you trying to blackmail me?”

Sophia barked angrily.

“You told me to tell you what I would want for the secret to be sealed, right? Then that’s it. That’s my reply.”

Henry insisted, a smirk escaping his lips.

“I will kill you,” Sophia muttered, her fist clenched.

Henry stood from the bed he was lying on, and his broad chest displayed and his six-pack showcasing, making Sophia gulp as she slightly took a few steps backward.

Sophia was scared, seeing how huge Henry was.

Henry walked closer to Sophia, and she was frozen, unable to move any further.

He pushed his hands and grabbed Sophia by the waist, then pulled her into his arms, his stare deep into hers.

“You don’t blab your mouth carelessly; besides, you were the one who asked for it.”

Henry sneered, his face not far from Sophia's.

Sophia felt insecure; then she began panicking, pain surging into her chest, and she could feel her breath depleting as if she was having a blockage on her heart similar to a cardiac attack, her heart beating faster than usual, and her breath gradually seizing.

Henry, noticing this, pushed Sophia onto the bed and tore off her shirt, opening it completely, and Sophia mistook his action for him having sex with her again in her vulnerable moments. His hands were placed on her chest, as if he was running a check.

“Let me go.”

Sophia struggled, her voice low, unable to breathe smoothly.

“Are you trying to rape me, you bastard?”

Sophia mumbled below her breath as she began losing air in her lungs.

Henry kneaded Sophia’s chest a couple of times, and just then, Sophia exhaled in relief. It was then she realized she could breathe softly after what Henry had done.

Sophia was baffled. She had once had a problem similar to what had just happened to her, and she was rushed to the hospital, put on oxygen for days. And then this man she didn’t know just did it like magic by just placing his hands on her chest, and all of a sudden, made the impossible in seconds possible.

Sophia, now relaxed breathing softly, asked, “How were you able to know that I was having a heart seizure? Only a professional doctor could do what you just did.”

“Who are you?”

Sophia demanded curiously.

Henry chuckled, looking at Sophia, before responding.

“I’m a medical student who never graduated. And besides, if you want to know more about my identity, then let’s have another one-night stand as we previously did. I want to feel those soft lips of yours again.”