Drowing In Mr. Scott's Love

Chapter 1 Did I Hook Up with You?

In the presidential suite of the Oriental Hotel in Great City, the crystal lights shone particularly bright.

On the wide and soft double bed, the man was breathing heavily. His face was slightly red, and his

stout chest was rising and falling violently at this moment...

Abby Miller stood barefoot by the bed, trying her best to pull down her tight skirt, feeling extremely

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It was her 21st birthday. In former years, at this time, she would celebrate with the director and her

friends in the orphanage.

But this year was different from the past. The area where the orphanage was located was forcibly

demolished by the largest real estate developer in Great City, the YS Group. The director of the

orphanage was so worried about the future of the orphans that she almost didn't had eaten. The

orphanage, which used to be full of vitality, was shrouded by the atmosphere of parting.

The orphanage was Abby Miller's home. The director and those orphans were her family members.

When she thought that her family would scatter all over the country in the future, she felt particularly

upset.

Therefore, after much hesitation and thinking, Abby Miller finally made up her mind to come here.

The man was already drunk. His beautiful brow furrowed tightly, his eyes were closed, and his

eyelashes were trembling from time to time. He didn't seem to be sleeping very well. Every breath was

mixed with the strong smell of alcohol, heavy and strong.

However, his facial features were extremely perfect, just like a masterpiece. Every part of his features

was exquisite and amazing.

This is the first time that Abby Miller has seen such a handsome man since she was young.

However, at this moment, she wasn't in the mood to appreciate it. She only felt extremely anxious.

It was said that this man had great power, and could dominate the whole Great City. It was said that he

was cold and heartless, and his business skills were cruel and frightening.

Abby Miller didn't dare imagine what would happen to her when the man woke up tomorrow morning

and found that he had been set up.

Would he take revenge on her or drive her out?

With such an extremely uneasy mood, Abby Miller gritted her teeth, boldly took off her clothes, and lay

down beside the man...

It was a quiet night when the storm was coming.

The next day, Abby Miller was lifted from the bed.

His rude action shocked her so much that she widened her eyes. Then, without any warning, her eyes

crashed into his deep black eyes.

It was a pair of extremely cold eyes. They were as deep as a pool and as sharp as a leopard, emitting

a suffocating momentum.

The man just stared straight at her. His sexy lips were a little cold.

Abby Miller seemed to be in an ice cellar, looking frightened and uneasy.

"Who asked you to come?"

The man finally spoke in a low and cold voice.

Abby Miller shuddered violently and her tongue seemed to be tied. She said in a trembling voice, "No...

no one."

"What's your purpose of approaching me?"

Throwing her onto the bed, the man looked her naked body up and down with a frown.

Abby Miller hurriedly covered her body with the coverlet. She blushed and bit her lip, not daring to

make a sound.

Seeing this, the man could not help but frown even harder, "Did I hook up with you last night?"

Abby Miller hesitated for a few seconds before nodding her head in a low voice, "Yes."

The man's expression became a little stiff, and his eyes narrowed threateningly, "How did it happen?"

He rarely got drunk. Even if it was necessary for social activities, he was still very self-disciplined about

affairs between men and women. There was no reason for him to sleep with a woman, but he had no

impression at all.

How... How did that happen?

It seemed that Abby Miller didn't expect him to ask such a question, and she couldn't answer for a

while.

How could she know how it happened?

Last night, he was drunk and unconscious. Nothing had happened at all, and she had no experience.

How could she answer such a question?

In case of revealing a flaw, Abby Miller tried her best to search for some of the scenarios she saw on

TV. She said something that made her face blush, "You... you were drunk last night and hugged and

kissed me in a daze, and... and then it happened."

"So, there's still foreplay?"

When the man heard this, he raised his thick eyebrows, "Then tell me, how long did the foreplay take?"