He moved quickly, pinning me against the wall, his face inches from mine. "You should have thought about the consequences," he whispered before leaning in and kissing me.
He carried me in bridal style, swiping his card on the hotel suite door. With blurred vision, I admired the room; it was so luxurious. He laid me on the bed, ripping off my dress and pulling off his clothes, exposing his famed abs and packs.
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★ Clara pov
I tossed and turned on the bed, the rays of sunlight reflecting in my eyes. I wanted to sleep more; it had been a while since I had slept this comfortably.
I was busy trying to raise my small company in Europe when a thought suddenly flashed through my mind.
I jolted awake, bright light hitting my eyes. Next to me, a handsome stranger was reading a newspaper.
Confused, I tried to remember how I got here, but nothing came to mind. Suddenly, I realized I was naked! "Ahhh!" I screamed.
"Wh..o.. are y…?" I stammered, but my throat was dry.
Then, the door burst open!
Before I could finish, a crowd of media rushed in, cameras flashing.
"Miss Clara, is it true you had a night with a man?"
"Miss Clara, why did you return to New York?"
"Miss Clara, are you trying to seduce a billionaire?"
"Miss Clara, is it true you came here to seduce the most powerful billionaire for money?"
"Miss Clara, why are you in his bed?"
Questions were fired to me,I was overwhelmed. I was still in a daze and I couldn't remember a thing.
"Mr. Damon..."
"Dare to ask me a question," he interjected, and I felt the intensity of his gaze pierce through them. The room fell silent.
"Mr. Damon, it's you!" a reporter exclaimed, recognizing him.
“You dare to ruin our family reputation just a single day after you returned! If this is what you have been doing in Europe why then did you return? How dare you! You don't deserve to own a company. With your irresponsible behavior.” my step mother exclaimed as she entered the room. I had just known she had something to do with this.
“During your night with my father, who called you irresponsible, why can’t I have a night with my fiancé?”
The confusion on the media's faces was evident as shame washed over Priscilla like cold water splashed on her.
“What? That's a lie!”
“Why would I lie about my fiancé?” I could see the confusion on her face as she stammered,
“But you just returned!”
“And what makes you think I can’t date from a distance?” I challenged her.