The open-air swimming pool shimmered under the night sky, casting a dazzling array of lights and shadows into the room.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, two figures intertwined.

The man leaned against the sofa; his face strikingly handsome as if it were intricately carved. His demeanor was cool, except for his pitch-black eyes which were intense, suppressing his emotions.

The voluptuous woman in a bikini was incessantly alluring to him. Though her attempts were clumsy, but still, they were effective.

Conrad Madison pinched her chin and pushed her away slightly, forcing her to look into his eyes. His voice was deep and husky, "Say your name."

With a hint of drunken annoyance, she answered, "Shayla... Britney..."

"I am Conrad," he said, controlling his restless head, insisting consistently.

Sultry Shayla, cocking her head, was single-mindedly bent on devouring the delectable 'treat' in front of him.

A little creature, oblivious to the danger.

"What is my name?" he asked between clenched teeth, his voice restrained yet firm. Seeing the corner of her eyes cloud over with tears, he softened his tone, "If you get it right, I'll give it to you."

She couldn't answer and hummed irritably through her nose.

So, he had to repeat it again.

"…Conrad… Madison…," Shayla followed, looking at his lips. Her eyes shimmered like she was aggrieved as she obediently repeated.

No sooner had the words left her lips than her world spun.

"Remember who I am." He commanded.

His tone was domineering and straightforward, and the woman beneath him shrank back, whimpering.

The roles were swapped, and the control had shifted.

The night was deep.

By the time she woke up, it was midnight. The sound of running water from the bathroom startled Shayla, who instantly sat up from her prone position.

The luxurious but unfamiliar room was filled with a muddled, chaotic aura.

She felt as though her entire body had been trampled by an army. Following this, various lascivious images flooded her mind like a tidal wave.

Shayla pressed her palm against her temple, her head splitting with pain.

Awakening from her drunken stupor, she remembered what she had done.

She was in Miami, the capital of the richest city in the United states. She had taken a part-time job as a translator, accompanying her client there.

Having just graduated from a prestigious art academy in New York, she had been accepted into the top art academy the world—The Florence Academy of Fine Arts. She had come to the bustling city of Wash

She had come to the bustling city of Miami in July to earn her tuition fees.

Yet, on her first night of arrival, she received screenshots of her boyfriend, Brooke's hookup chat history and intimate photos.

The sender was his college classmate and good friend who she regarded as mutual friend, the senior from the Academy of Fine Arts - Jackie Queen.

The object of Brooke Haynes hookup and his sex partner was her.

Quite a dramatic turn of events indeed.

The story of a silent admirer who at last sees his dreams come true. Just as Shayla is about to study abroad, a confession unfolds. The cause being Brooke's unwillingness to break up, causing Jackie to wish for her to take the initiative and step away.

To hell with them both.

She replied with just five words: "Trash, it's all yours."

What followed was a bombardment of desperate calls and messages from Brooke, which she found disgusting and promptly blocked him.

She'd known Brooke for four years. He was her senior at school, a young man who had been attentive and persistent ever since Shayla started her freshman year.

He was a well-known prodigy at the school, with a wealthy businessman for a father, and a strong, successful mother who was a senior manager at a central enterprise. He himself was filled with talent and good looks.

Shayla's parents died in a car accident seven years ago.

She had lived with an uncle for half a year during her freshman year, but she couldn't get used to it and began living on campus.

As such, she had not felt the care and consideration that people gave her for a very long time. So, by her junior year, she had given in to Brooke's relentless pursuit.

He was incredibly good to her, he spoiled and cared for her, he protected her fragile and sensitive self-esteem, and never let her feel the disparity between their material conditions.

He even got a job as a designer after graduation and became a nine-to-five worker.

The scene where he excitedly laid out their promising future was still vivid to her.

"From now on, I need to work hard and make money because I have to provide for my star."

"Taking care of my star is not easy. She may seem like a delicate flower, but she's so sophisticated... Okay, okay, you're not sophisticated, it's just that I want to spoil you."

"Star, will you marry me after graduation?"

At that time, she had already harbored the idea of studying abroad.

Later, when Brooke found out that she had received an offer from Edinburgh University, they had their first argument. He said that he had been waiting for two years, no other man could tolerate as he did.

Two years were already his limit; he would not be able to wait another two years no matter what.

So this was his reasoning for cheating?

Because Jackie was willing to sleep with him but did he refused?

Shayla la's swollen lips curled into a particularly scornful smile.

You could say it was self-abandonment or revenge, tonight, Shayla decided to let loose deliberately.

While getting out of bed to find her clothes, her legs softened and she almost fell over, the throbbing pain in certain areas reminded her of the push-and-pull between resistance and pleasure she had experienced throughout the night.

That intense experience had made her sweat profusely, accelerating her alcohol metabolism.

In her mind, a face devoid of emotion but with burning eyes appeared.

She has been determined to remember his name, forcing her to repeat over and over again - Conrad.

He seemed to enjoy staring at her, not missing any of her slightest reactions or expressions, causing her to suffer enjoyably -

Shayla felt a numbness in her thighs, she hastily picked up her scattered bikini and hollow-out beach cover-up from the floor and couch and hurriedly put them on, hurriedly escaping her luxury suite.

Moments later, after finishing his bath, Conrad walked out of the bathroom to find an empty bed, pausing mid-step.

His eyes, heavy with satisfaction, narrowed slightly, and the corners of his lips curved into an amused and dangerous smirk.

Shayla -

Pick -

Star.

Eat and run.

Alright.

Pretty bold.