A Contract Marriage After a ONS novel Chapter 1

As Summer Hart slowly opened her eyes in the morning, the first sensation she felt was sore all over her body.

She lowered her head instinctively and was astounded to find that she was naked. Even her most intimate things were gone.

Looking around the hotel room, she found she was alone in the room; or so it seemed.

The bright red stain on the bedsheet and clothes of a man and a woman strewn on the floor told her what might have happened last night.

'What's going on?'

She had attended her friend's wedding as a bridesmaid last night. How did she end up losing her virginity here?

Her heart was pounding. She sat up from the bed at once, feeling cold sweat trickling down her back. She quickly reached over to the bedside table for her mobile phone and made a call to Grace Livingston, her bestie.

"You were completely hammered last night. So I brought you into Room 8802 that Sherman pre-

booked. What's wrong?" "Who else is in the room besides me?"

"Who else? You are the only one. I am busy right now. Talk to ya later."

Summer slowly lowered her hand that held the phone and closed her eyes. She found that her mind was in a muddle, and a low rumble was drowning her thoughts.

"Get my clothes ready and send them to Room 8804." A low voice came from the bathroom.

'There is someone else in the room?'

Startled, Summer looked over and saw a guy with an athletic body, wrapped in a white bathrobe, leaning against the bathroom's doorjamb.

She was wide-eyed, staring at him in shock. "What are you doing here?"

Was he not the best man at the wedding yesterday?

Grace just told her she was the only person in the room. So why was a guy here?

"Hmm..." Mark Valentine looked at her appalled face with a sneer. "You should have been an actress, considering how impressive your acting is."

"What do you mean?" Her brows furrowed.

Mark squinted and looked at her up and down. His expression turned icy, and his voice went up an octave as he spoke. "First, you tried to get my attention and then got into my room while I was

drunk. I have got to say that you have pulled a perfect plan."

Summer fought back her anger, her expression bitter." Are you sure you are not delusional? Go see a doctor."

His expression became icier, with an added insidious look in his eyes. He lit a cigarette and sat down on a sofa with his legs crossed.

"I believe in rewarding efforts. Since you did your part last night, you will get your reward. Just tell me what you want."

"Jerk!"

A plume of smoke wafting over, choking her nostrils and causing her to cough. She pulled the quilt to cover her body. “What is your room number?"

Mark squinted and shifted his body to get a more comfortable posture. There was no emotion on his face. "8804."

What did she want? He was a little curious.

Summer did not look at him. She found the reception number and made a call with the speakerphone turned on. She asked nervously, "May I know what my room number is, please?"

There was a while of silence on the other end. Apparently, the receptionist taking the call was dumbfounded. It was only after a while that a sweet female voice came through. "Your room number is 8802, miss."

8802? Mark’s heart skipped a beat, his body stiffening. But it was only for a fleeting moment. No one had noticed it.

"D*mn Charlie!" He cursed in his mind.

Summer was still unsure of who was at fault at first. But now, things were apparent.

"How are you going to explain this, Mr. Valentine? Superb acting, perfect plan, and efforts and rewardshow ridiculous!"