Chapter 1
"Olivia, I can't leave right now. Can you go change the dressing for the patient in room 303? It's easy," the head nurse called out.
"Sure thing," Olivia Smith replied, heading towards room 303.
Olivia's lively and petite figure radiated cheerfulness.
Humming a tune, Olivia entered the room, her mind buzzing with plans for the day. She was eagerly awaiting her part-time job paycheck, which would finally allow her to buy the custom bracelet she had been eyeing for her 20th birthday.
"Hi there, I'm here to change your dressing," Olivia said as she pulled back the curtain. The head nurse had specifically mentioned that the patient in this room didn't like noise, so she needed to be respectful and quick.
When she looked up and saw the patient, she was stunned.
Lying on the bed was a man of striking perfection, with features so refined and noble that he seemed like a masterpiece crafted by the gods.
Olivia realized she had forgotten to breathe. She quickly adjusted her mask and adopted a professional demeanor. "Please cooperate."
The man didn't look at her, simply pulling back the blanket.
In the next moment, he removed his pants.
Olivia instinctively averted her eyes, gasping in shock. What was he doing? Was he trying to be indecent?
"It's not the first time I've had my dressing changed. Why are you so surprised?" the man said, clearly annoyed.
Olivia was taken aback. Glancing sideways, she saw a long bandage running up his muscular thigh, extending to the very top.
Why hadn't the head nurse mentioned this?
Feeling embarrassed, she quickly composed herself before he noticed anything amiss. She forced a smile and explained, "You just took them off so suddenly."
Olivia gestured for him to sit down and began preparing the supplies.
Michael Johnson scrutinized the young nurse in front of him. Her long lashes fluttered as she diligently prepared the medication.
But she seemed to have forgotten something.
"Aren't you supposed to remove the bandage first?" Michael asked slowly, his gaze fixed on Olivia.
Olivia froze, then quickly looked up, a flash of panic crossing her face. She hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry."
She started to remove the bandage, but her eyes kept straying to places they shouldn't. The blanket covered his private area, making it even more tantalizingly hidden.
In her twenty years, Olivia had never even held a man's hand. Now, her hands trembled as she worked on the bandage, so she turned her face away, using her peripheral vision to guide her actions. Her pinky accidentally brushed against Michael's wound.
Michael's brows furrowed. Sensing something was off, he grabbed her hand tightly, his voice menacing, "Who sent you here?"
"The head nurse," Olivia replied, wincing from the pain and trying to pull her hand back.
His expression darkened. With his other hand, he suddenly yanked off her mask, but before he could see her face clearly, Olivia bolted out of the room.
Michael's face grew even more grim. He called his assistant, "Arrange for my discharge immediately."
Olivia, who had instinctively fled, hid in a corner, gasping for breath. Her heart raced with fear. That man was terrifying. Had he seen her face? And what about the dressing change? Would the head nurse hold her accountable? Would it affect her paycheck today?
Olivia's mind raced with worries. She didn't dare face the head nurse, so she made an excuse about feeling unwell and took the rest of the day off. She decided to use some of her savings to buy the bracelet she wanted.
As night fell, Emerald City was bustling with life. In the city's most luxurious bar, "Forget Drunk," Olivia, dressed in a tight corset, skillfully navigated through the lively crowd.
The manager called her over the intercom, "Take two bottles of wine to room 101 on the top floor. Didn't you say you needed to earn more since you lost your other part-time job? The commission on these two bottles is worth two months' salary."
"Got it!" Olivia perked up and grabbed the wine, heading upstairs.
The top floor was usually reserved for the elite, and it was always quiet.
Olivia knocked politely on the door. After a few seconds, it opened.
"Sir, your..." Before she could finish her words, she was yanked inside with great force.
The room was dark and dimly lit, making it impossible to see the man's face. She could only hear his heavy breathing and smell the strong scent of alcohol.
Olivia's heart raced with fear. She tried to push him away, but it only seemed to excite him more.
The man suddenly kissed her, and a familiar yet strange scent filled Olivia's nostrils.
Where had she smelled this before?
In her brief moment of confusion, the man had already wrapped himself around her.
His kissing skills were exceptional, leaving Olivia, completely defenseless. Her spine tingled, and her body went limp.
If it weren't for the man's strong arms holding her waist, she would have collapsed to the floor.
"Wait, where are you touching?" Olivia tensed up as the man's fingers found their way between her thighs. She struggled, "Let go of me. You're not in your right mind. I'll call for a server."
The man's body temperature was alarmingly high. He restrained her struggling hands, pressing one of his legs between hers, his voice hoarse, "Isn't this what you wanted? I'm very skilled."
His raspy voice was like a devil's whisper, tempting Olivia.
As his kisses overwhelmed her again, her mind seemed to heat up and become muddled.
The man's rough fingers entered her, impatiently stretching her, while his lips roamed over her body, his prominent nose brushing against her collarbone and nipples, making them harden.
At the same time, Olivia felt a strange pleasure from the intrusion, losing control both above and below. When she tried to push his head away, his fingers went deeper; when she tried to stop his hands, his lips persistently teased her breasts.
"I rarely have this much patience with women. You're an exception," the man said, withdrawing his fingers and revealing a slick wetness, accompanied by his low chuckle. "It seems you like it a lot."
Olivia's mind was foggy. She mumbled, "Is it over?"
He said, "It's just beginning."
Those words snapped Olivia back to reality.
She quickly tried to get up. "My manager is calling me. I..."
A highly seductive moan escaped her lips.
Olivia covered her mouth, unable to believe the sound came from her. She was completely unprepared for his sudden entry!
His member seemed even larger.
The man groaned, holding back his climax, and sighed, "This game of hard to get is quite effective. I'll make sure to satisfy you."
He lifted his hips and thrust down forcefully, hitting her cervix.
Olivia climaxed instantly, her thighs clamping tightly around his waist, trembling uncontrollably as a wave of intense pleasure surged through her brain.
A flood of wetness coated the man's member, making him gasp with pleasure. He ground against her cervix, his voice hoarse, "Save some energy. We have the whole night."
When he said the whole night, he meant it.
At 5 AM, Olivia woke up parched. She reached for a water glass as usual but touched a broad chest instead.
Confused, she felt around, then suddenly woke up in a panic. She grabbed a couple of clothes and her phone, fleeing the scene.
At 6 AM, Michael groggily woke up, feeling a subtle pain in his thigh. He looked at the empty bed and the mess around him, his expression terrifying. He called his assistant, "Find out who she is."
A moment later, the assistant reported, "She covered half her face, so it's hard to tell. But she did go to a pharmacy."
Michael frowned and asked, "For what?"
The assistant replied, "She bought HIV prevention medication."
Michael was momentarily stunned, then let out a cold laugh, "Good. Search every inch of this city and find her!"
He hung up, his other hand touching something hard. He picked it up and saw it was a well-crafted bracelet.
His grip tightened. That woman better hope he never finds her!