You Are The Trouble I'm In

Chapter 3 Help Me To My Room

It had to be said that this was a very beautiful woman. Earlier, when they were still in the dimly lit room, she was so frivolous. Now she looked like a sleepy, naive little girl as she stretched out onto the mattress.

Carefully looking at her, Jacob was rather impressed that she wasn't wearing much makeup nor did she have any sort of strong perfume on her.

As a wine connoisseur, Jacob's sense of smell was rather sensitive. It was easy for him to tell the different kinds of notes and flavors a wine had just by its smell.

But the cost of his talent was that he couldn't stand the heavy scents people were fond of putting all over themselves. Many women would add an extra spritz of perfume before approaching him, and it just drove him away even more.

The woman in front of him, on the other hand, only had a slight fragrance coming off her skin that was both natural and pleasant.

"Why are you standing there?" Armani mumbled as she opened her eyes and tried to sit up.

"I'm just thinking about what should I do next," Jacob stated.

"What the hell is going on? Why is this idiot even here? Are good-looking people nowadays just plain brainless?"

'Idiot?' The man narrowed his eyes and looked at the drunk woman in front of him. She had no idea what kind of man she had provoked. No one had dared to call him such a thing in his whole life.

It was an unusual situation for Jacob to face at the moment, and an incalculable look flashed in his eyes.

"Do you even know how to do it?" Noticing that Jacob didn't speak or move, Armani grabbed his collar impatiently and pulled him over.

With his handsome face so close to hers, Armani was left in awe. Then, she started to have some doubts whether or not she should continue with what she was doing. At that moment, she suddenly remembered the photo of Ben and Jessie making out in a hotel elevator. The anger in her heart surged up again in an instant.

Since Ben had betrayed her, she had nothing to lose at this point. Gritting her teeth, she bent over and kissed Jacob's lips.

It was so astounding for Jacob for such a beautiful woman to be so straightforward and initiate the kiss.

Her breath smelled faintly of the wine she had been drinking. As she pressed her lips against his, tears started to form in her eyes, making them look larger and more doll-like.

There was no way to explain the feeling of a broken heart.

"Why? Why did this have to happen to me?" Armani began to mutter. All of a sudden, Jacob felt a pain on his lips and instantly pulled back. 'Did she just...bite me?'

Armani suddenly raised her hand weakly and hit him on his chest. Shocked, Jacob held her in his arms to make her stop.

Seeing her like this, Jacob felt as helpless as he did when he was young and his mother was killed.

Squinting his eyes, Jacob raised his hand and gently wiped off Armani's tears. "If you're doing this for revenge, you have to stand up for yourself," he whispered in her ear.

"What?" Armani asked in a daze.

"I'm sure you'll understand soon enough." Then Jacob kissed her on the lips.

After a long sleep, Armani woke up with a splitting headache.

She stretched herself sleepily and tried to recall what happened last night. Suddenly, she opened her eyes wide and immediately sat up from the bed. She saw a man sleeping with his back to her. His body was covered with a thin blanket. Faint love bites were scattered across his shoulders.

'Did I...do that?' Armani slightly moved her body and felt a bit sore on some areas of her body. Blinking her eyes in surprise, she did not expect that she would do something so bold.

However, there was no regret in her heart as she had conscientiously chosen to do this.

After all, she was an adult, and she was responsible for all her own actions. Besides, it was just a one night stand.

After changing back into her dress from last night, she saw that there were also some love marks on her shoulders. Looking around, she saw the man's suit jacket at the foot of the bed and decided to wear it for herself. Although she didn't know what kind of jacket it was, she could tell from the feel of the fabric that it was very high quality.

Then, Armani took out a stack of cash from her bag and put it on the table as payment for his services and a little extra more for the jacket she had taken from him.

The moment the door was closed, the man who was sleeping suddenly opened his eyes. His long and narrow eyes were bright and wide awake.

Immediately, he stood up from the bed, wanting to see what the woman was up to.

As the young master of the MS Group, he had seen all kinds of tricks. If this woman knew his identity and deliberately tried to get into bed with him with a hidden agenda, he would not show mercy.

However, he did not expect to see a stack of money lying on the table. Seeing this, his face turned livid with anger.

This was more unacceptable than being tricked.

Last night, he thought that it was a rather interesting encounter. The woman's fairly innocent demeanor was enough to distract him a little even now.

It did not occur to him that she would in fact treat him like a man who got paid for having sex. The money on the table was nothing but a pure insult to him.

At this time, someone knocked on the door.

Jacob quickly went over to open the door. A man in a sharp suit and leather shoes stood outside. When he saw Jacob's face, he raised an eyebrow at him.

"I heard some people talk about it last night. But I never really expected that you would actually sleep with someone!" The young man in front of Jacob burst into laughter. "So how was it? Do you think the girls here are better than those you have back at home?"

Before Jacob even got to QM City, he had a habit of calling it a worthless place. In order to prove him wrong, this man had deliberately arranged for a few women to come and entertain Jacob. He didn't expect that Jacob would actually take the bait. However, he didn't know that Jacob didn't actually sleep with any of the women he had called for.

"I need you to find out who that woman is," Jacob said flatly.

He wanted to see what kind of woman was so bold to think that he was a prostitute.

Wearing the suit jacket, Armani rushed out and immediately drove her car home.

A fairly elderly woman opened the door for her. "Where have you been? You didn't come back last night," the woman asked worriedly.

After Armani's mother's death, Aunt May was the one who had been taking care of her. Although Aunt May worked in the household as a servant, Armani never really treated or saw her as such. For her, Aunt May was like her own elder.

Seeing that she was so worried about her, Armani smiled and held her hand. "Aunt May, I'm fine. I just went out with my friends."

"Lady Edith and Miss Jessie haven't got up yet," Aunt May whispered.

Armani nodded. It was a good thing that they were still asleep since it would definitely raise some questions if they saw her wearing a man's coat. Going up to her room, she took a nice long shower and rest.

As she stood in front of the bathroom mirror, Armani looked at herself, recalling the steamy night she had.

She patted her face with cold water and pointed at herself in the mirror. "Armani, you should be rational. It was just a one time thing so you can vent out all your emotions."