Never Truly Over Chapter 1
Chapter 1
At that moment, Quinn Lawson suddenly understood what her college friends had meant. They'd said that one could only truly understand the meaning of being carried away after experiencing an intimate relationship. They had spent countless nights in their dormitory talking about their future aspirations and their yearning for a partner.
Back then, Quinn, too, had many expectations for her future boyfriend. But now…
Although the man in the dark beside her was both domineering and gentle, Quinn couldn't help but feel a surge of displeasure. She hadn't given her virginity to her future soulmate; instead, she'd given it to a complete stranger in the most disgraceful way possible.
"Turn the lights on!" the man commanded.
"Yes, sir," Quinn replied, obediently getting up from the bed, but exhaustion caused her to fall back down.
"You're that delicate?" The man chuckled, helping her up and pouring her a glass of hot water. "Rest a bit more. Your throat sounds hoarse," he added.
"Th-Thank you… sir," Quinn stuttered, her embarrassment growing. She wished she could disappear.
"Alright, I won't tease you anymore. Go take a shower. My assistant will settle the fees with you later," the man said.
"Okay…" Quinn grabbed her clothes and rushed to the bathroom, as if escaping. As much as she wanted to run, she couldn't. She was there for the money, desperately needed to pay for her younger brother's hospital bills. She hadn't graduated college, her family was penniless, and she'd had no choice but to ask a friend to introduce her to this man.
He was apparently a big shot, a mysterious figure with considerable status. He was handsome, generous, and gentle in bed. Her friend had said, "Don't think about anything else. Someone like him is completely different from regular people like us. Don't say I didn't warn you; otherwise, you'll only get hurt in the end."
Her friend's advice echoed in her ears, and Quinn heeded it. Therefore, she never overstepped her boundaries, despite sleeping with the man multiple times. He seemed satisfied with her, repeatedly inviting her back. He was always gentle and compassionate. If she hadn't received a large sum of cash afterward, she might have become completely absorbed in their shameful relationship.
It wasn't until three months later…
"Sir…" Quinn called softly, looking at the man's imposing figure.
"Hmm?" he responded, casually putting on his shirt and tie.
"I… next time… I won't do this anymore. I've saved enough for my brother's surgery." Quinn's voice was barely a whisper; her long lashes drooped as she looked down timidly.
Hearing this, the man paused, tying his tie. He pursed his lips.
"Okay," he said clearly. His slender hands reached for his suit jacket. "Take the medicine," he added.
Quinn instinctively glanced at the bedside table. The contraceptive pills were there, as always. She was used to this arrangement; after each encounter, she obediently took the pills without his prompting. He rarely mentioned them. But today, his reminder surprised her.
Upon reflection, however, she felt relieved. He probably assumed they wouldn't meet again and was worried she might secretly conceive his child and seek him out. After all, as a prominent figure, he likely had many women vying for his attention.
Quinn looked up, wanting to assure him she'd take the pills and thank him for his help during her difficult time. But he had already left the bedroom.
Two years later, in a conference room at Xenvale's Luxem Hotel, General Manager Wyatt Thompson nervously tapped his pen. With a serious expression, he asked, "Quinn, have you checked everything in the presidential suite? Is everything in order? The guest arrives at 3:00 p.m."
Quinn nodded. "Everything's in order, but…"
"But what?" Wyatt probed, noticing her hesitation.
"We don't know the guest's identity or information. How will we receive them?" Quinn asked.
Wyatt waved his hand. "No need to receive them. The information we have is limited; the guest has a confidential itinerary. However, this guest is a very important person we can't afford to offend. Everyone must do their best to serve them well. Understand?"
"Got it," the group responded in unison.
"After this meeting, the butler and catering departments will confirm the presidential suite's menu. Ensure the guest's reception is flawless," Wyatt instructed. He was about to dismiss them when someone rushed in anxiously.
Harlan Everett, a concierge, reported breathlessly, "Mr. Thompson, the VIP guest arrived early and is disembarking at the main entrance."