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Chapter 3

Emily's POV

What's he doing?

I stayed silent, pretending not to feel Andre's movements. The atmosphere reverted back to stiffness, but it's like Andre couldn't feel it.

He took his hand out of my hair and as if unintentionally moved closer to my neck then touched the skin there.

My anger grew and I wanted to reprimand him for his rudeness. But I had to hold back just thinking that if I angered Andre I might be fired by the manager because of rudeness to the guest. Hence, my hands were only trembling with anger.

Probably because he thought I had no intention of resisting, Andre's movements became more and more excessive. His hand was fully on my neck and was rubbing the skin on my neck and between my ears with his hot palm.

I couldn't hold back any longer and finally spoke up to stop him, "Mr. Vincent, I'm not a pet you keep in your house, and your actions are making me feel uncomfortable!"

I felt regret after I said that, the next second I was afraid that he would be angered by me and go to the manager to complain about me.

But perhaps my words had an effect and he withdrew his hand from my neck. However, before I could fully relax, he placed his hand on my waist again.

I could feel his hand slowly moving in the direction of my thighs. I gritted my teeth and forced myself to ignore the itchy sensation of his palm rubbing against my skin, but Andre took my behavior as a tacit acknowledgement and moved his large hand directly up my thigh, seemingly with the intention of continuing to move up my inner thigh.

Andre's chest was already pressed against my back, his breath spraying on the side of my face, and I felt my face heat up.

I couldn't take it anymore and just pushed Andre away and got up to flee the hall, only to bump into the manager who had just made his rounds to this side.

"Emily, what are you doing? How could you treat Mr. Vincent in such a bad way? He's our distinguished guest!" The manager rudely pulled me into the corner of the back kitchen and reprimanded me loudly.

He said to me, "If you ever behave like that to a guest again, get out of the hotel right now!"

I had no way to contradict him, even though I didn't think I had done anything wrong.

There were waiters looking over curiously, and I knew they all wanted to watch how I made myself a foolish figure. These waitresses, especially the women, had disliked me for a long time, probably out of jealousy. After all, I was the only one of them here who was still in college.

I listened to the whispers of the waitresses, but they suddenly became quiet. I was puzzled by this when I heard Andre's voice.

"Sir, I was the one who told Emily to leave, please don't blame her."

Andre Vincent would actually explain for me after I behaved rudely like that to him? Unbelievable!

The manager stopped reprimanding me after hearing Andre's words. He even gave me a few gentle words of advice not to make any more mistakes and left the kitchen.

This was all because of Andre Vincent's presence.

I felt very aggrieved. After all, if Andre hadn't offended me, I wouldn't have gotten angry and just left rudely. What's even worse was that he was exactly the one who got me reprimanded by the manager, but he appeared like a savior to solve my problem.

How could there be such a hateful person?

I didn't want to say another word to Andre, even though he had just helped me.

I turned around and left to change in the dressing room.

It was still two hours before the normal closing time, and there was no one in the dressing room. Just as I was closing the door to unzip my uniform vest, I realized that Andre was following me.

He had me trapped in the dressing room, and I couldn't escape, so I could only watch as he approached me step by step.

Did he walk without a sound? Why couldn't I notice when he was following me?

"Emily, do you know how much I like you? I've had my heart set on you from the first moment I saw you."

Wait? Did he just say he likes me?

I had only met Andre twice. I had only seen him on the internet before that, and he was the one who didn't even know who I was. But now he's trapped me in the dressing room and told me he likes me?

"Emily, do you know how sexy and attractive you are? Every time I see you I want to make love to you so that you can only ever look at me."

I clung to the closet, leaving some distance between me and Andre. His words were so revealing that I didn't know how to respond to him.

I looked coldly straight into his blue eyes, "I'm sorry, Mr. Vincent, I already have a boyfriend."

Even if I were single, there was no way I could accept a playboy like Andre as my boyfriend.

Andre unfolded a charming smile at me after hearing this.

"Emily, do you think I would care about that stuff?" He didn't seem to care about it, "Here's my name card, you'll use it one day."

Andre said and left the dressing room, seemingly in a good mood, as if he was very confident that I would dump my boyfriend for him to be with him.

I didn't expect him to be so shameless that a girl with a partner couldn't make him give up. Didn't he feel shameful?

I stared at Andre's back as he left, not understanding how anyone in this world could be willing to go and become a third party.

As I left the dressing room, I looked at the name card with Andre's phone number in my hand and threw it in the trash.

I wasn't going to call him!

As time flew by, it was Dylan's birthday and I hadn't seen him in a month.

In that month, I'd been busy with my own stuff. And after our last fight, Dylan just didn't seem to have as much time as we used to spend together, and he hadn't even reached out to me in a month.

Today was his birthday and I asked my manager to take the day off in advance. I was hoping to spend the day with my boyfriend to clear up any misunderstandings between us and have a nice day.

Unfortunately, the weather today was not very good. The sky was overcast, as if it was going to rain at any moment.

I dressed up with a lot of care, putting on pretty makeup and a beautiful dress.

Dylan gave me the key to his house before, so to give him a surprise, I didn't tell him I was going to his house.

I opened the door quietly. The house was quiet, and I heard the deep male gasps coming directly from the bedroom.

There was leftover red wine on the table and the glass had a woman's lipstick mark on it. The floor was dirty and there were used condoms everywhere!

My heart felt like it was freezing. I held my breath and slowly walked to the bedroom door.

The door was open, and I didn't even have to stand directly in front of it to see my boyfriend, Dylan, who was working hard on top of a woman. Dylan's strong shoulders were exposed to the air, and I could even see the full breasts of the woman beneath him!

The woman lying beneath him would occasionally let out a passionate moan before she would be treated more roughly by Dylan. Their clothes and pants fell messily all over the floor. Because their movements were so intense, the room was filled with the sounds they made during sex.

How could this happen? Why was my boyfriend having sex with a woman in this house?

I didn't know how long I stood in the bedroom doorway, but the moment Dylan rolled off the woman I saw clearly the woman's face. That woman turned out to be my half-sister Emma!

The moment Emma saw me, she raised a provocative smile.

"Well, Emily, you're back? Did you like the gift I gave you?"

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