Chapter 46 Who Was the First One?

After snuffing out the flame with her fingers, Alice opened the window to clear the air and avoid getting affected by the aphrodisiac.

She then grabbed her phone and hacked into the hotel’s surveillance system, erasing any footage of her and Clara, making sure it was gone for good.

With that done, she headed to the bathroom door. "Uncle Henry, it's Alice. You okay in there?"

She could hear Henry's pained groans and the sound of water splashing.

Alice pictured him soaking in cold water in the tub.

She knocked again. "Uncle Henry, it's Alice. Can you open the door?"

"Get out! Stay away from me!"

Alice knew he was hurting, so she calmly said, "Uncle Henry, it's me, Alice."

Suddenly, the door flew open, and Henry yanked her inside, gripping her arm tightly.

He pressed her against the wall, burying his face in her shoulder, inhaling her faint pear scent. "You are Alice."

"Yeah, it's me, Uncle Henry."

"How did you get in?"

"The door wasn't locked right. I knocked Clara out and tossed her out." Alice pressed her hands against his chest. "I know you're in pain. I can help you."

Henry's eyes locked onto hers, his hot breath on her cheek. "Can you?"

"Yeah, I have something in my bag..."

Before she could finish, Henry kissed her hard.

His strong hand held her back, pulling her tight against him, while the other hand cradled her head.

Alice's lips were soft, like cotton candy, and Henry was like a kid who couldn't get enough.

She struggled to breathe, pushing against his chest. But the more she resisted, the more excited Henry got. He almost tore her clothes off.

She tilted her head back, tears forming in her eyes. "Uncle Henry."

Henry snapped back to reality, their foreheads touching.

"Uncle Henry."

"Do you not want to?" Henry's deep voice sent shivers through Alice. She wanted him, but not like this, since he might deny it later.

"Do you know who I am?" Alice asked.

Henry's Adam's apple bobbed. "I know, Alice, sweet Alice."

Alice looked at him, surprised. "Say it again?"

"Sweet Alice." Henry's nose brushed against her face. "Are you mad I didn't agree with you before?"

"Yes."

Henry's lips grazed hers. "Don't be mad, I'll make it up to you, okay?"

Alice trembled. "Uncle Henry, do you like me?"

"I like you." Henry said, kissing her again, his tongue exploring her mouth.

Henry's cold water bath made Alice shiver, but heat surged through her too.

Caught between ice and fire, Alice lost herself.

Feeling a chill, she was lifted by Henry, her legs wrapping around his waist, her back pressed against the wall.

The bathroom lights were off, but Alice could feel Henry's gaze.

The tingling was almost too much. "Uncle Henry, don't..."

Before she could finish, Henry carried her to the bed.

He stripped off his wet shirt, leaning down, his hands on either side of her head. "I'll take care of you."

Silver moonlight streamed in, Alice's hair spread out on the white sheets, making her look irresistible.

Henry's eyes burned with desire, as if he wanted to melt her beneath him.

Alice wrapped her arms around his neck, lifting her head to kiss him.

Henry kissed her deeply, his hand slipping into her collar.

Alice had this kind of magic that kept pulling him in.

His eyes were glued to her delicate collarbone and her slender, soft waist.

By midnight, Alice was sprawled on the big, soft bed, a thin white blanket draped over her waist. Her exposed back, arms, and legs were covered in red kiss marks.

She was deep asleep, vaguely hearing Henry's low voice in her ear, "Baby, who did you give your first time to?"

Meanwhile, a security guard found Clara. Her flushed face was a clear sign something was off.

He stepped closer and patted her face. "Miss, are you okay?"

Clara snapped out of her daze, saw the guard, and gave a seductive smile. She grabbed his collar. "Sir, hold me, quick."

Clara was pretty attractive. After a quick glance at the surveillance camera in the corner, the guard picked her up and carried her to a storage room after exiting the elevator.

They had a quick, passionate encounter in the storage room.

But the guard wasn't very strong. He finished in less than two minutes, leaving Clara frustrated and cursing him as useless.

Angry, the guard beat her up, then took out his phone to snap indecent photos and videos before leaving.

Clara passed out again and woke up in the morning.

She felt pain all over, especially her hair, like it had been yanked hard. She hated the guard but didn't dare retaliate.

As she got dressed, she thought about what happened last night.

Something was off! She should've been in Henry's room, right?

She remembered someone knocking her out. Who was that?

Damn it!

She didn't manage to sleep with Henry last night. Would he kill her?

She was so scared she started trembling.

And what about that bitch Alice? Did she get raped by the guy Clara found?

Clara was confused. She needed to find Oliver and tell him Alice drugged her with an aphrodisiac, but she locked herself up to stay pure for him.

She gritted her teeth, made up her mind, and went to find Oliver.

Standing in front of Oliver's door, she knocked, but there was no response.

After a while, the door opened. A man with a towel around his waist, water dripping from his body, and a cigarette in his mouth stood there.

"Good morning, Miss."

Clara checked the room number again. It was definitely Oliver's room.

This was the guy she found to rape Alice. How was he in Oliver's room?

She pushed him aside and ran in. Seeing the scene inside, her face went pale.

Oliver was lying on the bed, still sleeping. His body was covered in red marks, the sheets were a mess, and there were bloodstains indicating a wild night.

Clara asked the man, "Where's that bitch Alice? Were the three of you together last night?"

The man laughed, "It was just the two of us last night."

Clara was shocked. "You and him?"

"Isn't it obvious? It was especially enjoyable!" He slowly untied the towel, dressing in front of Clara without a care.

Clara's mind exploded. What was going on?

She shook Oliver hard to wake him up.

Oliver woke up feeling sore all over, especially in a certain area.

Seeing the man in the room and looking around, he immediately understood what had happened.

Oliver jumped out of bed and threw a punch at the man.

The man dodged easily. Oliver missed and fell to his knees, utterly disoriented.

Oliver roared with bloodshot eyes, "Fuck, what did you do to me?"

Putting on his shirt and fastening his belt, the man clicked his tongue, "Baby, I'm very satisfied with you. We can become long-term good friends."

Oliver roared, "Where's the woman in the red dress from last night?"

"She was taken away by a woman." He then looked at Clara. "Thanks so much for providing me with such a remarkable encounter."