Hot! It was so hot.

Molly was lying on a deluxe queen bed and helplessly tearing her collar. With her fair skin exposed to the air, she still felt burning inside. It couldn't eliminate the heat in her body. The bright crystal lamp above her head exuded a charming light. She was already dizzy and unable to think. Suddenly, with the click of the door, the room became dark.

There was a power outage— “F**k!” Patric, the prince, who had just finished showering, cursed in a low spell. His whole body was tight and warily swept the room enveloped in darkness.

“Why is the power going out at this hour?” he wondered.

“It’s so hot here. I want it. Give it to me…”

Right at this moment, a faint voice came from the top of the room. Patric was astonished. How could there be another person's voice in his room? And that sounded like a woman?

In the dark, with the light through the window, Patric vaguely saw a petite and exquisite figure lying on the bed in the center of the room. He slowly approached the bedside at alert.

However, Molly, lying on the bed, felt someone getting close and subconsciously grabbed him.

After gaining the conditioned reflex from long-term training, Patric could instantly tell that the one on the bed was harmless to him.

Molly felt her body so hot that it was about to explode. The physical contact of those two brought her a sense of coolness and made her comfortable. Therefore, she couldn’t help but chase after the coolness and got her body closer to it. She even rubbed against Patric's body unconsciously and gave a satisfied sigh.

Patric's breath became heavy because of the behaviors of the woman in front of him.

“Who are you? Why are you in my room?”

Molly reached out to touch the man’s eight-pack stomach at will and flirted in a dubious tone, “Well, nice body. It won't be boring then.”

After that, Molly entangled him with her body and asked for fun.

“Serve me tonight.”

In the dark, Patric smiled pleasantly again, “My pleasure, pretty lady.”

Patric pressed this girl on the bed. He raised his hands to fondle the body in front of him, exquisite and flawless. The extraordinarily smooth touch made him unwilling to let it go like magic, so he unconsciously increased his strength.

At the same time, he couldn't help lowering his head and leaving those love bites on that fair skin.

“Hmmm, so good. Go down a little bit.” The comfortable kisses made Molly usher a relieving sigh.

“I'll make you more comfortable.” Patric snorted but subconsciously lessened the force in his hand.

Molly felt the joy and became more initiative to wrap him, mumbling, “I want it. Give it to me…”

On the king-size bed, the two figures tangled together and became one.

Molly responded to his movements in a daze. She felt herself like a boat in the storm, only to go up and down with the wave.

But there seemed to be fireworks blooming in her mind, colorful and gorgeous.

Not knowing how long had passed, the radiance faded away and the heat vanished with it. She gradually gained back her consciousness.

With satisfaction, she got close and kissed that man. Charming words came out of her flaming lips. “You are not bad. I enjoy the ride.”

The man growled and seemed to be turned on again. The man pressed her down and said with his low and hoarse voice, “If you ever flirt with me again, you will have no sleep tonight.”

Molly, with her erotic eyes, looked at that man. “I dare you.”

The man quit being gentle and rushed inside her again.

“Uh!” Realizing what happened, Molly made a sweet sound of breath.

The fiery entanglement on the bed restarted, and it wasn't over until dawn.

Molly opened her eyes at ease, and in her eyes was the good-shaped body of the man holding her tightly. She smiled and touched the face of the man who was sound asleep. “Thanks for giving me a good memory last night.”

Molly moved away from the man's hand on her waist, got out of his hug, and put on her clothes last night.

She zipped her dress and looked back. The man still drowned in his dream, and there was a gentle smile on his face.

“Goodbye, Mr. For One Night.”

Running out of the hotel in one breath, Molly just saw a guest getting out of the taxi, and she took advantage of the opportunity to get into the car, "The Sea Block. Please, could you drive faster?"

"Are you all right, petite girl? Shall I take you to the police station?" The driver couldn't help but have some lousy association according to her messy look.

"I am good, thanks." Molly hurriedly shook her head and smiled reluctantly. At the same time, she raised her head and bit her lower lip deeply to force herself not to cry. She has had sex, and she even doesn't know who the man is. She only knew that as she was coming out of the room, she found out that it was a presidential suite.

The driver kept silent after her refusal. After a while, they arrived at The Sea Block. Hearing the driver's voice, Molly just started to look up and gave the driver the money. She left the car in a hurry without waiting for the changes given by the driver. At this time, it was already early in the morning. Molly was happy to find that half of the community was in darkness. Fortunately, her messy look was not seen by others. It was out of her expectation when she saw her sister Reese sitting awake on the sofa. The floodgate of memory was opened in an instant.

"Molly, I have found a part-time in SL hotel for you. SL, you know, is the only six-star hotel in our city." She happily followed her sister to the hotel, and then at the front door of the hotel, Reese handed her a drink.

"Molly, are you thirsty? Here you are." Although Molly was not thirsty at that time, this was after all the sister's kindness, so Molly took a sip. After that, her memory appeared vaguely. She only slightly remembered that her sister seemed to take her to the front desk to take a room card. Later, Reese pushed her into the room, closed the door, and left. Then Molly was surrounded by the man in that room.

Staring at the woman sloppily resting on the sofa, Molly's umbrage seized her. She then slapped Reese heavily in the cheek--

"You did it, you drugged me, didn't you?" questioned Molly, "Why did you do this, you are my sister, and you managed to hurt me?"

"Are you crazy? What are you talking about? Who's hurt you?" Reese rolled her eyes and sneered, "I think you deserve the HURT if anything. Look at you, come home in the morning? People like you behaving like a slut deserve insults. Where did you go?" Reese covered her hit cheek and retorted.

"It was you who gave me the drink and made me dazed without consciousness." Molly was angrily shaking. She never expected that her sister could be so shameless for hurting her and beating her up.

But Reese was of no shame and guilt, and said "Do you have any evidence to prove that the drink I gave you had the ecstasy? Just go to the police! But there was no evidence, and you were just framing up. It was my kindness to introduce a part-time job to you. You shouldn't blame me." Maybe Reese threw the drug bottle away or dismantled, and even the police could not find it. Molly thought. Besides, she knew that Molly dared not to call the police.

"You'll be reed with it," Molly said, and the only thing she could do was to run back to her room and blindfold herself in a pillow to cry out loud. As soon as Molly left, Reese's proud face immediately showed up. She took out her cell phone and dialed a number. As soon as the call got answered, she hurried out, "Hey, bro Joe, it's done. When are you going to transfer money to my account?" Reese knew it had succeeded. She got the answer by observing Molly's incomplete shirt and hidden red marks around her neck. She met bro Joe when she went to the bar. And someone had told her that bro Joe is a pimp who introduces young virgins to those rich guys. Every single girl can be sold at least a million dollars. Suddenly, she thought of her sister--Molly and took the initiative to contact bro Joe and sell her sister to him. Molly was easy to be fooled by Reese. Now, she was so excited that she was about to have a million dollars.

However, there came a burst of head-covering scolding, "**** you, and it didn't succeed, I shouldn't believe you-- such tumultuous girl. Did you know that Mr. Lee had been waiting for the girl all night in room 201? You are so bold that you dare to leave Mr. Lee alone."

"What! The? No way, I don't have the gut to leave Mr. Lee alone." Reese replied, and suddenly she realized that she had made a mistake about the room number. It was 2201. She went to 2201 last night! At that time, she wondered, since this guest could afford SL hotel's presidential suite on the top floor, why did he still need Joe to send him women. However, she did not think too far at that time but only thought it was a unique hobby of lavish guests.

"Sure it was 201? You've ruined everything. Just wait for your punishment!" threatened the man on the phone. Holding up her cell phone, Reese extremely regretted her carelessness. Now well, the money was gone. Reese could not help but maliciously think the person who slept with Molly last night was, perhaps, a 70-year-old perverted older man. Only Molly's being more hapless could make Reese feel better.

In the presidential suite, there came a phone call.

Patric opened his eyes and woke up. The residual warmth in his arms had disappeared.

That damn woman had sex with him and then ran away?

Taking him as a free sex worker? Unreasonable!

Patric got up and made a phone call, and the hotel manager went up immediately.

"Why was there a power cut last night? This has never happened before at my hotels." SL Hotel was one of the overseas industries of the country's royal family, the Patric's family. At the beginning of the twentieth century, C Country formally implemented the constitutional monarchy following the example of Britain, Japan, and other countries. Members of the royal family still lived in the Norman Palace but were no longer involved in politics. They enjoyed good social status and were respected and loved by C the Country's people. And they put the country's oil resources under their control. The king was a half C Country's people and a half H Country's people, so he took Patric, a typical H country's surname, as his surname. After giving out political power, the Patric royal family gained a firm foothold in the economic field by their vast amounts of oil resources. By the twenty-first century, they had developed an enormous business empire. SL Hotel was just a tiny part of their properties. As the only six-star hotel in the whole S city, SL was well equipped. The sixth floor was equipped with three spare generators. Even if the entire town were in a power failure, SL Hotel would not be affected.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, it's all my fault." The hotel manager's face twisted bitterly. The power supply to this presidential suite on the top floor was separated from that to other rooms. There were routine examinations on all facilities every week, and no problem had been spotted. Who knew that there should be something wrong rightly when Patric lived here? Moreover, only the presidential suite suffered a power failure, so that they were unable to be aware of it in the first place. The hotel manager knew Patric Well and dared not to make any excuse and just apologized constantly.

"There will be no similar accident anymore" Patric's face remained livid.

"Bring me the woman in my room tonight right away." "Yes, I promise." the hotel manager bowed and scraped, wiping away his sweat on the forehead quietly. He knew the Prince would let it go and found no trouble for him. However, what the Prince cared about was not the power cut.

"A Woman?" The hotel manager was puzzled. He didn't take a woman to Patric's room tonight.

Patric narrowed his eyes, "You have no idea of this woman?"

The hotel manager shook his head immediately and heavily. The Prince was so angry, and it seemed that he was going to eat someone.

Then who was she?

Patric sneered, "Check the footage of CCTVs outside the room now! "Damn it, and the electricity failed rightly at that time.

He should know nothing about that women's appearance, age, and name.

"Woman, you'd better hide well and not let me find you, otherwise---" Patric wore a severe look.

The hotel manager took quick action and brought the footage very soon. It showed that a woman handed a seemingly fainted woman to Patric's room around 8 pm. Not for a while, the sober woman left. However, the sober woman seemed to avoid the surveillance camera deliberately as her long hair covered her face. And the unconscious woman's head was kept down so that the camera could not capture her face. For the following three hours and more, no one appeared in that area. It wasn't until about 11:30 pm that the door was opened again, and a panicked figure ran out of the room. Unfortunately, the camera only took a picture of an unclear side face. The hotel manager even checked the footage of CCTV in elevators, the lobby, and other places, but none of them captured her face.

Seeing the Prince's increasingly livid face, the hotel manager sweated again. All of a sudden, he came up with an idea.

"Your Majesty, how about posting the screenshot on the internet and newspaper to find her," the manager said with his eyes shining and increasing excitement, "As long as this person remains alive, there will always be someone knowing her. With a high reward, there must be someone who will send us messages about her."

"Set a million dollars of reward and find her," Patric coldly looked at the hotel manager, "If you mess it up again, you know the consequence."

The little wild cat, you cannot escape from me.