This was the VIP lounge in the bar, and anyone who played here was either the rich or the dignitaries. Joel and his friends were the nobodies, and they did not dare to offend them.

After the vomiting, Cathryn still felt that her stomach was upset, so she immediately was sick again. Fortunately, she did not eat anything the whole night, so the only thing that was coming up was all the red wine.

She vomited on the man's expensive white shirt. His shirt was all red, like the color of blood. It looked as though the man's heart had been stabbed with a knife.

As soon as Joel saw that the situation was not going to turn out well on his behalf, he immediately turned around and ran away without waiting for the man to speak. He left Cathryn with the man. He didn't care, all he knew was that he had to get out there and fast.

Joel hurriedly rushed back into the room where his friends were, and they instantly started to ridicule him. He was gasping for air as he closed the door, Joel leaned against it. He slowly started to adjust his breathing.

Abigail looked at Joel, and immediately she knew something was wrong.

"What's wrong? And where did Cathryn go?"

Everyone strangely looked at him and asked the same thing.

Glancing at the people around him, Joel took over the wine in Abigail's hand and drank it.

"It's so disgusting," he said after moistening his throat. "Before we arrived at the room, Cathryn began to hold a strange man, and she kept vomiting on him, over and over again."

"How could you be such a coward and leave her there? I can't believe that you could do such a thing," said Abigail.

The short man who had coveted Cathryn for the whole night felt very regretful when he heard Joel's words.

"Bah! What? I had no desire to be with someone like that. She kept vomiting, it was disgusting and made me completely lose interest." Joel was very dissatisfied with the short man saying that he was cowardly. He shouted out to all of them, "You would have done the same thing."

Joel precisely understood in his heart that the man who had come out of the VIP room and from the way he was dressed, that he was not an ordinary person. This man was a person whom he did not dare to offend.

A young lady who had been standing by Joel surprised everyone when she spoke out about what she remembered. "Hey! Cassie told me that Jeremy Fox of The Stark Industries booked all the VIP rooms today," she said.

"Did you say The Stark Industries, which controls the high and new technology industry?" Abigail's face suddenly turned pale, and she knew very well that compared with The Stark Industries, they were entirely like tiny ants.

"Yes, Mr. Fox is a regular guest in our bar, and our boss always reserves VIP rooms for him. However, he usually books only one VIP room at a time, but somehow all the VIP rooms were booked by him today," another young lady said.

Hearing these words, not only Joel but also the other people were scared out of their wits. Abigail hurriedly pulled Joel onto the sofa and asked the lady at the door to lock the door.

"He didn't see your face, did he? Did he recognize you?" Abigail asked Joel. It was luck that Joel ran away just in time, and if he had been caught, the consequences would have been severe. She still remembered that the last time someone accidentally bumped into Jeremy, Jeremy immediately hit him in the head with a bottle. However, the man did not dare to resist at all.

"He did not see my face, but Cathryn..." Joel was worried that Cathryn would give them away.

"How can she sell us out when she is so drunk," said Abigail after she calmed down. "No need to worry, I gave her a pill to take, so even if they want to find out the truth, they will just think Cathryn is a prostitute."

****

Cathryn, like spitting bubbles, had been vomiting four or five times in a row, so all the remaining wine in her stomach was gone. The alcohol was paralyzing her nerves. Cathryn burst into tears and grabbed the man who was in front of her, continually questioning him.

"You said that our hidden marriage was for your career, so you asked me to keep our marriage a secret. You said that this year was going to be a new year. You told me you would accompany me to meet my parents. You took it all from! You deceived me!" cried Cathryn.

The more Cathryn thought about it, the more she felt wronged. Finally, she buried her head in the man's arms and burst into tears. Under the anesthesia of alcohol, she didn't even notice that the man was half a head taller than Jordan. She just kept burying her head deeper and deeper in the man's arms and crying.

The cry of the woman echoed in the long corridor, and it was quite an ear-piercing. As the man looked down at the woman who was crying in his arms, he carefully looked at her eyebrows and eyes, and then her eyes slowly got deep.

"Keith, why don't you come in...Well, who is this?" said the man. Keith had been told that he wanted to go out for a breath of fresh air, and Jeremy was in the room waiting for him to return. He wondered what was taking him so long, so Jeremy went to look for him. To his surprise, when he opened the door, he saw a woman crying in his friend's arms. He had noticed that the high-grade custom suit on his friend was in a horrible mess, with the smell of a disgusting alcohol flavor.

Keith did not answer because he did not dare to confirm who she was. He did not want to upset Cathryn anymore than she already was.

"Arrange a room for me," Keith said as he looked up and glanced at Jeremy. His voice sank like an underground canyon.

Jeremy, who looked doubtful at the woman in Keith's arms, heard Keith's words, and his handsome face flushed with all kinds of expressions. Finally, the only thing that remained was the look of shock on his face.

"Gosh! I didn't think that you liked this type of woman? How heavy is your taste, Keith?"

Keith glanced up at Jeremy with his brown eyes visible in the dark light, and his long curly eyelashes flickered. He looked at Jeremy with a fierce look in his eyes.

Seeing that Keith was getting impatient and a little upset with him, Jeremy immediately stopped joking, straightened up, and said, "Guaranteed to satisfy you!"

Jeremy found the owner of the bar and booked the most spacious and romantic room available for Keith.

"What about the others?" Jeremy asked while watching Keith take Cathryn into the room.

They came out to celebrate tonight, but without him, the boss, the party would soon end without any certainty.

"Organize it by yourself and continue to play. They will either play or go home." As Keith spoke, his long white fingers bent as he grabbed a corner of his tie, pulling it open slightly and revealing his exquisite collarbone.

"Okay." Jeremy smiled and glanced at Cathryn in the bed. Then, smiling meaningfully, he said to Keith," You can go to the company late tomorrow, and I'll help you deal with some matters first." Then, without waiting for Keith to reply, Jeremy hurriedly closed the door and ran away with a laugh.

A slight smile from his nose spilled. Keith turned his head to look at Cathryn, who was lying in bed murmuring, and then he stretched out his hand to unbutton his shirt.

Jeremy booked the most exquisite room available for Keith. There was only a big bed and two tea tables in the place mainly because the people who spent the night in the bar had all the other rooms booked up.

The red wine lights overhead were still dim, but at least Keith could clearly see the face of the woman in bed. Unfastening his buttons, Keith took off his shirt.

Keith was six feet and four inches tall. The dim light shone on his naked upper body. The man's figure was perfect, his upper body was perfect, his shoulders were broad and thick, his chest muscles were compact and beautiful, and the outline of his abdominal muscles was clear.

Cathryn was a little restless. She was rolling back and forth on the bed. She was begging for him to get off her, and then she was pleading for him to get back on her. Cathryn was fully showing the complexity of a drunken woman.

The smell of the wine on his body was so bad that Keith went to the bathroom for a shower first. After he was all cleaned up, he was so surprised to see the woman in bed had taken off all her clothes.

Cathryn was obviously too drunk. She wasn't entirely coherent. When she heard the sound of the water running as Keith was taking his shower, she remembered what she and Jordan used to do at their home. He would take a shower first, and when the bathroom was warm, it was time for her to go in and take a bath, so she subconsciously took off all her clothes.

The odor of the wine on the woman's body was disgusting, but it still could not hide her charm. Trying his best to calm himself down, Keith took the woman to the bathroom and helped her to take a shower. Then he carried her to the bed again.

After he scrubbed her body, Cathryn felt a cool sensation on her skin. Yet her body seemed like fire, the lust burning her nerves. She felt so thirsty and dry that she could not help moaning, and she felt so comfortable that she wanted to touch her own private parts with her hands.

Cathryn's figure perfectly matched her beautiful appearance. She had a slender waist and high hips, a full chest, and a long skinny neck. It was the perfect figure with her fair skin color, which could easily evoke any man's desire.

Aware of something wrong with Cathryn, Keith, who had been standing at the bedside, leaned over and sustained his hands on the sides of Cathryn's body. He looked at her.

The skin of the woman had turned into a faint red, and a thin layer of perspiration had oozed out. Her breath was sprayed on his face, making him frown tightly to endure his lust.

Cathryn felt very hot and uncomfortable. The powerful hormone pulled over her like a key, opening all her desires, and as Keith raised his hand to touch her forehead, Cathryn groaned and put her arms around him.

"Jordan ..." Cathryn gasped and trembled as she called out his name.

When Cathryn hugged Keith, his body was tense all of a sudden. In the dim consciousness, Cathryn heard only a magnetic low voice passing through her eardrum into her mind.

"I'm not Jordan." Keith vaguely uttered.

Hearing the man's words, instead of feeling disappointed, Cathryn knew she was not being seduced. She suddenly opened her eyes to look for the body of the man. Indeed, the man was not Jordan. Jordan had already divorced her and he had proposed to another woman in front of her. The man who was with her now could be any man but could never be Jordan.

"Who...are you?" Cathryn's voice trembled as she asked again.

"Keith Clarkson, and you can call me Keith."

The name was like a complicated procedure, which was carefully carved into her memory.

"Hug me," said Cathryn with tears. She was begging for the warmth of a man. Tears were falling from her eyes. She raised her head and kissed him on the lips.

Since Jordan had an affair in the marriage, it would not matter that she went to bed with other men after the divorce, would it? The soft and sweet lips wholly opened the gate of the man's reason, and his desire immediately poured down like a flood.

Keith's eyes slowly became more intense and more profound, and he pulled off the bathrobe. He embraced Cathryn's body with his.

****

The next day, Cathryn woke up from hunger. She opened her eyes as the sun shone on the king-size bed. Instantly she could feel her head spinning, and it felt like her head was going to explode. Her headache was so intense that she thought she was going to be sick to her stomach. It made some of the broken memories of her mind more broken, broken to almost blank.

"Ouch..." she said. Moaning with pain, Cathryn sat up with extreme difficulty. She had her head in her hands. Half squinting, Cathryn looked around at the strange room. She then examined the place more carefully.

She realized that she was in a room at the bar from the night before. The curtains were at the head of the bed, and they were half-open. Only a fraction of the sunlight was coming in, but it was enough to make the whole room clear for her to see.

The tone of the whole room was dark, and the dark red bedclothes sent out a faint smell of disinfectant. There were two brown tea tables beside the bed, and there was nothing on them.

On the walls was concave and convex wallpaper, which had a series of red roses blooming on it. It was very revealing. There was a round lamp hanging on the ceiling. In the white lampshade, there was a wine-red light bulb matching the wallpaper that could be clearly seen.

At the front left side of the bed was the door of the room, which was closed. The floor was covered with an amazingly intricate carpet. It was so clean until you looked by the bed, which clearly revealed the passion and indulgence of last night.

At that moment, when she looked at her clothes, Cathryn's body trembled like getting an electric shock, and the memory fragments in her mind were glued together. She immediately remembered everything that happened last night.

Cathryn's face became pale for a moment, and she reached out her hands to touch her legs. The ligaments of her legs were sore because of their crazy behavior last night. Rubbing her legs, Cathryn felt like her legs were dry and smooth, which was a little reassuring to her.

She still vaguely remembered the madness of last night when they had crazy sex. They had sex up against the wall, and they went from the bed to the floor until she finally lost consciousness.

She could still feel the man continuing to move his fingers all over her body. His touch, she could remember it vividly. It was a one-night stand, and it wasn't unusual for the man or the woman to leave the room before the other awakens.

As for last night's indulgence, Cathryn's mood was hard to understand. She did not know the man, and at the same time, she felt very content with him. Afterwards, she felt like her body and mind were empty, but she had mixed feelings. She also got an unprecedented feeling of excitement and pleasure from him. "Why am I feeling this way?" she said out loud.

She consoled herself by thinking that it was just sex. The consolation was just about to function, but as soon as she stood up, she thought she was going to fall into pieces.

Cathryn felt a warm liquid flow down the inside of her thigh. Cathryn's waist was so sore that she could not straighten up her body. She leaned against the wall, and she stretched out her hand to touch her leg. She saw the milky liquid on her palm, and the familiar smell stimulated her sense of smell.

Cathryn was frightened by what she had seen. Her eyes widened, and she almost fainted. "How could this happen?"

She was utterly drunk last night, but she still remembers that she tore open the condom and put it on him and even praised the size of his thing.

But how to explain the milky white liquid on her hand. It was slippery and had a very familiar smell? Staring at the trash bin beside the bed, Cathryn wanted to walk towards it, but her waist was so limp and sore that she fell to the floor.

She was in so much pain that the tears kept running down her face. Cathryn reached into the trash can, pulled out the inferior condom, and noticed that it had been broken. It was indeed used, but it was worn out because of the consequences of the two people's actions.

Aware of the truth, Cathryn's face immediately became pale, tears falling down like rain. She trembled and tried to find her cell phone, but she still could not see it after looking for a long time. She was feeling desperate and helpless, and her cell phone suddenly rang.

As soon as she saw the flashing name on the screen, Cathryn's tears fell down more fiercely, and after answering the phone, she could hear the urgent voice of her best friend, Grace Garcia. "Hello, Cathryn, what happened between you and Jordan? Why did he propose to Athena Green? Is this an affair? Or a rumor?"

In addition to Cathryn and Jordan, only Grace and Jordan's agent, Jason, knew about their hidden marriage. Grace had been on a business trip for a few weeks, and when she got home last night, she was tired, so she turned off her cell phone and went to bed early. When she got up in the morning and turned on the entertainment news, she was shocked to find out all the gossip about Jordan.

The headlines of several entertainment media were occupied by Jordan. He proposed to Athena at the countdown party of PGTV last night.

All of Jordan's fans were extremely excited about the news because they thought they were indeed a perfect match.

Grace, who knew that Jordan had been married to Cathryn, did not know what had happened at all. This was when she immediately called Cathryn to find out what was happening. Grace asked her so many questions that it immediately felt like Cathryn's headache had worsened.

She tried hard to hold back her tears and said to Grace with a thick nasal sound, "I made love with a strange man last night, Grace."

"Well done, my dear!" said Grace.

Cathryn was weak in character, and this was not something that she would typically do.

She was still distraught. She blurted out. "He... He shot the semen into my body."

Many women often have one-night stands, but not Cathryn. Her parents were both teachers, and they had tried their best for two years after she graduated from film school to preserve her moral integrity in the entertainment circle.

"Didn't you ask him to wear a condom?" said Grace.

"I personally helped him wear the condom, though the size of the condom was a bit small. I really did not expect that it would get worn out!" Although she had never expected to have a one-night stand with any man, she still knew that contraceptive measures were needed in any case.

Grace had no time to think about Jordan's affairs. None of that mattered. Her primary concern right now is taking care of her best friend.

She tried to calm Cathryn down. "I need to buy you an emergency contraceptive at once, and you need to get out of there right now. Please go home and wait for me. Are you listening, can you hear me, Cathryn?"

Cathryn was in a state of shock, and as soon as she realized what her friend was saying, she instantly replied, "Yes, I am leaving now."

After hanging up the phone, Cathryn's heart finally settled down, and then she left the bar after getting dressed.