113: Chapter 117 Past, Present (1) 113: Chapter 117 Past, Present (1) She did not know who the man was that night.
At Caesar’s Palace Hotel’s top-floor VIP banquet hall in Las Vegas, everyone wore masks to attend the masquerade ball.
The neon lights spun overhead, and the scattered alcohol, along with the wild laughter of men and women, seemed to completely numb her nerves.
The sin within her body, however, was amplified a thousandfold and burst forth!
She danced one song after another, laughing loudly and toasting under the constant rotation, the stimulation of alcohol, decadent thoughts, and numbed emotions.
But the more she drank, the more numb her limbs became due to the alcohol, yet her mind was as sharp as a sword!
Was it because she hadn’t given herself to Lu Jiayuan, that he had shifted his attention to Cheng Tingting?
She would not forget how after the family dinner that day, Cheng Tingting had said smugly, “I slept with Lu Jiayuan!
He’s amazing, I am very satisfied!
He’s better than any man I’ve known before!”
It was a blurry night, and she refused to be the one who always waited!
If men liked bad girls, then she could be one too!
Even more, she could be worse than Cheng Tingting!
She wore a fiery red V-neck backless mini dress, her hair dyed a deep brown and permed into soft waves draping over her shoulders.
The neckline plunged to the valley between her two snowy peaks, revealing a deep gorge.
Her entire pale back was exposed to the air and as she twirled, the beautiful line of her spine twisted like a seductive serpent.
The hem of her dress ended just three inches below her buttocks, leaving her long, fair legs unabashedly on display.
She spun in the dance floor, weaved through the men; she was wild, seductive, enchanting, and sensual.
She seemed to have completely transformed into another person; wherever she passed, she earned a barrage of appreciative wolf whistles and invitations from men.
In the darkness, she was dazzlingly beautiful and bewitchingly radiant!
Indeed, at the strike of midnight, she finally spotted an exceptionally attractive man.
That man wore a silver mask and stood by the window in the corner of the hall, raising his glass as if he did not fit in with the rest.
The silver mask covered only half of his face, hiding his eyes and nose.
Only his pronounced nasal tip, thin lips, and handsome chin could be vaguely seen.
The clothes that fit snuggly showed off his long, upright figure perfectly.
He stood there as if he possessed a natural magnetism, like a magnet firmly attracting her gaze!
In the hazy moonlight outside the window, she could see that his hair was black.
Satisfied, she approached and soon saw him leave the hall, seemingly a little drunk, staggering unsteadily.
She immediately went up to support him as he was about to fall, and took him to a private room.
Laying his long body on the sofa, she mounted him fearlessly like a knight without a second word, not even removing the clothes above, and boldly sat down!
When the sharp pain struck, even with a mask on, she could clearly see the shock, disgust, and disbelief flashing in the man’s eyes!
She actually despised herself too.
It was very painful, not pleasant at all.
She felt no joy of victory, only a bit ridiculous.
For such an indecisive man, was she really willing to defile herself?