Chapter 329 It Wasn't My Choice
"Aaron?" Nora said, noticing that Aaron was standing there lost in thought.
Aaron shook off his reverie. "What did you say?" he asked.
"I said the Turner heir is even more attractive than a woman," Nora repeated, then probed, "What's on your mind?"
Ignoring her latter question, Aaron's eyes flashed a hint of danger. "You think he's good-looking?" He sounded unmistakably jealous.
Nora chuckled, "Yeah, he's pretty sharp. But he's not my type at all."
"So, who is your type?" Aaron pressed.
"A dream afar and a shadow near," Nora replied.
Aaron beamed, satisfied, and, wrapping his arms around her, he pulled their luggage and stepped into the elevator with her. Fabio had booked them a room on the top floor, a luxurious suite.
Aaron opened the door and inserted the room key into the power slot. As the lights came on, Nora was momentarily stunned by the hazy glow that filled the room.
Was this a theme suite designed for romance? The lighting was dim, yet it set a very romantic atmosphere.
Nora wanted to see the entire room, so she switched on all the lights to get a better look at the layout and see how it differed from a standard suite.
The room had all the amenities of a luxury suite. Aside from a king-size bed strewn with rose petals, there were also a variety of playful gadgets. Items like an electric sofa, a love chair, and a pleasure swing...
Nora's eyes dazzled as a blush crept up her cheeks.
Aaron wrapped his arms around her slender waist, his magnetic voice resonating in her ear. He teased, "Nora, we've got to try out all the equipment here tonight; we can't let down the Turner family's young master's goodwill."
Embarrassed, Nora's face turned red as she said, "He sure knows how to have a good time, not afraid of wearing himself out."
Aaron drew her to the couch and pinned her beneath him and said, "Baby, don't worry about anyone else; let your man take good care of you tonight."
Nora went silent. Who was taking care of whom? Suddenly, some switch was activated, and Nora felt her senses sway...
The night was destined to be anything but calm.
While they were enjoying their romantic endeavors, another reality show was playing out in a different room.
Suzy had no idea how Jackson had ended up in her room.
By the time she realized something was off and tried to leave, she was forcefully detained by Jackson, who made love to her.
He kept her busy almost the entire night; her voice grew hoarse from shouting.
Finally, after he was done, she managed to get a few hours of hazy sleep, vaguely hearing the sound of the doorbell ringing.
Exhausted, she frowned and burrowed further into the blankets with her eyes shut.
On the other hand, Jackson, lying beside her, awoke and looked at the woman curled up in his arms, smirking wickedly.
She had been quite unrestrained in bed, yet when she came in last night, she pretended to be something else.
Maybe she just wanted to have her cake and eat it too, unwilling to let go of a possible alliance with the Remington family yet still clinging to him to satisfy her physical needs.
The room door was continuously banged on.
Suzy covered her ears, her voice hoarse, "So noisy."
Jackson squinted his eyes and lazily got up. ‘Who could be knocking at the door this early in the morning?’ he wondered.
He got out of bed, threw on a robe, and went to answer the door.
On the other side, countless journalists with their cameras were waiting.
Jackson frowned, "What are you all doing?"
"Is this the hotel room registered to the movie star Suzy?" one reporter asked.
"Sir, is it true that you and Miss Hamilton spent last night together here?" another chimed in.
"Oh, I remember you now. You're Jackson from the prominent Houston Gordon family, aren't you?" a journalist recalled with realization.
"Mr. Gordon, I heard Miss Hamilton was set to get engaged to the heir of the Remington family. How come she ended up with you last night?" another journalist probed.
A barrage of questions tightened the furrows in Jackson's brow.
Why were reporters suddenly here? And so many of them, as if they had been lying in wait?
Before he could gather his thoughts, two of the journalists pushed past him and stormed into the room. The rest, not wanting to be outdone, hurriedly followed.
"Stop! Who let you in?" Jackson commanded, his jaw clenched, rebuking them loudly.
The reporters, as if deaf to his protests, surged into the suite.
After all, who wouldn't want exclusive material on movie star Suzy?
At that moment, a journalist walked over to the bed, flung back the covers, and Suzy's bleary, sleep-clouded face was exposed. Her body was bare, the fair skin marked with blotchy traces.
Most of the surrounding journalists were men. Their eyes glued to the scene, they clicked their cameras ceaselessly, capturing the salacious moment.
"Miss Hamilton, what is your relationship with Mr. Gordon?" one asked.
"Miss Hamilton, weren't you supposed to be engaged to the Remington heir? Why were you with another man last night?" another probed.
"Miss Hamilton, have you been leading a double life?" another pressed.
"Didn't you claim to be the pure and innocent girl next door? Was it all just a facade?" someone questioned.
The questions kept coming, relentless.
Suzy's foggy thoughts finally began to clear. With a scream, she swiftly wrapped a blanket around herself, her eyes wide with panic.
"Stop taking pictures! Just stop it! It wasn't consensual, I was forced!" she exclaimed.
At her words, the excitement on the journalists' faces redoubled. "Miss Hamilton, you say it wasn't consensual. Was it Mr. Gordon who assaulted you?"
Suzy's eyes reddened and she shot a furious look at Jackson in the background, accusing, "Yes, it was him. He forced me!"
Several journalists immediately turned their cameras on Jackson. "Mr. Gordon, is what she's claiming true?" they accused.
Jackson had been planning to shoo away the reporters, but upon hearing Suzy's accusation, he suddenly took offense.
"I had forced, you? Suzy, you can't just say things like that. It was you who sent me a message, asking me to meet. You can't blame me and ruin my reputation just because things have come to light, can you?" he rebutted.
Suzy's chest heaved with emotion as she retorted, "When did I ever ask you to meet up? Don't make things up!"
"Are you saying that I'm making things up? Look for yourself!" Jackson took out his phone and scrolled to the message in question.
The reporters all saw the message she had supposedly sent him.
Suzy's face changed color, "That message didn't come from me!"
"If it didn't come from you then who else would it be? Isn't this your phone number?" Jackson asked.
Biting her lip hard, Suzy was in a panic.
How could this happen? She hadn’t sent any message to Jackson.
She had come because she received a message from Aaron, was it not from him?
A thought hit her, and Suzy's breath quickened. Was it Aaron who misled her here? Did he suspect that it was her who had instigated Luna Moore, nearly causing Nora to be burned by the fire?
Time after time, how could he be so heartless toward her, all for Nora!
Anger filled Suzy’s eyes as she yelled at the still photographing journalists, "Get out, all of you, get out! Jackson, aren't you going to make them leave?"
Jackson was yelled at, but he didn’t lose his cool. "Folks, you've got your shots, now please leave us some privacy."
He was no fool and sensed something was amiss with the situation. They were likely set up.
However, the commotion was not entirely to his disadvantage.
If the Remington family found out that Suzy had been compromised by him, they probably would not want her anymore.
So, other than marrying him, who else could Suzy marry?
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