Chapter 5 Wild Cat

He pulled out his still erect penis and stuffed it back into his pants. There was a trace of blood on his fingertips, brought out from Maggie's orifice.
A virgin? He didn't believe it. She acted so loose...
Or perhaps it was tearing. His thing was large. After fierce thrusting for just over ten times, it also burned painfully inside Maggie.
However, this was indeed her first time. There was no kissing, no embracing, no caresses, not even them knowing each other.
Before marrying Matt, her life was a mess. She had been in relationships, but never really invested herself.
After marrying him, she relieved some of the financial burden and willingly gave her heart and soul, only to be disgusted even more.
Maggie, the name given to her by her family was meant to make her shine like a pearl. But in reality, it was just a case of mistaken identity.
There was commotion outside the door, and Maggie snapped back to reality.
She was drugged just now and was in a daze, only remembering the man's astonishing gaze. Now that she was clear-headed. The room was dark with the curtains open, reflecting the light from the snowy ground and brightening the room.
He wasn't ugly.
Not all men who take advantage are sleazy.
On the contrary, Harold had a handsome figure, with a posture like a tall and upright pine tree. He exuded a restrained and understated aura, with the sharpness hidden beneath every pore.
This was not something an ordinary person possessed.
Maggie couldn't guess his age, around thirty-four or thirty-five, with hair slicked back neatly. He had deep eye sockets and a high, straight nose, giving him a mixed-race look.
From head to toe, not a single luxury item, but Maggie knew that the suit pants rubbing between his legs were custom-made by hand with exquisite fabric. She had once given Matt a similar pair, bought with the four thousand dollars she earned from hosting a commercial event.
He tried them once, didn't like them, and left them in the closet.
Harold fastened his belt buckle, and between his deep-set eyes was the icy coolness of faded desire, "Did you call the person outside?"
Maggie was puzzled, "No..."
But the voice sounded familiar, like Matt's right-hand man, Tony, the assistant general manager of Sterling Holdings.
"Put your clothes on." He didn't even look at her, walked over to the bedside, and dialed a number on the room phone.
When the call connected, the person on the other end asked for his name, and he gave it.
Maggie silently memorized it, not sure why she did that. It was subconscious, after all, she had just been made so comfortable by him...
Then he gave two short instructions, which Maggie couldn't hear clearly due to the loud commotion outside. She was certain it was Tony, who loved to drink and always caused trouble after getting drunk.
She put on her clothes, torn between staying and leaving. It was a bit embarrassing to stay, and she had wet the bedsheets with a big splash.
Her ecstatic and crazy appearance was more enchanting than the blooming red roses outside the window. She had never discovered it herself.
She didn't know the man's identity, but there was a threshold to enter The Grand Club. It was already special today, with even government officials from the state coming to visit.
It was enough to prove that this was a prestigious place, with guests who were either rich or noble.
Maggie couldn't just walk out recklessly and run into Tony for fear of something unexpected happening. She stood up and said, "Sir, why don't you hide first, and I'll go deal with the person outside."
"Hide?" Harold pressed the lighter and lit a cigarette. The flame reddened his forehead and he raised an eyebrow. "Where should I hide?"
Maggie pointed, "In the bathroom."
Harold sat back on the sofa. "Madam, you should understand that I am not your lover."
Despite sitting down, his attitude was still condescending. "How do you plan to deal with the person outside?"
"He's my husband's subordinate..." Maggie clenched her lips and couldn't change her words.
The man frowned. "Are you married?"
His face darkened. He had made a mistake and still got involved with a married woman.
Just outside the door, Tony, drunk, couldn't get into the room, and after a string of curses and commotion, it suddenly stopped. A few soft knocks on the door followed.
"Harold, it's Jake. I've brought the clothes you wanted."
Harold stood up, opened the door slightly, blocking everything inside with his tall and sturdy figure. Maggie was still afraid and hurriedly moved in the opposite direction, not having time to put on her shoes and bumped her toes on the table leg.
Unable to hold it in, she let out a painful groan and immediately covered her mouth.
Jake is nearly forty years old, with a dignified and upright posture. He is an FBI agent of the same level as Harold and has experience in criminal investigations. He has sharp ears and keen eyes. "Are there other people in your room?"
Harold, holding a cigarette, took the clothes from his pocket and replied, "It's a wild cat."
The two of them have a deep connection. Jake noticed something strange. There was a strong scent of women's perfume on Harold, and there was a messy lipstick mark on his shirt's shoulder. He asked, "Why are your clothes wet?"
Harold casually replied, "The wild cat went into heat and knocked over a cup of coffee."
Jake was skeptical but still raised his hand to push the door, saying, "I'll help you catch it."
As he pushed the door, the angle got wider and wider, gradually revealing a corner of Maggie's dress, making her heart pound.
Harold quickly reached out to stop the door, closing it without a trace of movement. He said, "It has already run away."
"The local government has arranged a lounge for you. Why you stay in other's room?" Jake asked irritably.
Harold, annoyed, exhaled smoke and replied, "A lounge? I just slept there for ten minutes and then various middle-level government officials from the city took turns knocking on the door. It's almost like a reception room."
Jake laughed and glanced at his watch, saying, "You better hurry. The state has sent a delegation to participate in Mr. Ross's retirement banquet, and you are representing them. If you're not there, how can we proceed with the event?"
Harold took a puff of his cigarette and remained silent.
Before leaving, Jake glanced inside the room meaningfully and warned, "Williams, a mayor should always be mindful of his identity."