Chapter 160 You Are the One Who Forces People
"Water."
At six o'clock the next morning, James' biological clock woke him up in a daze. Feeling parched, he muttered softly.
Then, he saw a glass of water on the small table beside the bed.
Instinctively, James grabbed it and drank it all in one go. The water cleared his head considerably.
He suddenly realized he wasn't in his rental apartment, nor at the Smith Family's place, but in an unfamiliar environment.
A spacious bed, an elegant sofa, a tantalizing fragrance, and his nearly naked body all left him bewildered.
Just then, there was a light knock on the door, and a tall figure walked in, clearly Olivia in her pajamas.
It looked like she had just washed her face and hadn't had time to put on makeup. Her complexion was clean and fair, her features clear and bright.
A hair clip held back her smooth forehead, pulling all her hair away, giving her a less coquettish and more fresh and casual look.
Seeing a woman enter his room early in the morning, James couldn't help but pull the blanket to cover his nearly naked body.
"Oh, James, you're awake?"
Hearing the noise, Olivia looked up slightly, then exclaimed with a delighted face.
"I thought you were going to sleep until noon."
Her playful yet slightly reproachful look made James understand the meaning of "femme fatale."
Women, with their gentle nature like water, can easily bury any man's ambitions.
However, James quickly regained his composure, rubbed his head, and asked, "Where am I?"
Olivia smiled faintly. "One of my single apartments, also my little hideaway."
"You got drunk last night, insisted I take you in, and even wanted to be like Terry Ward, living with his wife's family after marriage. In the end, you forced yourself on me."
"I'm just a weak woman, not as strong as you, and I like you too, so I could only half-heartedly let you have your way."
She sat down by the bed, teasing James as she spoke, "But remember, you have to take responsibility for me from now on."
James' mouth was widely opened. "Olivia, are you joking?"
He had completely forgotten about last night and had no recollection at all, so he was very flustered. If he really had sex with Olivia, it would be troublesome.
"What joke?" Olivia leaned in closer. "Look at my lips, aren't they a bit chapped? That's from you biting them."
"I even have photos."
Olivia took out a few photos of them passionately kissing, captured by the Ferrari's dashcam. She had saved a few frames as mementos.
"See? You forced yourself on me."
Looking at those photos and his own dazed expression, James felt a chill down his spine. It seemed he really got drunk and did something he shouldn't have.
Although he had feelings for Olivia, he wasn't prepared for physical intimacy, so having sex caught him off guard.
The most frustrating part was that he had no memory of it at all.
Olivia then took out a box from the drawer, blinked her eyes, and tossed it in front of James.
"See this box of Durex?"
"It's newly opened. There were ten, now there are only nine left. If you didn't use it, did I play with it myself?"
"And your clothes, my clothes, you took them off and threw them in the bathroom. But I've already washed them."
"You have a dog bite mark on your calf, a scar on your shoulder, and seven small black moles on your back, arranged like the Big Dipper."
James quickly waved his hand to stop Olivia from continuing. "Olivia, stop, stop."
Olivia's words were enough to prove they had been intimate; otherwise, how would she know these private details?
James felt a chill all over.
"There's also a maintenance agreement here."
Olivia bit her lip and smiled.
"From now on, you're my kept man. I'll give you fourteen million dollars a year."
"I won't restrict your work or life. You just need to accompany me at least three times a month for meals and shopping, and be absolutely loyal to our arrangement."
She placed an agreement in front of James, with his crooked signature and a red thumbprint on it.
James' mouth dropped open slightly. He couldn't believe he had actually signed a maintenance agreement, but he really couldn't remember any details.
'Drinking causes trouble.'
James swore he would never drink again, or he might sell himself without knowing it.
"So? Isn't this agreement better than living with your wife's family after marriage?"
Olivia sat down on another chair, elegantly crossing her legs.
But James knew she wasn't wearing anything under that very short nightgown.
James felt like he was going to faint. "Olivia, I'm sorry. I drank too much last night."
"Adults don't need to say sorry." Olivia casually brushed her hair aside. "Just tell me, will you take responsibility or not?"
She looked at James with great interest.
James exhaled a long breath, nodded repeatedly, and was about to take responsibility when his phone suddenly vibrated.
He quickly shifted his attention and answered the call. Soon, a clear voice came through.
"James, my flight is at 5:30 PM. Come pick me up at the airport."
The caller reminded him, "Remember, don't be late."
"Okay, okay, I'll pick you up."
To avoid Olivia's questioning, James didn't even pay attention to who it was and agreed over the phone.
"Olivia, I have something to take care of. I'll find you later."
James threw a line to Olivia, then wrapped himself in a blanket and rushed into the bathroom to change.
"Don't worry, I'll take responsibility."
Soon, he fled the apartment in a panic.
James needed some time to calm down.
Behind him, Olivia's melodious laughter echoed.
As he reached the door, James suddenly remembered something and turned to look at the troublemaker Olivia.
"Wait a minute. I blacked out last night, so that box of stuff wasn't bought by me."
If he hadn't bought it, then Olivia must have bought it, meaning she was prepared.
James' smile became playful. "Ms. Lee, it turns out you were the one who forced things."
"Get out." Olivia's face instantly turned red with embarrassment, and she threw a slipper at James.
Olivia could joke about anything, but being exposed like this made her face turn completely red with shame and resentment.
James quickly closed the door and then ran into the elevator.
Downstairs, James calmed himself, took out his phone, and suddenly froze.
The call just now was from Kaitlyn.
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