Chapter 1901
Ivy sighed heavily as she stared at the brimming shot glass before her. With a grimace, she tipped her head back and forced the liquid down her throat. The moment the fiery whiskey hit her stomach, a wave of nausea surged to her throat. Unable to hold back, Ivy hunched over a nearby trash can and heaved violently.
“Cough, cough…”
“Are you okay, Ivy?” Clara feigned concern as she plopped down beside her sister, her eyes betraying a hint of disgust. “You really look unwell, Ivy. I’ve booked us a room at the hotel. Let me take you there to rest up a bit.”
“Okay…” Ivy mumbled, dazed and compliant as Clara helped her to her feet.
Clara supported Ivy to the hotel bar upstairs on the twentieth floor. Just as they stepped out of the elevator, Clara’s phone buzzed with urgency. As a struggling actress on the fringe of fame, Ivy couldn’t afford to ignore her agent’s calls.
Hey! Ivy, my agent needs me urgently. Here’s your key card, just head to the room and I’ll be right there after I deal with this!” Clara said in a rush, thrusting the key card into Ivy’s hand before darting off.
“Why’s it so hot in here?” Ivy mumbled, using the wall for support as she staggered forward, her vision beginning to blur.
She squinted at the key card, “2006…”
With the last bit of her consciousness, she stumbled toward room 2006. But after several attempts, the card wouldn’t open the door.
“What kind of crappy door is this?” Ivy muttered, kicking at it in frustration. To her surprise, the door swung open!
Losing her balance, Ivy fell forward, expecting to hit the floor. Instead, she crashed into a warm, solid “wall” of flesh!
Looking up, she found herself face-to-face with a very handsome man.
The drunken Ivy, lacking her usual restraint, flashed a smitten smile. “Hey! Gorgeous!”
With bold, tipsy bravado, she wrapped her arms around the man’s neck and leaned in close. “What are you doing in my room, man?”
“Who are you?” The man’s voice was a low rumble, his cheeks flushed, the scent of alcohol strong around him.
“Hehe, guess who I am.” Ivy slurred, leaning on him, feeling her body heat rising. “It’s so hot… so hot…”
Struggling with discomfort, Ivy tugged at her clothing, incessantly complaining about the heat.
In a fleeting glance downward, the man caught sight of more than Ivy intended to show. Blood rushed to his head, and he lost all sense of reason as he leaned down and captured her lips.
“This was your doing, so don’t regret it later!”
“Mmm…” Before Ivy could react, she was silenced by his kiss.
The events that followed were a blur to Ivy. She only knew that she found herself lying on a soft bed, utterly drained of strength.
Meanwhile, Clara returned after her call, not finding Ivy, assumed she had entered room 2009 with the key card, and left with a triumphant smirk.
Tricking Ivy into coming tonight was all about getting her to take Clara’s place. If Ivy could please Vincent thoroughly in the bed, then the lead female role in the upcoming hit series would surely be Clara’s prize!
