You Are My Mr Wright

Early morning.

Harrit Smith's eyes moved slightly. The first thing she felt when she woke up was pain all over her body.

She lowered her head. She was naked, and even her underwear was missing.

She looked around the room. It seemed that she was alone in the room.

And the blood on the sheets, as well as the clothes scattered on the ground, fully showed what had happened last night...

What was going on?

How could she lose her virginity after being a bridesmaid?

She breathed quickly and suddenly sat up from the bed with a layer of cold sweat on her back. She quickly touched the phone on the nightstand and called her bestie Lavinia George.

"You were so drunk last night. So I had to take you to Suite 8802. Senya prepared the room in advance. What's wrong?"

"Is there anyone else in the room except me?"

"Anyone else? You're the only one in the room. I still have something to do now. Talk back."

Her hand, which was holding the phone, slowly dropped. Harrit Smith closed her eyes and felt confusion in her head.

"Get the clothes ready and send them to Suite 8804." A deep voice came from the bathroom.

Was there anyone else in the room?

She was shocked. Harrit Smith looked up and saw a man leaning against the door frame of the bathroom, his white bathrobe wrapped around his sturdy body.

Her eyes were now wide open and she looked at him in shock. "Why are you here?"

"Wasn't he the best man at the wedding yesterday?"

Didn't Lavinia George say that she was the only one in the room? So why was he here, too?

to be an

door frame of the bathroom and gave an indifferent sneer.

frowned. "What do

and down. "You got my attention, and then you sneaked into the room while I was drunk. I have to admit that your arrangements were very smart..."

you are not having any delusions and you don't need to

down on the sofa, crossed

night, it is only logical that

"You're seriously ill!"

smoke made Harrit Smith cough a few times. She reached out to hold

Wright looked at her, indifference written across his

in what she wanted

next to the bed, dialed a number, and turned on the

Miss, your room

8802?

and his

sure who had made a mistake. Now, Harrit Smith was so much

of smart

in her heart,

out? I'm the victim, not

line was sharp as a knife and he carried the unique sexiness of a

so, she had to prove her innocence and defend her dignity. If

her thoughts when a voice suddenly came.

"Sorry."

"Ah?"

Smith could react, she looked at him in

in the ashtray. Beau Wright raised his chin slightly and rubbed his forehead with his fingertips. "Sorry, I drank too much last night.

with him, but he had already apologized. If she continued

been a reasonable person, and she didn't take the hard

want to make a scene. After all, it was Senya's wedding, and it won’t do her any

an irreversible fact that she lost her first time.