He had dealt with countless women, and with others, he could usually y dumb. But Winona had left himpletely and utterly baffled.


    Keaton stood there, helpless. He never imagined that a heart-to-heart talk could end up like this!


    He looked at his palms; they were slick with sweat. He had been scared to death! Then he looked down at his body''s reaction, and Keaton grimaced and bit his lip. "Booze! I need a drink! Give me some booze!" Winona suddenly looked up at him. Her makeup was smudged, her hair was a mess, her eyes were red, and her eyshes were dotted with tears. She looked pitiful.


    Before Keaton could speak, she added, "Am I not even worthy of drinking your booze?"


    Keaton: "...You wait right there. I''ll let you drink your fill!"


    He went and grabbed a few more bottles of vodka. "Anything else is off the table, but drinking is definitely on. I''ll drink with you, all night long!"


    They went shot for shot, and before they had even finished one bottle, Winona started going wild again.


    She cried andughed for a bit, then tackled Keaton again. "I just want to sleep with you. What am I supposed to do?"


    As she spoke, her fingers drewzy circles on his chest.


    Her teasing made Keaton''s heart race, his mind flustered.


    His mind said no, but his body was telling a different story. That,bined with the alcohol, made it hard to refuse, even though he wanted to.


    She was beautiful, her body was soft, her lips were soft...


    Winona started crying again. "You don''t want me," she whimpered, her voice thick with tears. "You''re no better than Zane! You don''t care about me all you see is the money. You''re not even man enough to look me in the eye. You''re just another pathetic coward!" Her voice rose to a desperate cry before dissolving into tears.


    Keaton swallowed hard. He was drunk too, with only a sliver of reason left. He shook his head to clear it a bit. "Winona, do you know what you''re doing?"


    Winona stopped her hands and let out a drunken hup. "...Sleeping with you."


    A dry lump formed in Keaton''s throat. "Do you know who I am?"


    Winona caressed his face, her smile seductive and alluring. "A hot guy. A super hot guy!"


    Keaton insisted, "Say my name! Who am I?"


    Winona looked at him, tracing the arc of his eyebrows, his sculpted


    nose, and finally his lips "You''re


    Keaton! The most handsome man in


    Keaton!


    the world! The most, most handsome..."


    Her lips met his again, clumsily trying to pry his open.


    Lost in her repeated whispers of "most handsome," Keatonpletely lost himself. With a grimace, he grabbed the back of Winona''s head and deepened the kiss...


    The temperature in the room soared, filled with the sound of rapid breaths and soft moans weaving together.


    Outside the floor-to-ceiling windowsy the dark expanse of the sea. In the distance,


    a lighthouse continued to cast its warm, steady glow...


    In the early morning, Keaton woke up in a daze, his head throbbing.


    Before his memories could return, he noticed the warm, soft body in his arms.


    Waking up with a woman in his arms was nothing new for him.


    Keaton wasn''t surprised or shocked. He didn''t even know who was sleeping next to him. He didn''t pay it much mind, raising a hand to massage his temples while reaching for the phone on the nightstand to check the time.


    The phone was thetest foldable model, but when he opened it, he realized the lock screen was different.


    His lock screen was a selfie of his back, but the one in his hand was of a purebred German Shepherd!


    The big dog was sitting on the grass, ears perked, eyes wide, looking majestic and incredibly cool!


    But the next second, the disy suddenly turned dark!


    The screen went pitch ck, and several streams of ''blood'' dripped down the screen. In the center, a line ofrge text appeared: GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY PHONE!


    Then a countdown appeared on the screen: 3, 2, 1...