"Mm, a virgin?"
The man's voice was magnetic and deep, with a unique, captivating charm.
Megan Kane dazedly opened her eyes. Before her, a man's broad chest was pressing against her back.
Moreover, a certain part of him was already flush against her rear, stirring restlessly.
Their clothes were scattered all over the room.
The man pinned Megan Kane's slender wrists with both hands, thrusting forward and forcing her back down onto the bed.
"Mmph..."
...
The bedsheets were all thrown onto the floor, a testament to the fierce, wild passion of moments before.
The man slowly rose from her body, his firm abs covered in a sticky mess, and headed for the bathroom.
Megan Kane groggily propped herself up against the headboard.
Her mind was a chaotic mess. She remembered dying in a car crash just a short while ago. How had she woken up in bed, tumbling with a man?
'Wait, this familiar scene, that man's impossibly handsome face...'
Megan Kane's eyes widened in disbelief.
'Isn't this the scene from that trashy novel I was binge-reading a few days ago, "Mad President's Waist Pinching Pet"? The part where the vicious supporting female character imitates the hero's first love to get close to him.'
'Because she is the best friend of that first love, Rowan Monroe.'
'That's the only reason she could get close to the male lead in the first place.'
'And this is the scene where she finally gets her wish and climbs into the male lead's bed.'
'Later in the story, the vicious supporting character thinks the male lead favors her, so she forces his first love to have an abortion and drives her family's business into bankruptcy.'
'This leads to the first love's family being destroyed and her life ruined.'
She clearly remembered the first love at the end, sitting on the ground in a wretched state, asking her, "Are we still best friends?"
And the character she now inhabited had smugly held her head high and told her former best friend, "Mrs. Forrester has no friends."
'She thought she had won.'
'But as it turned out, the male lead didn't love either of them. He was in love with his childhood sweetheart.'
'He was just toying with them like they were playthings.'
'In the end, the first love jumps to her death!'
'And Megan Kane—the character—gets given to a man in the countryside by the male lead.'
'There, she's tortured, her collarbones nailed to a wooden post, and abused night after night.'
'Only after three years does she find release in death.'
'Meanwhile, the male lead and his childhood sweetheart walk down the aisle together.'
'He not only gains a good reputation but also swallows up all the assets of both the first love's family and the Kane Family, becoming a figure who could blot out the sky with one hand in Avington.'
'The first love was ruined by Megan Kane's character, and as for the Kane Family... not even the dogs were spared.'
Megan Kane thought this male lead, Jason Forrester, was completely unhinged—the ultimate scumbag.
She had no time to waste.
'If I want to change my tragic fate...'
'No, wait!' Megan Kane quickly scrambled out of bed and grabbed the phone from the table.
'Around this time, the first love should be arriving at the hotel.'
'So Jason Forrester going to the bathroom now must be to send a message.'
'This man's mind is more convoluted than a woman's.'
With no time to even curse, Megan Kane snatched Jason Forrester's clothes and tossed them off the balcony.
Then, completely ignoring the pain in her trembling legs, she hastily threw on her own clothes and fled out the door.
She didn't dare waste a single second, even with her makeup a complete mess.
Otherwise, if her first love misunderstood the situation, even if Megan didn't target her, the first love would fight her to the death.
'By the time I get a chance to explain, it'll be impossible, even with the most silver of tongues.'
Jason Forrester heard the commotion outside, frowned, and pulled open the bathroom door.
A small towel was wrapped around his waist, barely concealing what was underneath.
"Megan Kane!"
The room was empty. There was no response.
Jason Forrester glanced at the wide-open hotel room door.
He started to walk out, then pulled his foot back. It was only then he realized all his clothes were gone from the room.
Jason Forrester's face darkened, his fists clenching tightly.
KNOCK KNOCK.
A knock sounded on the open door, followed by an enraged, questioning voice.
"Jason Forrester, was your promise to wait three years for me just a joke?"
Rowan Monroe stood there in a white dress, as if under a spotlight, truly possessing the aura of a female lead.
Megan Kane, acting as if she had never been in the room, followed closely behind Rowan Monroe. "Jason Forrester, I just saw you go into this room with your childhood sweetheart! Hand her over, or you're not getting away with this today!"
"How dare you bully my Rowan! I'm putting it all on the line today to make sure you can't walk out of this room!"
Megan Kane stood with her hands on her hips, the very picture of a shrew cursing in the street.
She then brazenly barged in and shoved Jason Forrester aside without a shred of courtesy.
Jason Forrester was completely stunned. The plot seemed to be spiraling out of his control.
"Megan, aren't you the one I've always liked?"
"With me here, what are you afraid of? Let's just lay it all out for her today and make things clear."
"You think she'd dare bully you in front of me?"
SLAP!
Without a moment's hesitation, Megan Kane landed a heavy slap across his handsome face. "Jason Forrester, you shameless bastard! After bullying my Rowan, you're now trying to drive a wedge between us?"
Jason Forrester was now thoroughly enraged.
He had never been slapped by a woman in his life. He reflexively grabbed the ashtray from the table, ready to smash it against Megan Kane's forehead.
Rowan Monroe rushed in, wanting to break up the fight.
But Jason Forrester was nearly naked. Wouldn't it be awkward if she touched him?
"Jason Forrester, that's enough!"
Rowan Monroe roared, shoving Jason Forrester and forcing him back half a step.
"Go live your life with your childhood sweetheart. I don't want you anymore."
"Megan, let's go!"
Rowan Monroe wiped the tears from her eyes, her resolve hardening the moment she turned away.
A man who had been touched by another woman, no matter how outstanding, was someone she no longer wanted.
She was a dignified young lady of the Monroe Family—well-read, well-mannered, and academically gifted. Since childhood, she had always been held up as the model "child from another family." She wasn't so cheap as to stoop to that level.
Megan Kane felt no fear whatsoever. She ignored the man's gaze, which was a mixture of confusion and a hint of pitiful grievance.
"Megan Kane, you dare do something but not admit to it?"
"Do you think you can just do it and not be held responsible?"
Jason Forrester couldn't believe it. How could Megan Kane possibly have the gall to deny what had happened?
'I'd like to see just how well this woman can act today,' he thought.
"Jason Forrester, if you've got a brain problem, go to a neurologist! Don't stand here screaming like an ill-mannered child!"
"And don't talk to me. Just looking at a scumbag like you is annoying."
"Disgusting. Utterly disgusting."
"Pah!"
Megan Kane put her utter loathing for Jason Forrester on full display.
Seeing this, Rowan Monroe lowered her head in shame. "I'm sorry, Megan. I shouldn't have misunderstood you before."
She had always secretly worried that Megan Kane would steal her man.
Although they remained cordial on the surface, a small rift had long since formed between them.
But now, it seemed that Megan Kane didn't like Jason Forrester at all.
'It was all just my own paranoia. I thought so little of our decades of friendship.'
So, watching Megan Kane curse out Jason Forrester for her sake, she felt a pang in her heart.
'I'm practically not even human! How could I have misunderstood Megan!'