My last thread of restraint snapped. I couldn't hold back any longer. I turned around and pushed Rosaline, who was limp from the effects of the drugs, against the door. Looking down at her, I took in the sight of her flushed face. She tilted her head up, gazing at me. Her face was like a ripe apple, sweet and tempting, impossible to resist. "Rosaline, you're the one who ignited this fire!" Desire burned in my eyes. Without hesitation, I lowered my head and captured her soft, damp lips with mine. As our lips met, the air in the room—already ambiguous—became even more intoxicating. A familiar scent filled the air, and standing at the door was no longer enough for me. I picked up Rosaline's light body and moved to the big bed, turning over and pressing her down. I was madly enjoying the sexual satisfaction her passion gave me. Her lips, her breasts, her lower body, everything about her ... My big hands wandered all over her body, and my tongue sucked the sweetness in her mouth. Rosaline under me was dazed, and her whole body was as hot as fire. "It hurts so much ... Sobs ... You're bullying me ... " Suddenly Rosaline's body stiffened, she curled up on the bed, and started to cry. My tongue tasted the crystal tears falling from the corners of her eyes, it was so bitter. I stopped immediately. I turned over and got out of bed, gently and tenderly covering Rosaline with a blanket. I glanced down at my shirt, rumpled from the heated kiss just moments ago. Taking a deep breath, I ran a hand over the fabric, trying to smooth it out as my mind cleared. What was I just doing? "You were doing exactly what you should. So why stop?" Edward's voice echoed in my head."You already know why. Rosaline is only acting this way because of the drug." Edward let out a mocking laugh. "Don't you love her?" "I do. But I won't take advantage of her while she's not in control of herself. I don't want our first time to happen like this." "Ah, so you're worried she'll regret it when she wakes up? Heh. But what about you? Aren't you afraid you'll be the one who regrets this?" I ignored Edward and silently put my clothes back on. Rosaline was already fast asleep on the bed. If not for her swollen lips and the lingering tears at the corners of her eyes, I might have thought everything that just happened was just a dream. I bent down and gently wiped away the tears from her face. Then, following Derrick's instructions, I picked up the damp towel by the bedside and carefully tended to her as she slept. Rosaline's POV: The next morning. My head was pounding, like it was about to explode! I groggily opened my eyes and rubbed my temples. Suddenly, a gust of cold air rushed in, making me shiver. I blinked, only to find Caden's handsome face right beside me. Startled, I immediately sat up. Why was Caden sleeping next to me?! I frowned as the memories of last night slowly pieced themselves together. I remembered attending the crew's banquet ... Lilian schemed and drugged me and Jasper. I exposed Lilian, and she was taken away by the police. But the effects of the drug didn't wear off, and then ... D*mmit. I vaguely remembered. Did I flirt with Caden?! Bits and pieces of last night's heated moments flickered through my mind, one after another. Oh no!Did we ... I wrapped myself tightly in the quilt, my face burning with heat. God, what did I do last night?! "Freya, why didn't you stop me?!" Silence. I could still sense she was asleep. What exactly happened? Just as I was lost in thought, a deep, magnetic voice echoed beside me, "You're awake?" Snapping back to reality, I turned my head and caught sight of Caden. He was wearing a shirt with the top buttons undone, exposing his sharp, well-defined collarbone. At that moment, he propped his head up with one hand, his deep eyes fixed on me with an intense gaze. "We ... last night ... " I tightened my grip on the blanket, eyeing him warily. Caden raised his eyebrows, looking at me with a sly smile. "I put you in bed to sleep, but you were quite insistent. And I'm a normal man." His words confirmed it—everything that should or shouldn't have happened, happened. My heart clenched. "You! Scoundrel!" He spread his hands, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned in, his deep voice rumbling near my ear. "Last night, you were the one who invited me." His warm breath brushed against my neck, sending a sharp jolt through me like an electric current. A shiver ran down my spine. I bit my lip. Did something really happen between us last night? "Freya, Freya, wake up right now!" I shouted in my mind. But ... aside from feeling exhausted, there was no real discomfort. It didn't feel like I had done anything with Caden. Seeing me lost in thought, Caden feigned a hurt expression and said, "Rosaline, don't you think you should take responsibility for me?"I blinked in confusion. What was this pervert talking about? Even if something did happen between us, I was the one who got the short end of the stick, not him! "If that's the case, you helped me out, thanks," I said, lifting my chin defiantly, glaring at him. "Is that so? Then I'm at a loss here," Caden replied, his strong hand rubbing his chin as he deliberately dragged out his words. "I think I deserve some compensation." I asked impatiently, "So what do you want?" Caden smirked. "How about you give me Starplay Entertainment as compensation?"