Moonlit Desires The CEOs Daring Proposal

"Have you ever had sex, Bethany?"

Bethany Holt, away on a business trip and having had a little wine, lay in her hotel bed, on the verge of drifting off to sleep. However, as soon as she closed her eyes, the words of her best friend, Aimee Bates, replayed in her mind.

"It's amazing, Bethany. You should sleep with a handsome guy while you're still young! Or, you can always 'play' with yourself. Don't be shy. I highly recommend dabbling in porn while you're at it."

Bethany giggled to herself, unable to recall how she had replied to Aimee.

At this moment, Bethany was so drunk that her delicate face flushed bright red, her thick hair spread out across the sheers like seaweed.

In a month, she would turn twenty-six—and in all her years on this earth, she never had a boyfriend. She hadn't even kissed a man yet, let alone have sex.

It wasn't the first time Aimee had suggested it, but today, Bethany suddenly felt an inexplicable desire awakening inside of her—perhaps due to the copious amounts of alcohol she had partaken.

Bethany sat up in bed as this strange, new feeling grew unbearable.

Subconsciously, she licked her dry lips and grabbed her phone. Having taken out her contact lenses, her vision was blurred and she couldn't see the screen clearly, but when she saw the familiar surname of her best friend, she tapped on it and sent her a message.

"Send me porn recommendations. I'm in the mood to watch something dirty."

Seconds later, she received a reply. "?"

Bethany frowned and, still drunk, joked, "Don't play ignorant! Either send me porn or send me a hot guy. I'm in Room 1501."

She even playfully added a kiss emoji at the end.

After hitting send, Bethany waited expectantly for a reply, only to be met with crickets. Just as she was about to get out of bed for some water, the doorbell suddenly rang.

She didn't think too much of it and walked right over. After all, Aimee wouldn't actually send a man to her room in the middle of the night, would she?