"Mhmm...!" A protesting moan escaped Zoey's lips as he bit her lower lip gently. Alas, he didn't budge but Zoey felt the corner of his lips curl into a smirk.
The next second, she was carried to the private lounge — where the man came from. Yet, he didn't break the kiss.
Zoey thought she was crazy. Crazy for being intimate to a man she didn't know. But this craziness was what she needed.
This man who was holding her waist, leading her somewhere she didn't know, touching her body like it was his... it wasn't Ezekiel Tang. It was not the man that Zoey preserved her chastity for. However, Zoey was prepared to give everything to this stranger.
If she gave her precious heart to someone not deserving, Zoey couldn't care less if some stranger took her body. All she wanted was to forget him, even if it means giving her all to the devil.
