Chapter 3 Did Something Go Wrong?

Lucas' POV: I wasn't a man who denied his desires. When I felt the need, I would have Stefano spend generously to find a virgin for me. "Peter, harder!" When my penis was slowly pumping in and out of the woman's body, she actually called out other people's names. What kind of woman did Stefano find? She's so unprofessional and clueless, daring to call out someone else's name in front of me. Peter? Is he the lover of this woman? D*mn it! I felt an inexplicable sense of anger in my heart, and this anger made me want to use more force. Yes, it would be best if I could fuck this woman to death. "Ha! Peter." I believed that I was well-endowed, and my abilities in bed were satisfactory. As I left her, a part of me thought that she would remember our time together. However, soon, I realized that this woman didn't seem to be conscious. Didn't that stupid Stefano tell her not to take love drugs? I didn't like the idea of the woman in my bed taking such medicine, as it would make me feel inadequate. Do my skills in bed really need medication to perform? Normally, I would have withdrawn immediately and asked her to leave, but for some reason, her moans kept her there. Finally, this woman fell asleep. Her physical strength was somewhat lacking, which left me a bit disappointed, though only slightly. As long as she remained responsive, I continued. I lost track of time, and there weren't enough condoms available. Eventually, exhaustion overcame me, and I finished. At that moment, I thought I heard her mumble something in her sleep. I couldn't make out the words, but it didn't matter. After sunrise, Stefano would arrange for someone to ensure she took the emergency contraceptive pill. I didn't want a prostitute to become pregnant with my child, even if she was someone who was selling sex for the first time. At seven in the morning, I woke up to find the woman still lying naked on my bed. I was taken aback by the sight. D*mn it! This was truly unbelievable. Stefano, that fool, had actually found me a woman who completely disregarded the rules. Doesn't Stefano tell her she needs to leave before I wake up? No, he must have, but this woman is so arrogant, thinking she's somehow special and doesn't need to leave early. She was going to pay a steep price for her arrogance. I reached for the gun under my pillow, intending to shoot this disobedient fool through the blanket. But to my surprise, the woman seemed to sense my movement and instinctively shifted toward me, pressing herself into my arms. In an instant, her unique fragrance filled my senses. It was a scent I had never encountered before, one crafted by an expert perfumer, making her seem all the more extraordinary. The distinct scent dulled my murderous intentions, but it only heightened my desire. Yet, I was never one to give in to temptation. Ultimately, I decided to spare this rule-breaking woman. After getting up and taking a quick shower, I left the room. The driver was waiting outside the hotel. Once in the back seat, I called Stefano. He didn't answer. It was clear he was exhausted from last night's activities. It wasn't until I called him four or five times that he finally picked up. His voice was raspy, "Sir, you're disturbing my rest by calling this early." "You still have the nerve to rest, huh? The woman you found for me last night was unbelievably inconsiderate!" I felt it was necessary to have a clearer conversation with Stefano about this. "That's impossible. The women I find are always carefully trained. They understand our status and the consequences of breaking the rules," Stefano must have sensed my frustration, and his tone became much calmer as he explained. "Okay, I believe you. But go take care of the woman in Room 226 today. Don't let her end up pregnant." "What? You finished inside her? Wow, I've discovered something big here." Stefano sounded as though he had stumbled upon a major revelation. Then, his voice grew confused and urgent, "Wait, what did you say? Room 226?" "Yes, Room 226. I'm certain. I checked the room number both when I entered last night and when I left this morning." "No! I arranged for Room 227!" "What did you say?" Upon hearing Stefano's words, an intense feeling of unease surged within me. Did something go wrong?