Lover [Book 1]

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My head aches so bad, and the surrounding wasn't recognizable even in one bit. The walls are eerie looking – white dove paint – and the bed feels like a rock mattress. A cheap looking air-conditioner at the top of the window pane, dirty-yellow curtains, and a bedside table with a lamp that doesn't lit.

"Finally you're up!" Keyin emerged from what I seemed; is the comfort room.

"Where are we?" I sat up, and had fixed my disheveled hair. "Is this your new apartment? So cheap."

"We're in a hotel, moron." She wrapped a small towel around her head. "Pay the fee," Keyin added.

"What the-" I approached her spot, and had started to panic.

Wanna know why?
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I'm broke as fuck. I have lost my job last week – The main reason why Xueer left me for another sugar daddy. I used to have my own duplex, a lamborghini, and a stay-in resort for myself. But life's been tough, I met my biggest downhill. My fortune had plummeted down to its depth.

I gave everything to Kong Xueer, I even supported her bad habits. I'd endured the shameful shits; just so I could be with her.

Love's too painful, I lost myself in the process of it. I have totally forgotten about my mere being, and gave everything I had. Now, I'm a train wreck; dwindled by the trauma of love and vengeful of my past.

I love Xueer, I love her. But some things aren't meant to be; some people would be in my life – but are not meant to stay.

Nonetheless, I'm Xu Jiaqi: The woman of all eager homo and heterosexuals. I can have Xueer whenever I want to; I just need to make a plan and build myself a stable status.

"I don't have any money Kiki." Keyin said, as she dries her hair with a towel. "Plus your cheap car ran out of gas last night."

"Hey I used to have a Lambo!" I complained.

"Yes," she threw me her pickled towel, and it'd landed perfectly on my face. "But you gave it to Xueer. Don't worry Jiaqi, this is the cheapest room in here."

"I don't have any money! Like a bill, a coin! Nothing! I paid for the drinks last night!"

"Are you serious?!" Keyin's pupils dilated in pure terror, as the thought of crime invades our mind. "Shit, what are we gonna do now? We'll be cut off later, I just booked for an 8 hours stay!"

"How much?" I moved towards the direction of my purse.

"80 USD," geez that's too expensive for the cheapest room! "Well uhm, I forgot to tell you that we're on a 5 star hotel." Keyin bit her lower lip, as I threw her a hundred of glares.

5 star hotel my ass, my sleep wasn't even comfortable on that mattress.

"Bitch," I rummaged through my bag; badly hoping for an extra cash.

Lipsticks, table napkins, make ups, bla bla bla bla bla. I felt a leather surface, finally my wallet. I immediately unfolded the packets – to reveal nothing but an empty space. A fly could almost take shape out of my trashy billfold.

We heard knocks that'd awaken the evil inside of us. Keyin's sight and I, instantly connected. "Open it," I whispered.

"No!" She exclaimed silently. "Go open it!!!"

I slowly shook my head from left to right constantly, filled with eye-shuts in between.

Keyin has no other options, so she unlocked the door. "Oh, hi." she smiled.