~Maya's POV~

After the rude escort had left, I breathed a sigh of relief. That guy has a lot of balls! I just wanted to lose my virginity. Oh, my God. Was that too much to ask? How unlucky can I possibly be? My fiancé, with whom I had been engaged for three years, had an adulterous relationship with both my sister and my closest friend. Well, ex-girlfriend? We're no longer pals, as far as I'm concerned. I tossed and turned on the bed, attempting to ignore the ache in my pussy. That man's dick... is it a human or a donkey's dick? He didn't touch me last night, which is a good thing. Instead, he provided me with some medication, and I am feeling significantly better today. Why is he so concerned about my well-being? Wait a minute, this gentleman returns earlier than expected. At what time does he make money? Escorts are required to work at night. Wow, this is just incredible. It's not my fault that I married an enigmatic stranger and am now stuck with a gigolo in my bed. Well, hotel. If the rest of the world finds out about this, I'm doomed. I'm really, really, really, really, really, really, really doomed. My husband's identity is now a riddle that I am unable to unravel. I showered and then checked out of the motel to return home. After returning home, I was greeted by my manager as well as by my father. I greeted them and was about to head to my room.


'Stop right there!" my father screamed angrily. In the middle of my trek, I came to a complete stop and turned to face my father. The manager of your company has come to deliver your termination letter. My pupils swelled to their maximum size. I didn't say anything because pleading with this man is pointless. In his mind, I'm nothing more than an obstacle to his ambitions. So I went with the best option I could think of.

'Mr. Clark, I'm just curious as to how long it has been since terminations have reached households. Was it my family that worked for Knight Enterprises, or was it me who was employed by Knight Enterprises?"

'You have the audacity to disagree with Mr. Clark! You still have a mouth to talk?"


'Oh, my termination has reached my household, and I have no voice in the matter?"

'Like your mother, you're a complete idiot. Get the hell out of my house!"


A feeling of retaliation has never crossed my mind throughout my life. My mother was no longer alive, and I only heard his version of the tale, which was that my mother had tricked him into becoming pregnant with me.

'For me, this house has never been a home, and you have never been a father figure in my life. This was never my home in the first place. To this day, I have endured a barrage of insults from you. However, you may never again offend the spirit of my mother in your life! You've failed miserably as a father. My mother did not fail in her role as a mother in the slightest. You tore me away from my family, especially my mother. That's how cold-blooded you are. You claim that my mother has seduced you. Aren't you the one who has the inside scoop on all of this? My mother, on the other hand, can't defend herself because she's no longer alive. Never, ever, ever offend my mother again in your life, or else your wife will find out what you did on the 7th. Just in case, you were under the impression no one was watching you. Moreover, you are standing there defaming the deceased." His eyes widened as I watched him think about it. Yeah, let him think, after all, I saw him. 'You've done me a tremendous service by tossing my clothing outside, so thank you very much! You've never treated me as if I were your daughter before. In your eyes, I was nothing more than a business transaction. You see, Mr. Jones, the day I married my husband, I officially ceased to be a Jones. I wish your lovely daughter the best of luck in marrying Mr. Archer."

I returned to the hotel after saying that and collecting my belongings. Well, I'm married, and I cheated on my husband with another man. At the prospect of being married to someone I'd never met, I burst out laughing. In truth, I don't even have a job, and I have to spend every night in the company of a gigolo. Wow, I deserve some Bells.

I was sobbing in my hotel room, unsure what to do when Mishka called.

The mysterious Mr. Archer

~Maya's POV~

I was sobbing in my hotel room, unsure what to do when Mishka called.

Mishka is a friend of mine who is originally from India. She's someone I've known for three years. Mishka never liked Teresa. Perhaps she was able to perceive things that I was unable to. In her spare time, she moonlights as a waitress.

Me: Hello!

Mishka: Oh my God, you are a difficult woman to reach!

Where are you? There is a party being held at this hotel today for all the bigwigs, and we are down to one part-time employee. Please say yes.

Me: Well, I lost my job, so where is this hotel?

Mishka: 'Archers' hotel, put on a sultry black dress, and get your ass over here."

She hung up the phone. At the very least, I'll be able to make some money today. I started putting some of my clothes in the closet. I'm not sure how long this suite has been reserved. This is a complete and utter catastrophe. Perhaps I should consider selling my car and renting a small apartment instead. Besides, I hardly drive that car. I took a deep breath and let out a sigh. The thought of crying makes me feel sick to my stomach.

Suddenly, the image of Zee flooded into my mind, causing me to lose track of what I was thinking, a person who had broken my trust. I know he never told me he loved me. But we had something special. He was a little older. We even got tattoos. He vowed that he would track me down and bring me back home. Since then, my home has been with him. I was so stupid. I never had a home. No one loves me. I am now a second-hand good, not that anyone is to blame for what I did, but my father has ruined my life, and I am ashamed of myself. If Zion ever finds me, would he still keep his promise to look after me? I shrugged the thought aside and began looking for a simple little black dress.

******

In front of the Archer Hotel, a Bugatti La Voiture Noire came to a complete and utter stop. Everyone in the garden was looking forward to the arrival of the enigmatic Mr. Archer, whose identity no one could guess. Mr. Archer is the only name that everyone knows. No one knew his first name, only a few people did. When the valet opened the door, a tall, slim figure dressed in a black Armani suit walked through. The attention of the guests was drawn to the gorgeous, powerful aura he emitted. The man's entrance was anticipated by half of the individuals in the hotel garden. Everyone was certain that he was the man they had been waiting for, for a long period. As the man entered through the main entrance of the hotel, paparazzi were busy snapping images of him and his entourage. He walked down the red carpet with flashlights shining in his direction from the left and right. Allowing everyone to get a good look at his attractive features. The man went inside after a two-minute wait. Lucas, who was both his assistant and driver, led him to his assigned table. When the man arrived wearing a wedding band, the women and most families in J-City were extremely upset. People began to converse in hushed tones.

'His wedding date hasn't been announced yet. Wasn't he rumored to be single?" one of the passers-by whispered.

The feeling of disappointment lingered for a little longer for Ivy Jones with her father, Robert Jones. The man has been looking forward to this day for a long time, but he is now quite upset because the man is now married to another woman. Who is he married to? His informants in M-City were unequivocal in their statements that the man was not married. Is it possible that they made a mistake? Robert quickly dismisses the concept as unimportant at the moment. His daughter could not marry the man, so he was looking for a backup plan. Alternatively, she could be his mistress. That thought caused the man to break into a smile and begin walking toward Zion with his family. Ivy, on the other hand, was ripping her way through a stunning crimson gown. Mr. Archer had disappointed her, but she was not prepared to give up on such a handsome man as Mr. Archer, even if he was married. When his bodyguards instructed someone to stay away from Zion, he was standing in the middle of the hall, looking around. His attention was drawn to another man, who was yelling at one of his bodyguards.

'Do you happen to know who I am? Why are you shoving me in that direction? I am Robert Jones. I have the power to make you lose your job."

When Zion heard Mr. Jones's voice for the first time. He chuckled, realizing that this was exactly the man he had been seeking all those times. The man who took Aya away from him. He turned to face his security and gave them the thumbs-up, an indication that everything was fine. Robert Jones and his family were able to pass through the bodyguards' opening.