No One But You

I followed him upstairs, but he was overthinking. I would not share a bed with him.

Even he was handsome and rich, I have not forgotten my purpose.

Besides, I was not a nymphomaniac.

Nevertheless, it was good that he misunderstand me to covet to him, which could conceal my true purpose.

He lived next to me in the guest room. I stood at the door smiling broadly to him and said, "In fact I should say that sentence with you. My door has been destroyed. Don't go to my room at night.. He didn't even bother to give me an eye, he turned and went into the guest room.

I looked at his sleeve again, one rolled up on one side, one not, so all I saw was a cufflink, which was similar to mine.

I went back to my room and found the cufflink, trying to remember the cufflink I had just seen on the Calvin's cuff.

I can't tell if it was a pair without comparing them together.

Tossing and turning, I could not sleep. I looked out of the window from behind the curtain. Miss Elena wandered around for a long time without daring to come in or break the door.

She was afraid she would upset Calvin and he would dump her.

She was not so stupid.

Then she went away.

I still could not sleep. After twelve o'clock, I thought that Calvin should be asleep, so I stole to his room.

He didn't lock the door backwards, and I had the keys to all the rooms.

On the first day I lived here, I collected all the keys. I didn't think they would be of any use, but they always came in handy.

Tonight, for example, I can sneak into a room of who seemed like a stranger to me.

I was on tiptoe, but I knew how to do this kind of thing.

Once when I was working with the police on a case, I also slipped into the suspect's room in the middle of the night to look for clues.

In this respect, I had the audacity.

His clothes hung on a hanger.

I had habit of familiarizing myself with all the facilities and furniture when I lived in a new place. So I quickly found the coat hanger and felt his silk shirt by the moonlight outside the window. It was of good texture and slippery.

I felt the sleeve, and something hard touched my hand. It was a cufflink.

I hurried to touch the other sleeve, which was soft and empty.

That sleeve had no cufflinks!

I was so excited that my heart was about to pop out of my mouth, but my hands were still holding. I decided to pull the other cufflink off and take it back to my room for comparison. Suddenly, however, the room was brightly lit.

I could not open my eyes for a moment.

I put my hand over my eyes and turned to go to the door, only to bump into a man in the chest.

I knew who he was without looking up to him.

Calvin was naked to the waist, with strong body. His pectoral muscles were like two square big bread.

I looked up with a smile. "What a coincidence."

His face was gloomy. "I thought you'd touch my bed, but I didn't expect you to touch my shirt."

"I have a special hobby." I tried to muddle through with my nonsense, but he took me by the collar just as I was slipping away.

"Why do you touch my shirt at this hour of the night?"

I licked my lips and looked up at him.

Either he was playing dumb or I was. If it was really him, he would recognize me.

But he pretended not to know me, and I would not expose him.

I smile, "I am short of money. I have a rich man at home, so I want to borrow some money."

"I can call the police."

"This is my place. If you call the police, the police must ask you why you are living with me." I said to him this was bad situation, "If Miss Elena knows it, it will be in chaos."

He looked at me calmly, and I was a little anxious in his eyes.

I seldom lose myself in a man's eyes.

And his eyes were not so sharp at the moment.

He loosened the grip on my arm and took the shirt out of my hand.

"Go." He was concise.

Of course I took my life and ran faster than the rabbit.

I ran into my room, which had no door, and sat cross-legged on the bed. My heart was pounding with excitement.

Opening the rickety lamp on the bedside table, I slowly spread out my palms. Inside laid a delicate cufflink.

When he had just yanked my shirt out of my hand, I squeezed the cufflinks and pulled them off.

Taking another cufflink out from under the pillow, I put the two cufflinks together and pull the lamp down. Delicate cufflinks glowed brightly in the light.

My heart was pounding, and then there was another dead silence.

The color and the style were exactly the same.

Even the small diamond embedded above, they were both 9.

This was a pair of cufflinks.

One of them, on a certain day in a certain month of a certain year, was left in the presidential suite.

It turned out that Daniel sent me to Calvin's bed.

But I didn't understand.

Would Calvin still need this kind of way to have a woman with his identity?

He had only to say one word that there was no need for such sordid methods since a flock of women would like to come to him.

And just now, he looked at me with such disdain that he didn't look me in the eye.

I thought I was beautiful, but he had seen so many people and he might think that I was not that beautiful.

I had the proof, but the logic didn't work.

I hid the cufflinks where I thought no one would find them and went back to bed.

I'd been puzzling over it all night, but I could not figure it out.

But I could not ask him, "Were you the one who slept with me that night?"

Even if it was him, he didn't admit that he recognized me, it meant he didn't want to admit it.

I couldn't get anything out of it.

I never spent time on useless things, so I was going to keep quiet and infiltrate the enemy first.

I fell asleep in the middle of the night and woke up in the morning with two dark circles under my eyes.

I went to the dining room downstairs, where Calvin was already sitting at the table having breakfast.

I sat opposite him and grabbed a piece of bread and put it in my mouth. "Good morning, Mr. Knight."

I noticed that his shirt sleeves were rolled up..

Both sleeves are without cufflinks, so he rolled them up.

He ignored me and took his time eating porridge.

It was quite aesthetic for him to have a bowl of porridge.

I hadn't had enough sleep but I had a good appetite. I have had two bowls of porridge and a sandwich and a big plate of ham and eggs by the time he had a bowl of porridge.

He finished eating and went out, and I followed him.

His car was parked at the door, so was Marco's car.

When he saw me bending down to get into the car, he suddenly stopped and looked at me.

"I was curious about an unemployed journalist living in a luxury house and driving in a luxury car."

I looked at him. His play was so good that I could see nothing of it.

I bent down and got into the car, following his car closely.

As the car pulled out of an intersection, I saw a car in the rearview mirror.

It was Miss Elena who was driving. Because she followed me so closely, I could see that she wore a heavy makeup.

Could it be that she didn't go back last night and spent the night staring at the villa?