Inara had already entered the building. However, she didn't see anyone she knew inside. She paced around the hotel lobby, hoping she could meet the person she'd seen.
"Miss, I'd like to ask you something. Is there a hotel guest named Mora?" the woman asked the receptionist.
"I'm sorry, miss. We can't disclose information about our guests."
Inara then reached into her bag and pulled out some money. She placed it directly in front of the neatly dressed woman at the reception desk.
"Please!"
"I know you from the news, miss. You're wealthy, but we still won't disclose guest information to anyone."
"Miss!"
Inara turned around. Behind her stood a man wearing cream-colored jeans and a black shirt with the top slightly unbuttoned.
"Zack."
"I'm very happy when you call me that."
"You changed so quickly."
"Of course ... For the customers, so they'll be satisfied."
Inara curled her lip. She wasn't interested in talking about that with Jeki at all.
"Um ... Are you sure you want to go this far? What about your classes tomorrow?"
"Miss ... I may be naughty, but I'm never late to campus."
"You talk too much! Once a man has satisfied his urges, all he wants to do is sleep soundly."
"That's why you should try me, miss. Then you'll know how hard I can make the bed shake."
Inara swallowed. The next second, the man's phone began to ring.
"Hello, baby boy. Third floor, room thirteen."
"Okay, darling. I'm coming."
The call ended. "Have you booked a hotel room yet, miss?"
"Not yet ... Which room are you going to?"
"Third floor, room thirteen," the man replied.
Inara booked a room for herself as quickly as possible. "Okay ... I got room twelve."
"Huh! Why are you following me, miss?"
"Because I've rented you."
"Miss, I—"
"Shh ... Be quiet."
Jeki simply walked away. They took the same elevator. When they reached the third floor, Jeki pulled something out of his bag.
"A Halloween mask," Inara murmured.
"I'll send you my picture later, miss. I guarantee you'll have a heart attack. Bye, my dear miss."
Mwah!
Inara's eyes widened when Jeki kissed her cheek. Then the man entered one of the rooms. Not about to sit still, Inara immediately entered the room next door.
"Dad."
"What is it, Rakha?" Rans asked.
"Can't you be a little firmer? Nara left me, Dad."
"Think about what made her leave you. Who was the one fooling around behind the other's back? Her or you?"
"Look ... Is it really wrong for me to sleep with other women? I have urges to satisfy too, Dad."
"Fine ... Then marry that prostitute."
"Dad ... Come on, I only sleep with prostitutes for fun. I love Nara. I'll be a good husband to her."
Rans slowly shook his head. He was already tired of teaching his son, so when he found out that Rakha had been sleeping with women of the night, his reaction was completely flat.
"If you want to be a good husband, prove it to Nara. Not to us," the old man replied.
"Sometimes Dad wonders about you. Whose attitude did you inherit? Your mother and I never did anything stupid. But you—" Rans slowly shook his head.
"I don't know what kind of company we failed to notice as you grew up. You're not even married yet, but you've already slept with so many women."
"It's not sleeping with them. That's their job, isn't it? I pay them a certain amount of money. I'm not just accepting the pleasure they give me."
"Okay! So what's the benefit of sleeping with women? Do you feel satisfied? While they've already serviced so many men."
"I'm not really satisfied. That's why I can rent three women in a single night."
"Rakha, Rakha ... If you don't change your attitude, no woman will ever be able to stay with you."