Chapter two

Gabrielle Thompson woke up to the chirping of morning birds. Her neck, thighs, and hips ached, but the pain seemed almost negligible as she lay on a warm surface. As she lifted her head slightly, the surface shifted beneath her. She glanced down to see bare skin.

Somehow, they'd ended up in the backseat, with one of them lying on top of the other. Not long after, a loud, sharp scream pierced the air. Khan, who'd been dozing, jolted awake and bumped his head on the car ceiling.

"How dare you take advantage of me?" Gabrielle demanded, scrambling to find her clothes. The only garment she had on was a brown shirt that wasn't even hers.

"On the contrary, you took advantage of me," Khan protested, his voice firm but calm.

Gabrielle was clearly the one who'd initiated their encounter. As Khan noticed her searching for her clothes, he gestured outside the window with his thumb.

"You even threw my clothes out?" Gabrielle accused.

"I didn't; you did," Khan replied, unfazed by the situation, while Gabrielle's face turned bright red.

She'd slept with a stranger – a total stranger. Her first time had been with someone she didn't even know.

Khan opened the car door. "Where are you going?" Gabrielle asked.

"Obviously, to get your clothes or prefer to stay like this," she shook her head "dummy," Khan said with a smirk, stepping out of the car with his bare torso and black pants. His hair was tied up in a neat bun, accentuating his chiseled jawline.

As he picked up her pink bra, a bus full of students passed by. The students' faces lit up as they caught sight of Khan's puzzled expression and the bra in his hand.

Khan tossed the bra and leather crop top back into the car and slammed the door shut, leaving Gabrielle to get dressed.

Khan Anderson, how could you be so reckless and untamed? he thought to himself, shaking his head.

Not only had he taken advantage of the situation and refused to admit it, but he couldn't stop thinking about the night.

He also couldn't acknowledge that he'd been in the wrong.

"Maybe if I act as a rich guy, I'll be safe,"

He'd only driven her home because she was the daughter of his dad's boss.

"Ugh, Dad's going to kill me," Khan muttered to himself, banging his head against an electric pole.

Khan was having a full-blown meltdown, muttering to himself like a crazy person. "Did I really call her 'dummy'? Yeah, I'm a dead man walking. I'm gonna need to start planning my own funeral – and buying my own coffin, because let's face it, nobody's gonna show up."

Meanwhile, Gabrielle was having her own crisis inside the car. She was trying to put on her clothes and return Khan's shirt, but it was covered in a mysterious stain that looked suspiciously like blood. "Great, just great," she muttered.

They had thought them all this in human biology, she lost her hymen.

Gabrielle frantically searched for her phone, but it was nowhere to be found. All she had was her trusty purse, containing essentials and cash. Stepping out of the car, she looked disheveled in Khan's shirt, with only her bra underneath. Khan noticed her movement and struck a pose, smoothing his hair.

In daylight, Gabrielle's porcelain skin contrasted stunningly with her shoulder-length coffee-brown hair, now tousled from the night. Her esmerald green eyes sparkled with innocence and hinted at rebellion.

Gabrielle pulled out a checkbook and signed a $10,000 check. "Here, take this for the shirt and the discomfort; I must've overdrunk yesterday." Her voice was soft and gentle.

Khan stared, unmoving, his piercing gaze locked on hers. "You think you can buy me with this?" he smirked. "That shirt's worth way more."

Gabrielle added two other zeros and thrust the check into his hands. Khan tore the $1 million check into pieces, letting the wind carry them away.

Gabrielle recalled every detail of their night; she'd initiated their encounter. "How do I repay this stranger now?" she muttered to herself worried.

"Don't worry, I won't tell your dad or publish this," Khan said firmly.

The situation was awkward.

"Your friends and family must be searching for you. Where should I drop you?" Khan asked, opening the passenger door.

She really didn't want to get back in the car, but what choice did she have? No way could she wait for a taxi wearing just a shirt. Once inside, the atmosphere turned icy.

"I am heading to the Thompson's resident," she said, staring out the window.

When she glanced at Khan, her face flushed. She looked away, feeling shy.

"What's your name?" she stammared.

Khan's eyes went wide, like a kid who just found out the Tooth Fairy was actually his dad in a tutu. He was trying to remember the name of a rich kid in LA that she didn't know.

Who didn't know the Thompsons? They were like the Kardashians, but with more money and fewer selfies.

Their first daughter was even bethroded to the richest guy around.

As this realization hit him, Khan's hands slipped on the steering wheel, and he swerved the car sharply, narrowly avoiding a nearby tree. Gabrielle let out a terrified scream and clung to him. When their eyes met again, she turned bright pink and quickly looked away.

"I'm sorry," Khan said, composing himself. "By the way, my name is Khan Ambers." He revealed his identity as the son of the second richest family in LA but they were now located in China.

Gabrielle's eyes widened in surprise. "I thought the Ambers had only one son?" she asked, puzzled.

Khan's expression turned cryptic. "It's complicated."

Gabrielle understood the implication - that Khan might be an illegitimate or adopted child. But she was relieved that her first time had been with a member of a wealthy family, regardless of the circumstances.

"I'm Gabrielle Thompson," she began, introducing herself. "First child of the Thompsons..."

Before she could continue, Khan pulled over at a nearby convenience store. He got out of the car and entered the store, emerging with a pair of loose trousers and a white flowery t-shirt.

"One million dollars, wife to be of Mathew Carbello" he muttered, shaking his head as he gazed at the clothes. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. "Rich kids love throwing away money like it's nothing."

He gazed at the agent in-between his legs.

"Boy you really fuck up, you might even get cut off one day," he got more depressed.

He paid for the clothes and received a receipt. "Fifty dollars for pants and a top? That's outrageous, ma'am I need a discount,"

the old lady at the counter look up to him with a if you don't want it, you can go away look.