Carlos blinked open his eyes, roused from slumber by a haze of confusion. Fragmented memories of the previous night's incident swirled in his mind, reminding him of the man who had interrupted his encounter with the intriguing silver-haired beauty.

As he sat up, he found himself in unfamiliar surroundings. The room, adorned with white walls accented by golden trimmings, exuded an air of opulence and grandeur. Stretching out before him, it seemed far too spacious for his comfort.

A dull ache permeated his body, each limb protesting as if it had borne the weight of a heavy burden. Gingerly, he reached up to touch his forehead, discovering a tender bump. He concluded it must be because of that man from last night.

Suddenly he heard the loud noise of people chatting outside the door. His already irritated mood worsened further.

As Carlos mustered the strength to rise from the bed, the door swung open with a deafening crash, unleashing a swarm of people into the room. Like voracious bees drawn to honey, they descended upon him, brandishing cameras in a frenzy.

Realization dawned upon Carlos as he recognized the intruders to be reporters, their eyes hungry for sensational stories and scandalous headlines. Anger surged within him, boiling over as he shouted at the intrusive mob.

"What the hell are you doing? This is a blatant invasion of privacy!" 

His voice thundered, laced with indignation and fury. He instinctively shielded his face behind his hands, seeking refuge from the intrusive glare of the cameras. 

"I am going to sue you all!" he bellowed at them.

As the reporters bombarded him with probing questions, Carlos felt as though his mind was being overwhelmed by a deluge of chaos. Each question struck him like a physical blow, leaving him reeling in confusion and disbelief.

"Mr. Oswald, are you really into guys?" The words hung heavily in the air, a piercing inquiry that cut through the tumultuous atmosphere of the room.

"Is this the type of man you really fancy?" Another question followed, laced with insinuation and speculation.

"Are you really into threesomes, Mr. Oswald?" The final question landed like a hammer blow, sending shockwaves of disbelief reverberating through Carlos's mind.

His thoughts spun in disarray, his mind struggling to make sense of the onslaught of questions. In his dazed state, he attempted to rise from the bed, only to realize that he had been naked all along. His body bore the evidence of the night's events, with red scratch marks scattered across his chest and along the side of his waist.

Frustration welled up within him, mingling with a profound sense of disorientation. He felt as though he was trapped in a nightmare, unable to comprehend the surreal reality unfolding before him.

He covered himself with the blanket and cautiously stepped out of bed. His foot brushed against something on the floor, eliciting a groan from beneath the covers. To his astonishment, he discovered two men lying nearby, one young with fair hair, the other older and more muscular, both naked. 

Carlos was dumbfounded seeing not only the naked men but also various types of suggestive things scattered around the floor.

Reporters continuously clicked pictures not wanting to miss the opportunity to get the spicy details of one of the famous budding advocates of Worcester city, Carlos Oswald.

Carlos's assistant hurriedly made his way through the crowd, clutching a bathrobe. 

With a mix of frustration and embarrassment, Carlos snatched the robe and draped it around himself, shielding his modesty from prying eyes. As he attempted to leave, he felt a firm grip on his ankle, turning to find the burly man on the floor whispering groggily.

"Hush babe, I promise next time I allow you to take control"

In a fit of frustration, Carlos forcefully kicked the man away before storming out of the room, his assistant close behind.

"Carlos Oswald, the famous budding advocate of Hutson law firm was found with two men in the grant hotel of Spirit. It is reported that the three were in a sexual relationship. The evidence and photos obtained from the hotel clearly states that Mr. Carlos…"

The TV went black when the women switched off the remote. She set her lips in a thin line. Her brows furrowed in deep frown.

"Do tell me my dear pet" she leaned forward and lifted the man's chin who had been kneeled in front of her for more than two hours. She caressed his cheek,

"How do you feel when the pet you raised with love and care gets sullied by the stray dogs?"

"Hm? Tell me, my dear Carlos", the woman caught his chin in firm grip until her nails left a deep gash and blood started to seep through it.

Carlos didn't even flinch as he was accustomed to it. He gazed at her without expression.

"Forgive me master. I was attacked unconscious and unaware of anything that happened last night"

"I will never betray you master"

The woman hummed and left her grip. She moved beside his ear and whispered 

"You should be dear or I will show you the meaning of living hell" she kissed the side of his head and left the hall.

Carlos continued to kneel as his gaze darkened. If not for the advantages he gleaned from his association with this woman, she will already be six feet under.