Ryan woke up in his bed, his gaze falling upon a crimson stain marring his pristine white sheets. "That was her first time?" he murmured, a flicker of guilt passing through his eyes. "God, I should have been more gentle."

He got up, his movements sluggish, the weight of his actions settling on his shoulders. He called his trusted secretary, demanding to know the whereabouts of the girl he had slept with the night before. As he settled into his car, his secretary's voice crackled through the speaker.

"Sir, we can't locate the person. She's registered under a different name."

Ryan let out a sigh, his frustration growing. "Whatever," he muttered, dismissing the matter with a wave of his hand. "I don't want to waste my time finding her. I'll find a wife in no time." He stared out the window, his gaze distant, his thoughts already turning to his next conquest.