ry'

sign idea. A hobby that I have now developed into a skill over the past few years. M

re occupied by a certain blue-eyed man. I finally drop the pencil an

rst name. My fingers tap rapidly on the phone's keyboard. 'Ethan

hat appear. There are many things I learn about him at

act that I was a surrogate for the wealth

ture,and even the entertainment industry. He is a powerful billionaire, and from what I see in the artic

yesterday! The thought has my head pounding. He is

oom, and even more so when he asked me to sleep with him.

is expression change from worry to anger. His face grew so dark it could literally drip ink, and he had stormed out of the private room. The ot

rough my clothes with the aim of finding an appropriate fit for the evening. He instructed me to dress nicely, and I don't plan on doing anything that might make him c

he doesn't fulfill his part of the bargain? My legs feel weak, and I mi

an'

es. I was taken from my lust-filled state back in the private room yesterday into a moment of pan

s had only been bawling his eyes out and asking for his mother before h

hose father turned out to be a 'business' associate, Charles Mar

ne security guard! Just her and the maids. That's why I am hesitant to take my sons to her plac

My son never meant t

ild—my son." I interrupt,a frown marring my features as I process the thought.

connections and success if I couldn't even protect them? I feel a heated gaze on me, and I shift my gaze to see t

e to society. Your son will be in my torture room for exactly forty-eight hours; you can come

es, hysterically crawling forward in an attempt to hold my

wnstairs travel to where I am seated, and I

u can see the consequences now!" Charles speaks, scolding h

t ready to see the couple quarrel in fron

, enjoying the cool breeze from the evening. Such a cool breeze.

nd me make me

ng irritated at the interrupti

"You have an appointment

e him. "I can never for

*

as I stride towards the private elevator that lea

tep into the golden walls of the elevator carrying the king's emb

t soon the elevator dings

uch to my satisfaction. I use my card to open the door

the middle of the room. She is dressed in a white dress that accentuates her figure and has a deep neckline that gives me a view of her fair cleavage. Her red hair

wing. My feet move as if they have a mind of their own, a

fting around. That shy action of hers has my

st escaping me as her soft body fits perfectly again