chapter 1: Alexander is here!
Lena
Strapping the back of my red, transparent gown—cut low in a deep V down the back—I let out a slow breath. Another session was over. Two rounds with a client, an old man still chasing anything in a skirt, his money the only thing that made it bearable.
With a sigh of distaste, I fastened my pendant back around my neck.
“You are fire, baby girl!” Mark complimented. I had no interest in his praise, so my reply was short. “Hmm.”
“Why don’t I take your number?” he asked, sparking a flicker of fury within me. I fixed him with a hard stare from where he lay on the bed. His potbelly, his crooked… everything… was not my desire.
“It’s against company policy,” I said, my voice flat. “And I’m still on duty.” I reminded him of the brothel’s iron-clad rules.
“Well, we are done, so should—” I didn’t let him finish. I was already pissed off from the boring, clinical s*x. Snatching my purse from the dresser, I moved to leave but paused. I couldn’t afford a pay reduction if he complained to the manager about my attitude.
“Speak with the manager if you have requests,” I informed him coldly. Without a backward glance, I shut the door behind me.
Breathing out, I adjusted my dress to avoid unwanted glances. As I walked down the hotel stairs, I couldn't help but recall how weak and crude Mark always was in bed. Yet he paid so well I could never afford to reject him.
Stepping outside, I was met with a heavy downpour. The night was deep, and finding a taxi would be impossible. The unwelcome image of Mark’s crooked p***s flashed in my mind, strengthening my resolve to walk in the rain and wash the memory of him away.
With each step, I calculated Mark's pay against my inherited debt and hissed dryly. I wasn’t even a quarter of the way to sealing it.
My thoughts then drifted to my anonymous client, Alexander, and a wicked smile touched my lips. He had the key to satisfying me. He had a style that made s*x perfect, an art form.
My phone rang, shattering the pleasant thought.
"Manager."The name on the screen made me hiss through my teeth.
“Hello?” I spoke coldly.
“Alexander is here. He wants you at his villa tonight.”
“What? But I just finished my last session. I should be resting!”
“Will you go, or should I—” he roared. I had to pull the phone from my ear in fright.
I have to go. I can’t risk my brother being tormented by my disobedience. It’s bad enough he’s already… away from my reach.
“I will,” I replied meekly. I had to. Alexander was a star payer, ranked among Asia’s top business tycoons. The manager’s threat was clear.
Within minutes, a limited-edition black Ford SUV pulled up beside me. It had been sent by Alexander to drive me to his villa in the hills—a thirty-minute journey.
With a snort as I slid into the plush leather interior, I realized the manager had given him my location.
The drive was silent, speaking to the driver wasn't part of my job. My duty was to service his boss. The thought made me shrug. "What does he think of me?"
But then a contradictory thought struck me, so sharp it made me shrink into the seat.
What does Alexander think of me?
