LOGINThe dimly lit room seemed to shrink, the shadows closing in around Sophia like a suffocating embrace. Julian's laughter still echoed in her mind, a haunting reminder that she was in this all alone.
As Sophia sat, she suddenly felt a wave of panic. She couldn't do this. She couldn't just sleep with some stranger for money.
“Listen, I'm sorry,” Sophia said, trying to stand up. “I don't think I can do this”.
Julian's expression didn't change, but he nodded and gestured to Ma Rachel, who was standing nearby attending to someone.
Ma Rachel quickly stepped in.
“I'm so sorry for the inconvenience sir, how about I get you another girl”, Ma Rachel said, her voice smooth.
Julian's eyes narrowed. “No, I don't want another girl”, he said, his voice firm. “I want her”.
Ma Rachel raised an eyebrow. “Sir, I'm not sure that's a good idea”,she said. “She's….. different”.
Julian's gaze never wavered. “That's exactly why I want her”, he said. “Persuade her, Rachel. I'll make it worth your while”.
Her expression changed, and she nodded. “I'll take care of it sir”.
She turned to Sophia who was watching with a mix of confusion and fear.
“Sophia, what's the matter?”, Ma Rachel asked trying not to get angry.
Sophia felt a sense of unease, but Ma Rachel's grip was firm.
Sophia shook her head, feeling tears prick at the corners of her eyes. “I just can't do this”, she repeated. “It's not right, I have a boyfriend”.
Ma Rachel looked at her angrily and said.“ That man you see sitting right there, is the richest of all my customers. You better do the needful”.
Just then, one of the strippers, Savi, from the club walked over and joined the conversation.
“Ma Rachel, what's going on?” Savi asked, eyeing Sophia's distraught expression.
Ma Rachel then filled her in on the situation, and the stripper nodded thoughtfully.
“Listen honey, if I were you, I'd jump on this opportunity”, the stripper said. “That guy is a big fish. He's got money, he's got power……and he's got a reputation for being generous”.
Sophia felt a pang of doubt. Was she being foolish to pass up this chance?
As she hesitated, Savi leaned in and whispered, “Trust me, girl. You won't regret this”.
Sophia's mind started racing. She thought about her mother, lying in the hospital bed. She thought about the money, the possibilities and also about Alex, her boyfriend.
And then, she made a decision.
She pulled out her phone and called Tina.
“Hey girl”, Tina answered on the first ring. “What's going on?”
Sophia took a deep breath and explained the situation. Tina listened attentively, and then offered her own advice.
“You see, I told you already. Sophia, you need to think about what's best for your mom”, Tina said. “If this is what it takes to save her life……then so be it. It's not as hard as it seems”.
Sophia replied “I'm going to be cheating on Alex, What of Alex?”.
“Can you just stop talking about Alex and just do this thing” Tina fired back.
Sophia felt a surge of determination, she felt so bad for Alex but she had no choice. She was going to do this.
Sophia hung up the phone and turned to Ma Rachel, who was watching her with a knowing expression.
“Let's do this”, Sophia said, her voice firm.
Ma Rachel gave a smile of relief. “I'll take you back to him now”, she said.
As they walked back to the VIP room, Sophia felt a sense of trepidation. What was she getting herself into?
But she pushed the doubts aside and focused on the task at hand.
She was going to save her mother's life, no matter what it took.
Sophia got into the VIP room, where Julian was waiting. His eyes searched hers as she asked, “Are you ready?”
Sophia took a deep breath and nodded. “Yes”.
Julian smiled and stood up, offering Sophia his arm. She took it, and led her to his car . After that, they headed to a nearby hotel.
Sophia was surprised at how gentle and calm he was.
They got to the hotel room which was a beautiful space.
The room was dimly fit, with soft music playing in the background. Julian closed the door behind them and turned to Sophia.
Sophia's heart was racing, but she stood tall, her eyes locked on Julian’s.
Sophia shook her head. “I'm not a stripper”, she said. “ I just…..I had to do this for something”.
Julian's eyes searched hers, but Sophia didn't elaborate.
Instead, Julian nodded. “You’re not like the others, are you?, crazy, I promise to be gentle with you since you aren't a stripper like you just said”, he said.
Sophia felt a surge of gratitude, followed by a flutter of anxiety.
As Julian stepped closer, Sophia's senses went in high alert.
Without a word, Julian reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair out if Sophia's face. His touch sent shivers down her spine.
Sophia felt her resolve weakening, but she steeled herself. She was doing this for her mother.
Julian's eyes seemed to bore into Sophia's soul, as if searching for any sign of hesitation. But Sophia stood firm, her determination evident on her face.
“You're beautiful”, he whispered, his breath caressing Sophia's skin.
Julian's hands reached out, his fingers tracing the curves of her face. His touch was like fire, burning away her doubts and fears.
And then, without another word, Julian leaned in, his lips brushing against Sophia's. The kiss was like a spark, igniting a flame that threatened to consume them both.
Sophia felt herself melting into Julian's arms, her body surrendering to his touch. The room around them faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in a sea of passion.
The sound of rustling clothes filled the air, followed by the soft thud of shoes hitting the floor. Sophia's dress was pulled down, her bra discarded on the floor.
Julian's hands roamed her body, his fingers tracing the curves of her breast, her waist, her hips. Sophia felt like she was drowning, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of Julian's touch.
And then, in a movement that was both gentle and rough, Julian lifted Sophia on the bed, his body covering hers. Sophia felt a rush of excitement mixed with fear as Julian's lips claimed her yet again, his body moving in a rhythm that was both familiar and yet, utterly foreign.
The world around them melted away, leaving only the sound of heavy breathing, the rustle of sheets, and the soft whispers of pleasure.
As the night wore on, Sophia lost all sense of time, her body surrendering to Julian's touch, her heart beating in time with his. It was a night of surrender, a night of passion, a night that will change Sophia's life forever.
Just as Sophia thought she couldn't take anymore, Julian's phone rang, shrill and insistent. He ignored it, his focus solely on Sophia.
As they reached the peak of their passion, Sophia felt a rush of emotions she couldn't contain. And just as she was about to surrender
completely, Julian whispered something in her ear that made her heart skip a beat:
“This is just the beginning”.........
Sophia’s body went still as the elevator doors slid open with a soft ding.Out stepped a woman—tall, poised, dressed in a fitted black suit that screamed quiet authority. Her hair was neatly pulled back into a bun, and her heels clicked sharply against the marble floor as she walked. There was something commanding about her presence, the kind of confidence that didn’t need to be spoken.“Miss Brooks?” the woman said, her voice smooth but assessing.Sophia stood automatically. “Yes.”“I’m Mrs. Hale. I handle external affairs here at D Brooks Industries. I was told you came in to make an inquiry.”Sophia nodded, her fingers brushing nervously against her purse strap. “Yes, I just— I wanted to know who runs this company. I’ve seen the name ‘Brooks’ and… it’s my surname too.”Mrs. Hale’s gaze didn’t waver. “And you’re wondering if there’s a connection?”“Yes,” Sophia admitted softly.For a moment, Mrs. Hale said nothing. Then she gave a thin, polite smile. “That’s understandable. But I’m
Sophia barely touched her breakfast that morning. The sun was bright, pouring through the glass walls of the kitchen, but her world felt gray and uncertain. The night before had been long — endless hours of her lying awake, staring at the ceiling, thoughts crashing over each other like restless waves.Julian had already left for the office. The twins were with Emma in the nursery, their soft giggles echoing faintly through the house. Normally, that sound brought her peace. But today, her heart was anything but peaceful.She sat at the dining table, staring at her untouched cup of tea. On her phone screen was the Brooks Industries website she had been scrolling through for the past hour. Every time she saw that name, a strange chill ran through her. Brooks. Her surname.Her mother had always told her that her father had no family — that he’d died alone, leaving nothing behind but memories. So why did this company exist? Why did it carry her name?She whispered under her breath, “It can
The evening air felt heavy when Sophia got home. The sky outside was painted in fading shades of gray, and the soft hum of the city drifted through the open window. She dropped her purse on the couch, kicked off her shoes, and stood in silence for a long time.The clock on the wall ticked loudly. Every sound in the house suddenly felt louder than usual — the faint creak of the ceiling fan, the distant barking of a dog, even her own breathing. She wrapped her arms around herself and exhaled slowly.Jason’s words from the café echoed in her head like a haunting replay:“What’s your connection with Brook Industries?”Her connection?She frowned, walking to the window and staring into the quiet street. Cars passed occasionally, headlights sweeping through the living room like brief flashes of thought. She rubbed her forehead, trying to make sense of it.Her father was dead. That’s what her mother said. That’s what she believed for years. So how could his name — her family name — be tied t
The café was quiet that afternoon, tucked away from the rush of the main street. The air was warm, filled with the scent of roasted beans and vanilla. Soft jazz played in the background, and the low hum of quiet conversations made it feel peaceful — too peaceful for what Sophia felt inside.She sat at a corner table, close to the window. Her fingers traced the rim of her coffee cup while her eyes kept darting toward the entrance. She had been there for almost fifteen minutes, waiting. Her phone lay face-down beside her, the screen dark, her thoughts darker.When Jason finally walked in, she saw him immediately. He wore a plain white shirt, sleeves rolled up, and his usual confident walk made heads turn. He spotted her quickly and smiled — that familiar, easy smile he always carried. But to Sophia, it didn’t feel as warm as it used to.“Hey,” he said, pulling out the chair opposite hers. “Sorry I’m late. Traffic was a nightmare.”“It’s fine,” Sophia replied softly, forcing a small smil
The morning light spilled into the bedroom through half-drawn curtains, painting the walls in a warm gold. Sophia stirred slowly, blinking against the brightness. For a second, she reached for the spot beside her, expecting Julian’s warmth — but the bed was cold.She sat up, brushing a strand of hair off her face. “Julian?” she called softly. No answer.The faint sound of movement came from downstairs — the clinking of glass, the low hum of the coffee machine. She slipped out of bed, wrapping his shirt around her shoulders, and padded down the stairs quietly.Julian was in the kitchen, his back turned, sleeves rolled up, phone pressed between his ear and shoulder as he poured coffee into two mugs. His tone was low, controlled — but tense.“No, tell him I said the board meets at eleven, not ten,” he said, pausing. “Yes, I’ll handle the rest when I get there.”Sophia leaned against the doorway, watching him. When he finally hung up, she smiled faintly. “So much for a peaceful morning,”
The drive back home from the resort was quiet, not the uncomfortable kind, but the kind that carried warmth. The windows were half-rolled down, letting in the soft evening wind that swept through Sophia’s hair. Julian’s hand rested loosely on the steering wheel, the other stretched out to hold hers.Neither of them spoke much. The vacation had been everything they needed — peaceful, freeing, almost unreal. But as the city skyline came into view, the calm slowly began to fade, replaced by the familiar weight of reality.When they pulled into the driveway, Sophia glanced at the house and smiled faintly. “Feels weird to be back,” she said, her voice soft.Julian smiled back. “Yeah, I know. Feels like the air out here’s heavier than it should be.”She chuckled lightly. “You mean the air or all the business calls waiting for you?”He threw her a look, pretending to groan. “Please, don’t remind me.”They both laughed, and for a moment, it felt like the tension that lingered on their shoulde







