His Pretty Debt (I)

My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

I stood outside the tall glass building in the middle of downtown, staring up at the words “Vanguard Tower” glowing in cold white letters. My cheap black heels were already hurting my feet, and my heart was beating so hard I could feel it in my throat.

This was my last option.

I took a deep breath and walked into the lobby. The security guard barely looked at me before nodding toward the private elevator. Apparently, I was expected.

When the elevator doors opened on the 58th floor, I stepped into a world that felt completely different from my own. Dark marble floors, floor-to-ceiling windows, and silence so thick it felt expensive.

A woman in a crisp white blouse was waiting for me.

“Miss Ellis?” she asked politely. “Mr. Kane will see you now.”

Kane. Even his last name sounded dangerous.

She led me down a long hallway and stopped in front of a set of heavy wooden doors. She knocked once, then opened the door for me.

“Mr. Kane, Miss Ellis is here.”

I stepped inside.

The office was massive. One entire wall was glass, showing the glittering city skyline below. In the center of the room sat a large black desk, and behind it was the man who now held my entire future in his hands.

Alexander Kane.

He looked even more intimidating in person than in the photos I’d seen online. Early forties. Broad shoulders. Sharp, aristocratic features. His black dress shirt was rolled up to his forearms, revealing thick veins and powerful muscles. His dark eyes lifted from his laptop and locked onto me like a predator spotting prey.

For a few long seconds, he said nothing. He simply studied me — slowly, shamelessly — from my legs to my chest, then finally to my face.

“Sit,” he finally ordered, his voice deep and commanding.

I carefully sat down in the leather chair across from him, pressing my knees together tightly.

Alexander leaned back in his chair, watching me with cold curiosity.

“So you’re the girl who thinks she can pay off her mother’s $180,000 medical debt by working for me,” he said, his tone almost mocking. “Tell me, Miss Ellis… what exactly do you think this job entails?”

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice steady.

“I’m a fast learner. I can work long hours. I’ll do whatever you need me to—”

“Whatever I need?” He raised an eyebrow, a dangerous smirk pulling at his lips. “That’s a very risky thing to say to a man like me.”

He stood up slowly and walked around the desk, stopping right in front of me. He was so tall I had to tilt my head up to look at him.

“I don’t need a secretary, Miss Ellis. I have three of them. What I need…” He reached down and gently lifted my chin with two fingers, forcing me to meet his intense gaze.

“…is complete obedience.”

His thumb slowly brushed across my bottom lip.

“And I don’t think a sweet little thing like you understands what that really means.”

Alexander Kane’s thumb was still resting on my bottom lip, pressing gently like he was testing how soft I was.

The simple touch sent heat rushing through my entire body. I hated how my thighs instinctively pressed together. Hated how my nipples had already hardened against my cheap bra.

He noticed.

Of course he noticed.

A dark smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he slowly dragged his thumb down, pulling my bottom lip slightly before letting go.

“You’re already blushing,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth. “I haven’t even done anything to you yet.”

I couldn’t speak. My mouth felt dry.

He walked back behind his desk but didn’t sit down. Instead, he leaned against it, crossing his powerful arms over his chest. The way his shirt stretched across his broad shoulders made it hard to focus.

“Let me be very clear, Miss Ellis,” he said, his eyes never leaving mine. “I don’t hire girls for their typing skills. I have people for that. The girls who work directly for me… serve a different purpose.”

He paused, letting his words sink in.

“They belong to me. Their time. Their body. Their pleasure. Everything. I own it while they’re under my roof.”

My breath hitched.

Alexander’s eyes slowly traveled down my body again, this time with zero shame. He stared at my breasts, then at my crossed legs, like he was imagining what I looked like underneath my dress.

“I’ll pay off your mother’s entire debt — all $180,000 — in full,” he continued. “In return, you will live here, in the penthouse above this office. You will be available to me whenever I want you. Day or night.”

He tilted his head slightly.

“And when I call for you… you come. No questions. No hesitation. You spread your legs, open your mouth, or bend over whichever surface I choose. Do you understand?”

The way he spoke — so calm, so filthy, so certain — made my pussy throb shamefully. I could feel myself getting wet just from his words.

I should’ve been disgusted. I should’ve walked out.

Instead, I found myself whispering:

“…For how long?”

Alexander’s eyes darkened with satisfaction.

“Six months. You’ll be mine, completely, for six months. After that, your debt is cleared and you’re free to go.”

He pushed off the desk and walked toward me again, stopping so close I could smell his expensive cologne — dark, woody, and dangerously masculine.

He leaned down, bringing his lips close to my ear, his breath hot against my skin.

“But I should warn you, little girl…” he whispered, his voice dropping into something sinful.

“Most girls don’t want to leave after six months. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be addicted to the way I fuck you.”

He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, his expression pure lust.

“So tell me, Scarlett… are you going to sign yourself over to me? Or are you going to keep pretending you don’t already feel that little pussy getting wet for me?”