ログインStevanI can’t deny that Eric shook everything inside me. That he made me feel alive after so long. That, for a moment, I considered ignoring everything if he had simply asked me without a price, without rules, and without an expiration date.I think, deep down, that’s the real problem. Feeling disposable.“Do you really think I don’t know that?” I stood up, running a hand through my hair. “I realized what this life could give me when I took the money from last night. That man is ridiculously hot, but I don’t know if I could do it. In the moment, I might keep thinking about the contract—that in six months there’ll be someone else in his bed instead of me. That every day that passes will bring us closer to the end.”I let out a heavy sigh of frustration. Diego looked at me for a few seconds, took a generous swig of his beer, and turned back to me.“Dude… did you start falling for Winter?”Diego’s question caught me completely off guard. Was that it? Had I fallen for Eric… or was I just
StevanI headed home, but only after calming down a little. Even though I figured my mother would already be asleep, I preferred not to risk it.I opened the door slowly. No sign of her awake. I went to her bedroom in silence, just to check that everything was fine. That habit had become automatic over the years.I collapsed onto the living room sofa, and the conversation with Eric came flooding back, bringing with it that same burning indignation in my chest.“I’m more of an idiot than I thought,” I muttered, staring at the ceiling. “How could I let myself get carried away and actually believe he might be truly interested in me?”I glanced toward my mother’s room. As much as the idea made me feel sick, Eric had made it clear I could ask for anything.“Her treatment would be a good reason…”I shook my head and discarded the idea within seconds. I don’t think I could do it. Not like that.I stayed there, trapped in thoughts that wouldn’t stop circling, until my phone vibrated in my poc
I fell silent. The question caught me off guard. It had been years—since that time—since I’d even considered a relationship. Only contracts. Simple. Clean. Controlled. Until Stevan.“Christian, I won’t deny that Stevan affected me in a way that hasn’t happened in a long time,” I admitted, voice low. “But I still don’t know if I’m ready. You know all the risks that come with that.”“I know. One of them is falling in love. Eric, be honest with yourself. I’m the one who negotiates your contracts. You only look at photos and sign in person. This time was different. You would have fallen for him… with or without a contract.”“I’m not discussing this now,” I cut him off, feeling irritation rise. “He already said no. There’s no point in speculating whether I liked him, whether I would have fallen for him, or whether I would have forgotten the contract. I’m going to sleep. Tomorrow I’ll still stop by the company before I leave. When I get there, I’ll look at the people you selected.”I heard
EricI knew there was a chance Stevan would refuse my proposal.What I didn’t expect was how deeply the rejection would hit me.The moment he left the booth, I poured myself a generous measure of whiskey and walked to the glass. Below, the dance floor pulsed with lights, laughter, and bodies moving without weight. Meanwhile, I still tasted the bitter residue of his refusal on my tongue.From up here, I watched him come down the stairs and head toward the bar. Back to routine. Maybe he’d serve another client. Maybe he’d smile at someone who wasn’t me.I didn’t stay to watch. The reason I’d come tonight was to make the offer. He said no. There was no point in remaining.I told Ágata to close the tab and left without leaving anything extra for Stevan. Not this time.I took the VIP exit and went straight to the car without looking back—even though every fiber of my body wanted to do exactly the opposite. Wanted to see him one more time.When I started the engine and pulled away, the thoug
Stevan I stood there, frozen, feeling the weight of every word settle between us. For the first time, I had no answer. Because deep down, I knew she would never understand.“This has nothing to do with gender, Ágata,” I answered, trying to keep my tone calm, though it came out drier than I wanted. “It’s a decision I made for myself. I don’t care what people think.”“That’s exactly why this isn’t the place for you,” she shot back immediately, hard, leaving no room for reply. “Even down here, without needing to sleep with anyone, it still requires charm and seduction. I’ve watched you, Stevan. You don’t project confidence. You don’t believe in the potential you have, like there’s no mirror at home. You act like you’re ugly and boring… but you’re not. And deep down, you know it.”Her words prodded at the wound I’d been trying to ignore for years. Because yes, I knew I wasn’t ugly. I knew I had a decent body, that clients looked, that Ágata had seen dollar signs when she hired me. But kn
Ágata rose from her chair and came closer. The strong perfume invaded my space, suffocating.“Stevan, I made an exception because Diego asked,” she continued, voice lower but still sharp. “But I made it very clear when I hired you that I wanted someone willing to go upstairs.” She sighed, as if I were a stubborn child. “I promised double commission today. Apparently you didn’t put in any effort at all. The way Eric asked to end the service… made it clear he was annoyed.”And me?Did Ágata not even consider how I was feeling? Annoyed, hurt, and chest torn open inside? Apparently not. To her, I was just another waiter who could generate profit—as long as I was willing to open my legs for a bigger tip.“Like I said, Eric and I unfortunately disagreed on a few things,” I answered, trying to keep my voice steady even though inside I wanted to scream. “I’m sorry, Ágata, if I couldn’t hold his attention the way I did yesterday. But my job is down here. And I’m not going to do anything agains
I glanced at Diego. For a split second, I had the uncomfortable feeling that he’d read every silent word I hadn’t dared to say out loud.“If you were up for it, we could straight-up auction off your virginity,” he blurted, nudging my shoulder with a grin, clearly amused by his own idea.I nearly di
We pulled up in front of a private club.The place instantly set off every warning bell I had.Diego greeted the bouncers at the door like old friends—too comfortable, too familiar—and we walked straight in. The club wasn’t open yet. A few staff members moved around the main floor, adjusting lights
I grabbed my things and got up.I needed to clear my head, and somehow Diego always helped with that.When I stepped outside, I spotted him leaning against a brand-new BMW. I’d never understood how he managed things like this. He wasn’t rich. At least not officially. But somehow, luxury always seem
Stevan“Your mother is going to need additional dialysis sessions.”The doctor said it with the same detached tone someone might use to confirm an appointment time, not like he’d just split my life open. He kept talking after that. Kidney function. Test results. Percentages. Numbers.None of it rea







