LOGINI 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
StevanReprimandI kept walking down the hallway without looking back. Every step felt heavier, as if the floor wanted to pull me under.I could still feel everything: the indignation burning in my chest, the hurt tightening my throat, the taste of that kiss clinging to my mouth. It was halfway down the stairs that the reality finally hit me. I stopped suddenly, one foot on the step, the other still in the air.“I… stood up to Eric Winter?”The question came out in a whisper, but it slammed into my head like a brick.Great, Stevan. Congratulations.I’d always wanted to say what I thought. How many times had I imagined confronting my former boss, the idiots at the company, and the teachers who looked down on me? A million times. But I’d never had the courage. And now, of all moments, I decided to open my mouth with the one person I could least afford to cross?“He’s the owner of the fucking company where I work,” I muttered, feeling panic climb up my spine. “Can I already consider myse
StevanHe fell silent. For the first time, I saw Eric Winter without a ready answer on the tip of his tongue. He almost rolled his eyes. Almost. But he held back.“Stevan, you’re just scared.”“No!” I locked eyes with him, refusing to look away. “I’m disgusted.”His jaw tightened even harder. Rigid. As if I’d slapped him.“Did you read the part where I can give you anything you want?” His voice dropped a tone, dangerous. “You don’t need the money for your mother’s treatment anymore? She doesn’t need a transplant?”It was a punch straight to the chest. Because it was true. It was everything I wanted most in the world. The reason I was here, working myself into the ground, smiling when I wanted to scream. But not like this. Not with him.“Yes, she needs it,” I answered, my voice coming out firmer than I felt inside. “But I’ll get it my way. Without selling my body. Without becoming a luxury mistress with a six-month contract and a disposal clause.”He took another step. Too close. The s
I grabbed my things and stood up. I needed to clear my head, and Diego, as always, had a way of making that easier.I headed downstairs and spotted him leaning against a shiny new BMW. I never understood how he pulled it off. He wasn’t rich—at least, not on paper—but he’d always lived surrounded by
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
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
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