Chapter 1 First Meeting

Clara walked seductively, smiling sensually at a man who was now looking at her while raising an eyebrow. A sheet of a towel wrapped around her body had been released since the first time she stepped out of the toilet. Instead, bright red lingerie wrapped around her naked body—creating a silhouette of her sexy and seductive curves.

He greeted her and pulled her into his lap while rubbing her thighs in a seductive motion. His lips landed on the skin of Clara’s neck, kissing her hard while growling in a hoarse voice.

Clara smiled contentedly. She looked up and stared at him, touching his lips to trace his face with her tongue.

Not wanting to remain silent, he also did the same thing. Tracing Clara’s skin from her face to her neck.

Claire closed her eyes, savoring every touch he gave to her body. She groaned softly, then replied by doing the same thing.

“What should I call you by?” She whispered.

He raised his eyebrow. His sturdy jaw touched Clara’s chest line, sucking it gently. His sharp eyes were gleaming with passion—foggy and even darker than when they had first met just minutes ago.

“Should I tell you my name?” He rubbed her neck, moving further down while pulling Clara’s lingerie with one hard beat. His big hands traced Clara’s naked body—squeezing her chest, caressing the tops of her breasts until they moved lower and lower towards her core.

“I know that men like to hear their name called during the climax,” Clara whispered while biting his ear.

There’s no time for chatting. Two minutes after Clara arrived at his villa, she was immediately asked to enter the room. No pleasantries or dirty talk like some male customers usually like to do.

However, Clara didn’t mind at all. The sooner they started, the quicker she could get out of that fucking place.

“Really? Do you think I’m just like other men?”

“No, you are not. I know you’re a bit different,” Clara gave a seductive smile before moving her hand to touch his waist. Coming down until she found what she was looking for.

He groaned. His eyes were closed. And Cheryl swore that all her life, this man was the most handsome customer she’d ever had. The goddess of luck must be on her side.

“Then why are you asking me as if I’m the same as the guy you used to meet?”

“Okay, I’m sorry. So, what do you like?” Clara smiled again, then moved her head to take her hand.

Once again, He groaned. It wasn’t because of Clara’s hand but the movement of her tongue that swept along his stomach and waist.

“What if I like rough sex?” He pushed her away, tugged at Clara’s underwear in one fell swoop, and then spread her legs to her sides. His eyes seemed to grow darker, dissolving in a delightful passion.

“BDSM?” Clara raised an eyebrow. “Well, I don’t really like that way.”

“What if I make you like them?”

“Let’s see then,” she greeted with a seductive smile.

***

The sound of the phone ringing woke Clara from her sleep. Her eyes opened, she looked around and exhaled when she woke up in the arms of a strange man—a man different from the one the night before.

It is always like that. She will be in another sin when her eyes open—a new man, a new customer.

The groan of annoyance from the man sleeping beside her made Clara immediately grab her cell phone, which was ringing loudly.

Damn it. She slept very long, almost 3 hours.

That crazy man had her drained from the sex they had. BDSM is what Clara avoids the most while she is doing her job. She doesn’t like being tortured, tied up, and forced to do other crazy things.

“Turn off your cell phone or I will throw you out!” The man groaned in annoyance.

Clara snorted, then hurriedly ran towards her cell phone. She groaned in pain, then winced in confusion as she relaxed her limp legs.

Damn it. This man is really shit.

“Yeah, El? What is it?” Clara walked slowly towards the bathroom—lowering her voice so that damn man wouldn’t be disturbed.

With a naked body, Clara stared at her reflection in a large mirror installed in the bathroom.

Damn! That man is really rich. Clara couldn’t imagine how lucky the woman who became his wife was. Living well with abundant wealth is every woman’s dream.

“Where are you? Anthony was short of breath. I took him to the hospital because you didn’t come home.” Elena’s worried voice made Clara stare in surprise. Her heart was beating fast, and she was trying to stay calm even though her hands were shaking with anxiety.

“I… I’ll be right there. Make sure the doctor does what’s best for him!” Clara exclaimed as she hung up the phone.

She rushed to find the short dress that she had wearing when she came to this place. However, she could not find the dress.

Shit! Where did she throw the clothes? Didn’t she just put it here? In the bathroom? Then why isn’t it there now?

Clara almost cried when she couldn’t find her clothes. She can’t get out of this place with just a towel.

Oh shit! she has to go to the hospital. Anthony was short of breath, and she must come there soon.

“What are you looking for?”

“Oh, God!” Clara screamed in surprise. She turned her head towards the toilet door and widened her eyes as the man casually stood wearing shorts with a bare chest.

Clara ran to the end of the bathroom. She grabbed the curtain and covered her naked body. “Why did you come in here without knocking?!” She snapped. She quickly wiped away her tears, trying hard not to show that she was crying.

No, Clara was wrong. The goddess of luck was not on her side. What happened tonight was just another sinful illusion for her.

“What?” He shrugged his shoulders, “Why are you hiding from me? I saw everything in you. Did you forget?” His eyes stared sharply, probing Clara’s body hidden behind the toilet curtain with misty eyes full of passion.

“Get out of this room. I want to change clothes!” Clara snapped angrily.

“Why do you have to get dressed? Aren’t we done yet?” He smiled, amused, then walked quickly to the end of the room.

Clara’s eyes flashed angrily. She doesn’t like being played by men. “Go away! I’m done dealing with you. Make sure you send your payment on time or I’ll—”

“What would you do?” His hand gripped Clara’s wrist, pulling her roughly and pinning her against the wall. His arms were at Clara’s sides, showing complete control over her body.

Clara snorted “I’ll kick you!” Clara shouted as she stretched out her leg to kick his dick.

Less than two seconds later, that man groaned in pain. He took a step back, releasing Clara as he walked away. His face showed a look of pain, while his lips did not stop cursing.

Clara bit her bottom lip. Shit. She made a big mistake.

“It was your fault because you threatened me!” Clara shouted with a look full of doubt. She ran out of the bathroom, took that man’s black shirt that was lying on the bed, then put it on carelessly.

Before she stepped out of the room, she saw a nameplate made of glass lying on the desk. Lucas Mark Axton. So his name is Lucas? Somehow his name sounded familiar to Clara.

Clara rushed to wear long training pants lying on the chair. She doesn’t fucking care about his name because they would never meet again. Even she doesn’t care about her appearance too. The most important thing is that she wears clothes and can get out of this place as soon as possible.