She rushed home, her heartbeat matching the frantic pace of her footsteps as she made her way to her parents' bedroom. Without hesitation, she grabbed a suitcase and began pulling out her father's clothes, folding each item with mechanical precision. She was midway through packing when the door creaked open.Her father stood there, his gaze filled with quiet confusion.She spared him only a brief glance before turning back to the closet, carefully unhooking the neatly hung clothes. One by one, she laid them on the bed, folding them with the same care she had seen her mother do so many times before."Are we leaving?" His voice was laced with uncertainty.A sharp pain stabbed at her chest, but she forced herself to stay composed. "Only you, Pa," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She couldn't look at him."H-Huh?" His brows furrowed. "But I have nowhere to go."She swallowed hard, forcing down the lump in her throat. When she finally turned to face him, she held his gaze, even
"Ma'am, we're here," the taxi driver's voice broke through her spiraling thoughts.She blinked, startled. The car had already come to a stop. She hadn't even noticed.Taking a deep breath, she slowly lifted her gaze. The towering five-star hotel loomed before her, its golden lights shimmering against the night sky. It looked luxurious, almost otherworldly—so different from the life she had known.This was where she would sell her virginity.Her stomach twisted violently. The overwhelming urge to cry clawed at her throat, but she swallowed it down. No. She couldn't break. Not now.Not when her father was counting on her."Ma'am?" the driver called again, concern lacing his voice."S-Sorry..." she mumbled, fumbling for her wallet with trembling hands. She handed him the fare and stepped out of the taxi, her legs feeling like they could give out beneath her at any moment.The moment she crossed the threshold into the hotel, the air changed. The scent of expensive cologne and freshly poli
She tilted her head up, only now realizing just how tall he was. She barely reached his chest.Her breath hitched as their eyes met again.Even with half his face hidden, his presence was overwhelming. The sharp planes of his jaw, the sensual curve of his lips—it was unfair how effortlessly magnetic he was.And yet, all she could think about was the mask.What did he look like underneath?As if drawn by some unseen force, her hand lifted, fingers trembling as they reached for it.Before she could make contact, his hand shot up, catching her wrist in a firm grip.She gasped.Not in fear—but at the heat of his touch.It was jarring. Blazing.His warmth seeped into her skin, chasing away the cold that had wrapped around her like a vice.Her eyelids fluttered shut.For a moment, she just let herself feel it—the contrast, the strange relief, the way his touch sent tingles up her arm.Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, then her gaze lifted back to his.Something flickered in her eyes. A si
She was nothing more than a sack of rice to him—hoisted over his shoulder with effortless strength before being tossed onto the bed.Her gaze flickered to the ceiling mirror, catching sight of her own reflection. Her eyes were dazed and hooded, her cheeks flushed with color, and her lips parted as she struggled to catch her breath.The hem of her dress had ridden up to her stomach, exposing her bare skin beneath. A deep sense of shame burned through her, and she instinctively pressed her legs together, desperate to conceal herself.But then he started undressing.The masked man—her first customer—stood before her, peeling away his clothes piece by piece. She sat up, clutching the blanket to her chest, as if
Her heart pounded wildly in her chest.Was this supposed to happen?Did cuddling come after sex—after a transaction like this?She lay on her side, her back pressed against him, his strong arm draped possessively around her waist. She could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, the rhythmic thud of his heartbeat, the warm gusts of his breath ghosting over the sensitive skin at the nape of her neck.It felt... intimate. Too intimate.Was this just routine for him? Did he do this with every woman he paid to f*ck?A quiet sigh left her lips.
The man wore a white dress shirt, unbuttoned all the way down, exposing the sculpted perfection of his body to her ravenous gaze. She snapped her mouth shut, suddenly aware of the very real possibility that she might start drooling.His broad chest was smooth, taut, and utterly sinful. Every dip and ridge of his abs seemed carved to perfection—dangerously tempting, impossible to ignore.Desire coiled low in her belly, tightening with every second she spent looking at him. It was almost surreal to think that just last night—or was it mere hours ago?—those powerful arms had been wrapped around her, holding her captive in a storm of pleasure.It felt like a dream. A wicked, intoxicating dream that left behind nothing but aching memories.
A yacht. She couldn't believe it. He had actually brought her to a yacht.And it wasn't just any yacht—it was afuckingopulent, luxurious yacht. She knew that a luxury yacht wasn't just about getting from one place to another. It was astatement. A symbol of immense wealth and power, something only the world's richest billionaires could afford.If she were anyone else, maybe she'd be impressed—maybe even flattered—that her client was such a high-profile figure. But not her. A cold shiver ran down her spine as the reality hit her.The way he looked at her—like she was a plaything. A toy. What if he decided touseher? Just like in the movies or those sordid articles she'd come across. The ones ab
Jessa's POVTimothy had indeed escorted her back to the cabin. The guy was undeniably handsome. He had a sharp, prominent nose and mesmerizing green eyes. Simply captivating. She hadn't come across anything unattractive on this yacht since she boarded, not even a hint.Even the man wearing a mask, though she hadn't fully seen his face yet, she could already tell there was something striking about him hidden behind that mask.With a sigh, she flopped down on the bed. She was still craving food. She lay on her stomach, arms stretched out, her eyes fixed on the ceiling as her mind wandered.She hadn't called her father yet. By now, he must be in Ilocos.
Jessa's POVTimothy had indeed escorted her back to the cabin. The guy was undeniably handsome. He had a sharp, prominent nose and mesmerizing green eyes. Simply captivating. She hadn't come across anything unattractive on this yacht since she boarded, not even a hint.Even the man wearing a mask, though she hadn't fully seen his face yet, she could already tell there was something striking about him hidden behind that mask.With a sigh, she flopped down on the bed. She was still craving food. She lay on her stomach, arms stretched out, her eyes fixed on the ceiling as her mind wandered.She hadn't called her father yet. By now, he must be in Ilocos.
A yacht. She couldn't believe it. He had actually brought her to a yacht.And it wasn't just any yacht—it was afuckingopulent, luxurious yacht. She knew that a luxury yacht wasn't just about getting from one place to another. It was astatement. A symbol of immense wealth and power, something only the world's richest billionaires could afford.If she were anyone else, maybe she'd be impressed—maybe even flattered—that her client was such a high-profile figure. But not her. A cold shiver ran down her spine as the reality hit her.The way he looked at her—like she was a plaything. A toy. What if he decided touseher? Just like in the movies or those sordid articles she'd come across. The ones ab
The man wore a white dress shirt, unbuttoned all the way down, exposing the sculpted perfection of his body to her ravenous gaze. She snapped her mouth shut, suddenly aware of the very real possibility that she might start drooling.His broad chest was smooth, taut, and utterly sinful. Every dip and ridge of his abs seemed carved to perfection—dangerously tempting, impossible to ignore.Desire coiled low in her belly, tightening with every second she spent looking at him. It was almost surreal to think that just last night—or was it mere hours ago?—those powerful arms had been wrapped around her, holding her captive in a storm of pleasure.It felt like a dream. A wicked, intoxicating dream that left behind nothing but aching memories.
Her heart pounded wildly in her chest.Was this supposed to happen?Did cuddling come after sex—after a transaction like this?She lay on her side, her back pressed against him, his strong arm draped possessively around her waist. She could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, the rhythmic thud of his heartbeat, the warm gusts of his breath ghosting over the sensitive skin at the nape of her neck.It felt... intimate. Too intimate.Was this just routine for him? Did he do this with every woman he paid to f*ck?A quiet sigh left her lips.
She was nothing more than a sack of rice to him—hoisted over his shoulder with effortless strength before being tossed onto the bed.Her gaze flickered to the ceiling mirror, catching sight of her own reflection. Her eyes were dazed and hooded, her cheeks flushed with color, and her lips parted as she struggled to catch her breath.The hem of her dress had ridden up to her stomach, exposing her bare skin beneath. A deep sense of shame burned through her, and she instinctively pressed her legs together, desperate to conceal herself.But then he started undressing.The masked man—her first customer—stood before her, peeling away his clothes piece by piece. She sat up, clutching the blanket to her chest, as if
She tilted her head up, only now realizing just how tall he was. She barely reached his chest.Her breath hitched as their eyes met again.Even with half his face hidden, his presence was overwhelming. The sharp planes of his jaw, the sensual curve of his lips—it was unfair how effortlessly magnetic he was.And yet, all she could think about was the mask.What did he look like underneath?As if drawn by some unseen force, her hand lifted, fingers trembling as they reached for it.Before she could make contact, his hand shot up, catching her wrist in a firm grip.She gasped.Not in fear—but at the heat of his touch.It was jarring. Blazing.His warmth seeped into her skin, chasing away the cold that had wrapped around her like a vice.Her eyelids fluttered shut.For a moment, she just let herself feel it—the contrast, the strange relief, the way his touch sent tingles up her arm.Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, then her gaze lifted back to his.Something flickered in her eyes. A si
"Ma'am, we're here," the taxi driver's voice broke through her spiraling thoughts.She blinked, startled. The car had already come to a stop. She hadn't even noticed.Taking a deep breath, she slowly lifted her gaze. The towering five-star hotel loomed before her, its golden lights shimmering against the night sky. It looked luxurious, almost otherworldly—so different from the life she had known.This was where she would sell her virginity.Her stomach twisted violently. The overwhelming urge to cry clawed at her throat, but she swallowed it down. No. She couldn't break. Not now.Not when her father was counting on her."Ma'am?" the driver called again, concern lacing his voice."S-Sorry..." she mumbled, fumbling for her wallet with trembling hands. She handed him the fare and stepped out of the taxi, her legs feeling like they could give out beneath her at any moment.The moment she crossed the threshold into the hotel, the air changed. The scent of expensive cologne and freshly poli
She rushed home, her heartbeat matching the frantic pace of her footsteps as she made her way to her parents' bedroom. Without hesitation, she grabbed a suitcase and began pulling out her father's clothes, folding each item with mechanical precision. She was midway through packing when the door creaked open.Her father stood there, his gaze filled with quiet confusion.She spared him only a brief glance before turning back to the closet, carefully unhooking the neatly hung clothes. One by one, she laid them on the bed, folding them with the same care she had seen her mother do so many times before."Are we leaving?" His voice was laced with uncertainty.A sharp pain stabbed at her chest, but she forced herself to stay composed. "Only you, Pa," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She couldn't look at him."H-Huh?" His brows furrowed. "But I have nowhere to go."She swallowed hard, forcing down the lump in her throat. When she finally turned to face him, she held his gaze, even
The entire 13th floor was exclusively Mr. Guiller Moretti's office, as confirmed by the woman who greeted her—his executive secretary.She stepped inside, her gaze sweeping across the expansive space. The walls were made entirely of glass, giving an illusion of openness, while at the center sat an imposing office desk. In front of it was a long conference table, surrounded by twelve chairs spaced apart just enough to maintain an air of authority.Behind the glass desk sat Mr. Guiller Moretti himself."I didn't expect you to come this early, Ms. Chongson," he greeted with an easy smile. "Ms. Tenorio, get us some drinks," he instructed his secretary before gesturing to the chair across from him.She sat without hesitation, her eyes locking onto his."I don't have the money to pay my father's debt, Sir," she stated outright. There was no point in stalling, no room for shame. She had to get straight to the point before she lost the nerve to say it. Her stare remained steady, unwavering. T