"What is this shit?" Alexa said when she again found strange items on her doorstep the next morning. She found shoes, bags, dresses, panties, and even fresh lilies.
"Isn't this the dress from fashion week yesterday? It was expensive. Who put this in my house?" She said. She then read the piece of paper that was with the items. "Alexa, my angel, I knew you were short on clothes. So, I bought you these, all from famous designers. Wear them, and be proud in front of your friends because you wear the most branded clothes. You look so good in white underwear, you know? One day, I can put it on myself in your pretty body. There are also lilies, your favorite flower. I hope you're doing well today. Have a nice day. With love, your soulmate." "How does he know that I like lilies? Who exactly is this person? I'm getting scared, for God's sake." Alexa didn't wear the clothes that her “soulmate” had given her. Her body got trembling for fear even when she showered. She immediately went to work without even wearing makeup.She took her remaining money and important documents with her. She was too scared to live in her own house. She planned to stay in a hotel for a few days. * "You're not wearing the clothes I gave you." Gilbert thought when he saw Alexa working and not wearing the dress he gave her. Gilbert watched Alexa by pretending to be a guest in Café Louise, the cafe where Alexa worked. "Alexa, don't test my patience. You should wear that fucking clothes," He thought.When Alexa was caught off guard, he stole the opportunity to secretly take a photo of her inner thigh. “Time to go to the bathroom.” He said, smirking as he saw the color of her underwear.Exiting the café, he bumped into his twin brother, Jean. "What the hell are you doing here? Are you following me?" Said Gilbert. "On the contrary, Gilbert, I should be asking. What are you doing here? It's far 40km away from home. And you don't seem to have any business here. You've been going out a lot lately, so I followed you. I am curious.""You really are an annoying little brother. I am just go for a walk."Just then, Alexa came out of the café to take out the trash. Jean and Gilbert noticed her. They both looked at her.
"That's Alexa, right. So, this is where she works." Jean thought. Jean was happy that he at least knew where Alexa worked. He was fascinated that the girl still looked beautiful even though she wore a café waitress outfit. He recalled when the girl gave him his first kiss last night. "Hey, Jean," Gilbert said, making Jean come back to his mind. "Yeah?" "That café waitress who took out the trash is pretty, isn't she?" "Huh? Yeah... well, she's really pretty." Jean said. They both kept looking at her until she got into the café back. "I think since you came all the way here, you should at least drink first," Gilbert said as he pulled his brother’s hand into the café. "This is bad. If Gilbert learns that I know Alexa and tells Father about us, father might get rid of Alexa. Anyway, Alexa and I have to pretend that we don't know each other. I hope Alexa does it too." Jean thought.Jean and Gilbert were not identical twins. Their only physical similarities are their height (190 cm) and fair skin color. Gilbert's hair is golden blonde, and his eyes are bright blue. Jean's hair is milky-brown, and his eyes are brown. Gilbert's face looks like his father's. Jean's face looks like his mother's. Alexa would never realize they were twins unless they told her. Alexa was surprised to see Jean in the cafe. Her hands were shaking as she took their orders. Jean began to notice the way Gilbert looked at Alexa. And when Alexa left them, he asked: "Gilbert, do you like that waitress?" Gilbert shook his head. "I only noticed her because she was pretty." Gilbert lied to Jean. "Yup, she is so pretty. Let's ask her if she's available for a one-night stand. She deserves ten thousand dollars for those tits." Jean said as he laughed. But Gilbert took Jean's words seriously. And he became angry and jealous. Realizing that Gilbert was angry, Jean stopped laughing. "What?" Jean said. "Jean, how dare you sexually harass her?""Wait, what? I am not. I was just joking.""Are you degrading her because she's just a cafe waitress?" "Hey, you're being redundant. I was just joking." Jean said. "Ah, never mind. Don't joke like that anymore." "I don’t know you respect women a lot. Since when you become gentlemen, brother." Shortly after, Alexa came to their table to give them their food. Jean then started joking again. "Hey, Miss," Jean said."Yes." "If I give you Ten thousand dollars, Will you give your virginity to me?" Jean said, repeating what he said to Alexa last night. Alexa laughed at that. "No, but I'll give you my first kiss, mister." They both laughed, but Gilbert was filled with jealousy. He was furious at his brother’s words. "How dare you. It's not you who will take her virginity; it's me. She is mine," Gilbert thought. He was even angrier when he saw Jean laughing. So, he couldn't take it anymore. He punched Jean right in the face. Jean fell to the floor with his mouth bleeding. A commotion ensued. * "What are you two doing? Fighting over a cafe waitress? This is really embarrassing." Their father said. "Jean, father. He tried to harass a cafe waitress. I was just defending the girl." "But you didn't have to punch your brother in the face, Gilbert." "I'm sorry, I was. I was just very angry.""And who was the café waitress that made you fight. Jean, do you know her?"
"She's just a regular café waitress." Both twins said simultaneously. They were trying to protect Alexa. "Okay. Jean, I won't tolerate it anymore. If you flirt with a café waitress, a prostitute, or any girl again, I will eliminate that girl. I won't let another girl come between you and Renata." Jean snorted in annoyance. He went into his room. To quell his anger, he punched the wall. "Why can't I get close to the girl I like? Damn father. Do you think your threats will scare me? I'm going to get Alexa’s heart no matter what.""You know all women's cunt taste the same, Jean." Jean's father said."But, i don't want just a cunt, father. I want a lover. I want to meet the love of my life.""There Is no such a thing called love, boy. All women are fold diggers. No one will love you truly, all they love the most is your money. And that's fine. Even Renata love you because you are financially equal to her." Jean lost his virginity at the age of 20. He is the type of man who likes around beautiful women. He is a womanizer playboy. However, Jean doesn't think of his sleeping partners as "his personal whore" or "sugar baby". He refers to them as "a lover". And so he was always looking for woman, and it made his father angry."Stop bring a whore in this house. If you need a woman to satisfy your hypersexual behaviour, do it hiddenly." His father said when Jean bring his lover to their house one day."Woman is not just a cunt. Although for me, woman's cunt is the best type of recreation of my boring life. But, woma
"My princess." Jean said before he kiss Alexa's hand."So, you wanna fuck me like a gentleman?" Said a flattered Alexa as Jean kissed her hand.Then, Jean placed Alexa under his body."You're looking better and better, aren't you?" Alexa said."Do you like me on top? Do you prefer misionary or doggy style or woman on top?""How I suppose to know, Jean? I am a virgin.""Ah, I almost forgot that. Don't worry, honey, I'll be gentle.""No, I like rough sex.""Wait, what?""I like watching porn videos when I'm bored. And from those porn videos, I think hardcore is more fun.""As my princess commands."Jean then stripped off his clothes."God, this is heaven. You know, Jean, seeing a handsome man naked is the greatest moment of my entire fucking life.""Well then, enjoy the show, darling."Jean then took off his pants. Now, he was completely naked. Alexa's heart was racing and she became nervous looking at Jean's athletic body. Jean had muscular, eight-pack abs and strong biceps. His smooth
Alexa was in the bath when she received the call from Lady Renata. She was in a bad mood, so she didn't pay much attention to the call.Alexa had scratched the back of her ear, leaving an open wound that bled so badly that it discoloured the water in the bath. She immersed herself in the bath, almost wanting to suffocate herself. Alexa wasn't allowed to have any injuries in her skin, except for the part behind her ears, because it wasn't as visible. Her skin had to be perfect from head to toe for her job, a whore disguised as a waitress." He's perfect," Alexa thought wryly.She pictured Jean and all the perfection he had, making her drown in feelings of jealousy and pain."He was born with that beautiful face. And me? I had a lot of plastic surgery. He's filthy rich and I'm dirt poor. He's so smart, I didn't even go to university. His life has been perfect since he was born, whereas me? Even if I work myself to an early grave, the best thing that ever happened to me was to be his pe
Alexa was once a human until she became an object—a sex doll, to be precise.And Jean was born an object; he wanted to be treated as a decent human being. And for that reason, he personally hates his God."God was dead. I have murdered him," he said frequently, quoting Nietzsche's most famous line. Jean hated his God. And he often cried at night, wondering why God had created him only to make him suffer. He came to the conclusion that God actually did not exist.As a second son, Jean was unwanted. His mother and father were more focused on raising Gilbert as the successor to their company. Jean was just a backup; no one cared that he had more leadership, confidence, and extroverted traits than Gilbert. Gilbert was a genius; he was smarter than him without a doubt, but he was more talented at science than the mundane knowledge of running a business."He is my genius brother; he should have been a physicist instead of a CEO. The unfinished curiosity of a genius always leads to madness,"
No one would know that a billionaire man was carrying an overdosed prostitute to his car.Jean never wears flashy clothes every time he leaves his house. He always wears a turtleneck, an outfit that suits every level of society. He looks like the bad boy on the cover of a teen novel, not a billionaire man. His family's identity was kept well secret from the general public. He never appears on television, just as his pictures are never on social media.Jean took Alexa to the nearest hospital."Melatonin shouldn't have you dying. Those mafia are mad, Alexa," thought Jean, seeing how bad the effect of the popular sleeping pill brand was.At the hospital, even the doctors couldn't believe that she could be dying from taking high doses of melatonin."How much did she consume, sir?" the doctor asked Jean."I have no information about it. Tell me, doctor, is she going to die?""No. She will not die. She just needs bed rest for a few days.""Then what actually happened to her? It's not the me
"Don't take those sleeping pills again, Alexa." Jean said.Jean was driving the car. Alexa was in the seat next to him. She still look very pale and lethargic."What's wrong with the pills? I've been on it for years. And this time I am sick because of an overdose, Jean." Alexa replied in a flat tone."Do you really think you got sick last night because of an overdose of melatonin? Oh baby. You need to take thousands of melatonin if you really want to go to hell.""Still, I wonder. What's wrong with these sleeping pills?""Just look for another brand of sleeping pills, melatonin or any other sleeping pills, it's all right. But don't take this one brand, Alexa.""What's so special about Meladonna (the brand of melatonin Alexa used to take)? Isn't it just the same melatonin as the other brands?""It's a secret. I can't tell you now. Just don't take that meladonna again, baby." Jean said, still not looking at Alexa.Alexa pouted. It was the first time Jean had refused to give her somethin
Jean led Alexa into a district. "Welcome to the flower shop, home of the mistresses. You will also live here now." Jean said.The area was called "The Florist" because, strangely enough, rich men kept their prostitutes in the same area. The comfort women, 'the flowers', everyone called them. From the agencies or brothels that brought them up, they became not just men's pleasures, but more like "concubines" who influenced the mind of a king. Sometimes a flower is asked to spend a night with a rich man to persuade him to make an important decision, with sweet talk and manipulation of course, not with business tactics. And believe me, it works! Of course, the flower has to be good at seduction, manipulation and deception, they are trained for that. Alexa didn't come from an agency or a brothel, so she didn't know anything about the florist's accommodation and wondered why the mistresses had to live in one. But she didn't say anything because she was very grateful that Jean had bought h
As soon as Jean got home, he opened the envelope whose Alexa's love letter inside. Surprisingly, he couldn't understand what the girl wanted to say in her love letter. The "love letter" was more like a riddle to him."Whatever is this, women are hard to understand." he said.He took the love letter to his brother, Gilbert, who had returned home, and was now at their home gymnasium practicing kick boxing, his favourite sport.When he arrived at the Gymansium, he saw Gilbert kicking the heavy bag."I need your help." said Jean."For what?""Deciphering the love letter my new girlfriend gave me."Gilbert wasn't a womaniser like Jean, but he magically understood people, making Jean often felt a pity that someone as smart as him could have schizophrenia.Jean handed the love letter to Gilbert, who was still in the ring. Gilbert took off his gloves and grabbed the letter from Jean, and read it carefully.His eyes widened as he read the letter, and he began to gape."What's wrong? Is it bad?