"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?
"I honestly want her to take my virginity."After the argument, Jean called Alexa to say he couldn't come over tonight because he was busy."That's too bad. I've already decorated my room for our first night." Alexa said from the phone."I'm sorry, darling. I'll be all yours in the next morning."And indeed, that night, after a long day's work, Jean relaxed alone in his warm bath. Like Alexa, he loved to drown himself in the bath. When he was almost out of breath, he would lift his head out of the water."She belongs to my brother." Jean thought.After he finished the bath, his father came to his room. He quickly put on a clothes and opened the door for him."I heard you had a row with Gilbert," his father said, sitting at his desk."We didn't have a serious fight, fatjer.""Then why did he bruise your nose? Jean, I already know everything. Gilbert told me that you were after his girl. I know you like hookers, but don’t touch this one, she belongs to your brother.""I'm not with Gilbe