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
Alexa had said goodbye to her true love, Sangmin before Jean came that night and took her virginity.Alexa kept the skull of her former lover in a blue chest in the attic. Do Sangmin was the man's name. He was a Korean doctor who was good-looking, kind and intelligent, but also reserved. Alexa loved him deeply. Sadly, he died before they could get married. However, Alexa still loves him and hopes to meet him again in the afterlife. Now, she had to give her body, her virginity, to Jean instead of her beloved Sangmin. Alexa wanted to say goodbye to Sangmin.“I am going to work as a sex worker, Sangmin. Sorry, my love.”Alexa held the skull of her beloved man safely in her arms. She walked towards a nearby forest close to the florist's area as the sun was about to set. She walked through the forest, where the trees were far apart. She went further, exploring and searching for a fitting place to bury Sangmin's skull.After walking for a while, she discovered the perfect spot, a small area
Alexa has spent two decades in an environment where a small scandal being spread online could ruin one's career. This emphasizes the importance of having a good reputation. A good name is crucial. Twenty years is ample time to embody that ideal. While attending the ballet academy, Alexa aspired to become a professional ballerina. When some of her friends were caught selling themselves to guests, they were immediately expelled from the academy. Their dreams were destroyed, regardless of their incredible talent.Her coach used to say :“Everyone has faults and sins, but it's important to conceal it if you want a successful life. Show a pleasant personality and be an hypocrite, if needed.” At the time, she was still called Moon-young.Moon-young was taught to present herself as: a good, pure and innocent girl, like the first snow that falls in winter. She was also expected to be smart, well-mannered, and behave like the daughter of a famous CEO. Moon-young did not express her sexuality a
That same night, the Reverie dinner party's main room was decorated in anticipation of an important guests. Chandeliers, lots of sofas, candles, even the walls were painted red. A more luxurious long dining table was brought in to replace the old one. These invited guests were too rich and special to be seated at a cheap table. They were not ordinary CEOs, of course, but much more important than it, they are men from a secret powerfull society. There were about 20 of them."That leaves the huge black wing decorations, the stripper pole stage, and the girls. How can they have a party without the pretty girls?" Mr Reverie said to his staff as he watched the preparations for next week's dinner party."But the girls are forbidden to have intercourse with the guests, sir. That's our agreement with them.""Renew the contract. This time they will get fucked. Let them each choose one girl to fuck. I'm sure the girls won't refuse..""Yes, Mr Reverie." The employee said with downcast gaze."Sen