LOGINMarilyn stood motionless in the center of the luxurious ocean villa, arms wrapped tightly around herself. The full weight of her situation finally hit her. She had come to work with nothing but the clothes on her back and her small black bag. No suitcase. No extra outfits. No underwear. No toothbrush or skincare products. Nothing for what could easily become several days on this island. The thought made her chest tighten with anxiety. Raymond stepped out of the master bedroom, hands tucked casually into his pockets. He took one look at her and read her discomfort perfectly. “You’re worried about your lack of luggage,” he said, his tone calm and direct. “Don’t worry. I’ve already made arrangements.” Marilyn blinked, stunned. Arrangements? Before she could ask for details, he continued. “I have a few matters to attend to,” he told her. “I’ll be back before dinner. In the meantime, relax and get comfortable with the villa.” Without waiting for a reply, he turned and walked out. The
Marilyn’s heart hammered against her ribs. The tinted glass partition had sealed them in complete privacy, and Raymond’s question still hung in the air like smoke. “In the note you left for me that morning,” he said, his voice low and steady, “you wrote that we should not meet again, even though the sex was good.” He turned his head to look at her fully. “Tell me, Miss Oxford… why did you say that?” Marilyn swallowed hard. The air in the luxury car suddenly felt too warm. She pressed her thighs together beneath her pencil skirt, trying to ignore the unwelcome heat pooling low in her belly. Memories of that night flooded her — his hands, his mouth, the way he had made her fall apart so easily. “I… I was drunk, sir,” she answered, keeping her voice as professional as possible. “It was a mistake. A one-time thing. I didn’t expect to ever see you again.” Raymond watched her for a long moment. A faint, knowing smile touched the corner of his lips. He could see the rapid rise and fall o
Marilyn sat at her new desk, her mind still reeling from the sudden announcement. She had come to work this morning expecting nothing more than another day of learning the ropes and trying to prove herself. Instead, in less than twenty-eight minutes, she would be leaving the building on a trip with Raymond Stewart — the man who now controlled both her job and her nerves. She had no idea how long they would be away or where they were even going. The realization hit her hard. She had nothing packed. No change of clothes, no underwear, no toiletries, nothing for an overnight stay or longer. How was she supposed to handle this? She stood up quickly, her heart racing, and knocked once on Raymond’s office door before pushing it open. He looked up from his laptop the moment she entered, then lowered his gaze back to the screen as if her presence barely registered. “I didn’t know you liked me this much, Miss Oxford,” he said casually, still focused on his work. Marilyn’s eyes widened in
Marilyn paced her small bedroom that night, still wrapped in her towel after a long shower. She could not stop replaying every moment from the day. The way Raymond had looked at her, the way he had spoken with such calm certainty, and how easily he had pulled out that envelope. How could he remember her so clearly after two full years? The thought refused to leave her mind. She ran her fingers through her damp red hair and sighed. She had completely forgotten to check her phone during the day. The office had a strict rule against personal calls and messages during work hours, so she had kept it tucked away in her bag. Now she climbed onto her bed, pulled the bag closer, and took out her phone. The screen lit up with several missed calls and unread texts. It was already 10:30 at night. Her mother would surely be asleep by now. Instead of calling, she typed a quick message. Marilyn: Hi Mom, I’m sorry I missed your calls and messages. The important thing is that I got the job. Today w
Marilyn coughed hard, trying to catch her breath after Raymond’s bold question. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. She stared at him, eyes wide, and forced herself to look confused. “I… I’m sorry, sir,” she said, her voice shaky but determined. “I don’t understand what you mean. Pay men after sleeping with them? That doesn’t make any sense to me.” Her pretense stunned him for a moment. Raymond had expected shock, denial, or even anger, but not this calm act of ignorance. He studied her face carefully. She was fighting hard to keep her expression neutral, but he could see the rapid rise and fall of her chest. He decided to push a little further, testing her restraint. He uncrossed his arms and took one slow step closer. His tall frame towered over her, and the rich scent of his cologne wrapped around her again. “You look familiar, Miss Oxford,” he said softly, his voice low and smooth. “Have we met before? Perhaps in a different setting… one where you felt very free to express yo
Merilyn was just out of the elevator. She looked around the ground floor and regrets filled her eyes. Her carelessness has caught up with her. Her career is gone. What was she going to tell her mother now? She walked forward, thinking. Her mother had wanted this career for her. She had worked hard to see her daughter out of college and now that she succeeded. The career ended on her first day. Her thoughts spiral and just as she was about to walk out. A voice called her. The person's voice was so loud that it caused everyone on the ground floor to look up. But the young woman didn't care. She just stepped forward to Merilyn. “First of all. My name is Kate Brown. I am also new here. And I am sorry that happened. But you have to go back. I think your work is not over yet.” “What?..... what are you saying?” Merilyn asked, stunned. She laughed a little, not understanding anything. She held Kate's hands. Kate kept laughing. “Yes, it's true. You should come with me. When Merilyn







