His Cuban cigar smoke diffused throughout the room, suffocating the freshness in the air. Bright rays pierced through the slightly opened blinds, giving a glimpse of the court dress hanging on the vintage coat rack. It looked like a normal office with a personal coffee maker. Big enough to fit over thirty people. It could've passed as a decent one, if and only if the alive bodies weren't struggling to get up from the floor.
He stood behind his desk, which was piled with stacks of documents, and faced the large casement. "Six men, yet it wasn't enough to catch a girl?" His dangerously calm voice was laced with a tone of threat. "We were almost there..." a man said as he fell to his knees. "Yes, Chief. We almost had her!" the other echoed."Almost?" He turned around and dashed over, grabbing the plump guy by his neck. "What if I tell you that right now... I almost want to kill you?""W-We beg... beg for your forgiveness." The man fought to breathe, his face turning purple. "You don't deserve it. None of you do!" the Chief exclaimed and hurled his henchman across the room. "I paid for her to be here with me. I bought her.”He gave a twist to the gigantic vase at the corner. It creaked. The loaded bookshelf turned around, revealing the dark secret behind it.Clover's photos were all over—from fully covered to strapless and everything in between.Ogling with his longing eyes, he rubbed his hardened cock against the pictures and moaned. "You have no idea how much I yearn for this day to come. Her neck, the curves of her breasts, her slender legs. I lust for them all.""We would've succeeded if he hadn't appeared!"He shifted his attention to the speaking man."He?""Kyle Lee.""Ah... The rising star."***Clover twitched her brows as faint voices floated to her ears. A warm flood of orange light fell onto her lids. Not bothered by them, she brushed away the itch on her face and stuck her leg out of the cotton blanket to continue her sleep.
All of a sudden...
"WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO YOUR BRAIN?!"Clover jerked awake to see the large picture window above her. The sun was hanging high, surrounded by layers of blue knobby clouds that reminded her of her own home. She sat up straight and pulled her legs to her chest. Her nose crinkled at the sour stench from her plain white T-shirt. She glanced around the room, trying hard to understand whatever she could. Piano keyboard, drum set, acoustic and electric guitars, and multiple award trophies; none of them were of any familiarity to her."Where is this place?" she muttered, shaking away the fogginess in her mind.Anxiety kicked in. Something wasn't right somewhere.She sprung out of bed at once.'Okay, so before coming here, there were the bad men who captured me. Then I met the idol star, Kyle. He helped me, and I succeeded in escaping. After that... What was the last scene before I passed out? Hmm... the last scene... The last scene before everything turned black...'
She snapped her fingers. "Oh, God.""ARE YOU FREAKING SERIOUS?!"The scream came through, breaking her train of thought. A commotion was going on outside. Too loud for her to ignore. Stretching her arms apart like she was walking on a thin stick, she tiptoed to the door—eavesdropping."She can just disguise herself as one of my makeup artists. What's the big deal?"It was Kyle's voice.
"Do you really think your fans wouldn't notice you're keeping a girl in your house?”Brandon."Why are you sounding as though she's my scandal? She's just a mere girl who faced trouble yesterday. All I did was lend a hand. You helped her too!”"Yes! I helped her so that she could get on with her own life without disturbing yours!""She isn't disturbing my life. Look, I'm still here, perfectly fine in front of you!""W-What's wrong with you, Kyle? Why are you taking her side when you know nothing about her? Count yourself. How many events have you skipped because of her?""You know my principle, Brand'. Girls are never meant to be exposed to any kind of danger."She heard sighs. More than once certainly. And no more replies after that. Soon, the sound of slow and heavy footsteps coming in her direction floated across the air. 'Crap!' Her pupils shrank. 'What should I do? Hide? Stay? Sleep?'But it was already too late to hide and too nerve-wracking to stay. Third choice—sleep! She ran back to the bed and pulled the blanket over her face just in time before she was busted for having woken up.The sliding glass door squeaked open. Someone was entering. While she was guessing who the person was, the jingling of the rock and roll bracelets and the faint minty smell gave her an answer."What's your name?" He dragged over a stool and sat next to the bed. 'He knew I was awake...?'"I wonder what's your name..." Kyle repeated. But this time it sounded more like a mumble than a question.He pulled the edge of the blanket, revealing her sleeping face. Clover held her breath, and butterflies in her stomach fluttered violently when he took her hand. Her heart was pounding so hard against her chest that she was afraid he might hear the beats. "Mom is gonna be so proud of me if I tell her that I saved a girl from becoming a sex slave, don't you think so?" He reached out to touch her pinkish cheeks. "But how and why did you end up like this? What happened to your family? Where are they?”As he spoke, he started removing the bandages around her wrists, which she wasn't aware of. Like an expert, he dipped a cotton bud into the Dettol solution and applied it to her wounds. The scars weren't anywhere close to healing, but the blood had stopped leaking, at least. The remaining gauze roll fell to the polished porcelain tiles. He watched it unfurl and wasn't bothered to pick it up.
"What am I going to do about you?" He heaved a sigh, burying his face in his folded arms on the queen-sized bed. "Can I send you back to the airport so you can return to where you belong? Will you be all right if I do so? Will the men hunt for you again the moment I leave you alone?”Tons of questions, but zero answers."I made a promise... a promise..." His voice trailed off.Clover opened her eyes slightly, taking a peek at him. He didn't notice anything; it was partly because she was too scared to even breathe properly. She remained still until he made his first soft snore.'Ah... Ouch...' She pushed her body to sit up.The blanket on her flopped to the floor all of a sudden as she stretched to ease her numbness. She froze, waiting for any extra noises to be heard.
Luckily, there was none. Kyle was still asleep. She thought of moving him to a better position for rest. But on second thought, she probably wouldn't be able to do it the way she wanted. Worse come to worst, she might just tumble on him, and he'd wake up thinking that he shouldn't have saved her.Hence, instead of doing anything else, Clover casually dropped the blanket over him and reached for the door.
"So you're up," Brandon said as soon as she stepped out. He was sitting on the couch in his loungewear, munching on a can of Mister Potato Crisps. "After a day and a half.""A day and... a half?""Yea... Wait," he paused, sparing a glance at his G-shock. "To be more exact, it has been 38 hours, 45 minutes, and 55 seconds since you were brought here."Clover parted her lips to speak but was interrupted. "Kyle is the kind of guy that cannot stop himself from meddling in matters that are related to weak girls, like you. So please don't think he has a crush on you or something like that.""I understand. He's a nice guy.""Of course. And it's good that you know." His tense shoulders loosened a little. "So when are you leaving?""Leaving?""Well... You gotta know that we aren't some sort of charity organization." He shrugged. "Helping people in need just isn't our responsibility."Exactly. Brandon was right. What was she expecting? She didn't even belong here in the very first place."I'll—""Who said she's leaving?" someone cut in.Kyle."I thought I said she's going to work in my studio?" His voice was stern.Brandon took a step forward and wanted to argue. But the solemn expression on Kyle's face made him swallow back all his words.Gentleness took over as he turned to look at her. "Don't worry about him. What's your name?" he asked.Clover was shocked. From the corner of her eye, she could see Brandon stomping his foot. He winked at her when she looked at him. He did it so much that it almost looked like he was suffering from a stroke. She knew what he was signaling. But at that moment, she chose to ignore it. She needed to leave indeed. But perhaps slightly later wouldn't cause much harm either. After all, she had nowhere to go but here."Clover Hon, my name." She smiled. "Seventeen this year.""Very well. Listen here, Clover Hon. Right now, starting from this moment, you're my personal assistant." He grinned, displaying his perfectly aligned teeth."Personal... assistant?" she repeated, her eyes dancing in shock.Brandon choked, spitting out the potato chips in his mouth. He flashed an intense glare at Kyle while clearing his throat.
Ignoring his manager, he tossed her a set of female clothes. "Bear with these first. You'll be following me for my events starting tomorrow.
"B-But—"Kyle turned her around and pushed her back to the room to rest. "It's set. You just regained consciousness. Don't worry too much about this."The day had just started. Familiar arguments from yesterday reached her ears again. Brandon's voice was clearly furious despite having suppressed his volume. He was still trying his best to stop Kyle from entangling himself with her. Leaning against the door, Clover stared at the female clothes she was holding. "I miss home," she muttered as she stepped into the minimalist bathroom. Turning on the tap, water gushed down the sink as she stared deeply at her own reflection. Broken lips, lifeless eyes, and messy hair—nothing close to good or well. A completely different person than before. Who would've believed she was born with a silver spoon? She cupped the running water and splashed it on her face. The good times were gone. "Hang in there, Clover Hon," she said, feeling the drips coursing down her chin. "Don't give up." "You're gonna regret this, Kyle." The conversation became clear the moment she walked out. But Kyle ended it before she could get involved personally. "Wow, Cl
The entrance to the performance hall wasn't open yet. Everyone was already crowding outside though they had to bear the morning that was heating up a little bit too quickly. Upbeat music playing in the background was escalating their excitement. "Brandon, you didn't tell me I was supposed to sing in a fan signing event," Kyle said, eyeing the long queues as his van made a sharp turn. "That event in your head is not even for today. Too much time for the unnecessary that you mixed up your schedule, huh?" he grumbled. The arm of the boom barrier lifted, allowing the van to pass through. That squeak drew instant attention. Euphoria was turned on. Exhilarated fans immediately dashed forward and leaped over the metal barricades. Road safety was no longer applicable at the moment. All they wanted was to get in the view of somebody they admired. Brandon peered to continue driving ahead. Too many things were blocking the windshield, and it was only getting worse. He couldn't see. "Wear thi
"FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE!" the crowd shouted. Warm orange lights turned on and flooded across the packed hall. A male figure was walking up the apron stage carpeted in an exquisite shade of red. "Hello everyone! I'm Teddy, the host for today. First and foremost, let's take this chance to express our sincerest gratitude to our nation's No. 1 lawyer and also our top sponsor today, Mr. Jack Lee, for his continuous support in this fan meeting event." He snapped his fingers, signaling the camera to focus on the VIP seat. "Mr. Jack, would you like to come up to say a few words?" A man in his late 40s flashed up on the large projector screen. He was decently dressed. "Who'd want to listen to an old man?" he joked when someone passed him the mic. Hints of white hair on his head peeked through. "They aren't even here for me, to begin with." "Oh, come on! You're far from being old. We still need you to uphold justice." "I'll continue upholding it. But for now, please don't mind my pres
Compressing her lips into a thin line, Clover cupped her swollen face and ran behind the drapes, away from the stage. Her black mask was drawn down her chin, drenched in her very own tears. Those contemptuous gazes and mockery from the crowd resembled ceaseless gunshots piercing through her chest. They were bashing her for the silly mistake she made. It was suffocating. She needed to be alone. Needed silence. As soon as she stepped out backstage, noises around the bustling city drowned out the critiques and came clear in her ears. Propping her head against the wall facing the sun, she could hear cars honking and people talking. About what? She had no idea, but it probably wouldn't be anything worse than what she was experiencing at this moment. With a heavy sigh, she stared up into the layers of blue tenuous clouds. Trees rustled. Gentle and calm as always. The sky was still the same, still the piece that once connected her family together. Back then, nobody dared to raise their v
The dull yet captivating beige color of the traditional architecture exuded an air of tranquility. Delicately-carved antique vases were placed along the corridor outside. Portraits of remarkable imperials across dynasties were hung on the wall. They were separated by calligraphies in between that explained the evolution of the word characters."I'm really sorry for the long wait." A tall man pushed open the wooden door with a bamboo tray in his hands. "Here, have a taste of our chocolate mud cakes." He offered them to the people queuing up outside the café. "How much longer do we have to wait?" asked a young lady in her thick foreign accent as she shifted her weight to her left leg. She looked a little pissed. Pursing his lips, he spared a glance at the crowded space inside. Then, he turned around and said, "We're trying our best to be as fast as possible." "Oh my God! This is amazing!" someone in the line interrupted in a loud voice before the lady could say anything more. "Hey, t
Toying with the furry keychain at the zip of her black Gucci sling bag, she swung on the cushioned bar stool outside her CEO's room. Her pink glossy lips glistened under the ceiling lights. Sitting cross-legged, she rested her chin on her palm and turned on her phone screen every five seconds to check the time."Uhh... Come on..." She knocked her teal stiletto heels to the concrete marble floor."Stella!" A bald man in his mid-30s walked over while stirring the black Americano in his personalized mug with a spoon. "Did you receive my text? NightChanted is looking for you to be their brand ambassador.""Morning, Carl." She waved her hand. "Yea. But decline it for me, please. I've never heard of any fashion brands with that name before."He arched his faded eyebrows. "Wow, that's fast. I did a background search, and it's pretty legit though." "Nah, you know I don't simply take up jobs like that." "True enough. Why are you here anyway? I thought you've taken days to be on vacation?""Ex
A week had passed since the incident. Clover rubbed her palms against the cup of Americano she made for herself. Its warmth was easing the morning chill biting into her skin. She watched the streets from the twentieth floor. The sky was dark; lamp posts were still turned on. A soothing breeze blew past her hair, leaving behind faint cooling touches on her face. She took a deep breath. It had been a long time ever since she felt this peaceful. "Why do humans love making things complicated when the world can be so simple and beautiful?" She stroked the rough marks on her wrist. Lingering feelings of fright from those lightless days remained strong and clear in her mind, dragging her back into the trauma every time she tried to step beyond. If it weren't for Kyle, she dared not what kind of situation she'd end up in by now. "Kyle..." she muttered, resting her arms on the steel handrail. "I promised Raymond to take care of you, but look what am I doing now?" Before long, someone knocke
Walking out of the BMW, Clover dropped her gaze. The courage to look him in the eye drained even more when embarrassment from that day flooded across her soul. "Clover!" Kyle called. "You all right?"Again. She was losing herself in his concerned voice. "I'm... sorry," she muttered. "Hey, don't be! Things are fine now." Smiling, he patted her head. The silver dog tag chain hanging down his neck glinted under the bright sun as he bent his body slightly to look at her. "I'm glad you came back. You got me really worried for the past few days.”"I screwed up your event, Kyle. How can you not be angry at me?""Because it was just an event."Hearing that, she was stunned for a moment. "You're too kind.""Kind?" He ran his fingers through her hair and tousled her ponytail. "What about now?"After days of being down in the dumps, it wasn't until then that Clover finally let out a faint chuckle. "Hey...""You look really nice when you smile, Clover. I hope you'll never lose it," he said. "Co