I was staring at the white ceiling of the powder room inside the club's dressing room. I choked on the mouthwash that I had in my mouth as someone started banging on the door. "Isla, are you in there? You have a VIP client waiting for you!" said the club's manager. I quickly spit out the mouthwash from my lips and stared at the door with my eyebrows almost meeting and about to form a line in the middle. I dried my lips with the back of my palm as I walked towards the door. I just left the VIP room almost ten minutes ago after I entertained a regular client. I am not expecting another client for at least an hour from now, but oh well. Who am I to reject an opportunity to make more money than usual? "Did I hear it right? Why is she getting another client? She just had her second VIP one moment ago, and now you'll give her another good-paying client? Felix, this is unfair. You're playing favorites!" Veronica, my sworn enemy, started to rant and whine as I left the comfort room. She dar

"Oh my. She looks exactly like our Rory." A woman in her early fifties commented as soon as I walked inside a mansion. From the intricate details on the high ceiling of their home down to the circulating air all over, everything in there screams luxury and not the kind of luxury that I am already aware of. This definitely screams the luxury of the top one percent in our society. Suppose my type is seen as rats by the rich people that I am exposed to. I am sure I am nothing but a speck of dust to this family. God, who are they? Why do they have everything that I want in life? "Dear?" The elegant woman with a soft voice spoke. She handed her hand to the old man standing beside her. I can see a glimpse of Nicholas's features on him that made me assume that he is the master of this household."Isla, she is Rory's mother. Claudia Spencer." Nicholas correctly introduced me to the woman. I looked at her and flashed a wide grin on my lips. When I am about to offer her my hand, I can introduc

Calm. I need to stay calm. I faked the knotting of my forehead as I made eye contact with him. I am not going to let this man intimidate the shit out of me and make me lose my first million dollars.I slowly pulled a sarcastic smile on my lips as I tilted my head but still stared at him. "Can't you guess? Your bride runaway but this family can't afford to lose this business deal, and so here I am. An impostor who looks exactly like her." I made sure that I wouldn't stutter as I said those. Confidence is the key. Reverse psychology always works like a charm, and I hope it does wonders this time. "I see. When I saw you last night. You weren't having your bridal shower." I shake my head at him. "No. I was out partying and enjoying my last day as a single lady, dancing on someone else's lap as I tried to grasp that I was going to end up in a marriage with a man who was always away. I'd be sexually starved. Just by thinking about it." I rolled my eyes mid-air, "I am starting to hate you

"That's a mind-blowing orgasm. Fuck, you are so good." Those words slipped out of my mouth, and when I realized it. It was too late. Kairos already heard him, and I bet he has his brain cells memorizing it.God, Isla! Yes. It's the most satisfying orgasm that you've ever had, but you don't have to boost his confidence like that. Now Kairos will start to think like he's some God for freaking great sex, but if I am being honest. For sure, he could be one. Eros, the God of romance or so, wouldn't mind. "Want to spend the night at my place?" He asked after he sat right beside me. I was wearing just my bra and underwear. I silently breathe deeply as I catch my breath. When I opened my eyes. I found the expensive gown lying on the floor as if it cost nothing but a dollar that we can always find in the dollar store.With my eyes still pasted on the gown. Eyeing its intricate details. I give Kairos a mischievous smile. "Why would I spend the night at your place? It's unladylike to spend the

Kairos stopped in front of Spencer's driveway, but I remained nailed on my spot, not wanting to move even an inch. I badly want to bite on my fingernail as my anxiety starts getting the best of me.What would I say if they asked me why Kairos would want to move in with him after they left us together for less than two hours when Rory had been following him around like his golden retriever, and yet he didn't even pat her on her head once as a form of showing his affection? What should I say? That Kairos probably fell for my charms? We all know that I don't have charms and best believe that they know entirely about my background, though they won't say it straight to my face. I think they would eventually find out that I fucked with their daughter's husband. "Rory, we're home," Kairos said, which snapped me back to reality. I glance at him. He is already waiting for me outside of his car. I subtly swallow a lump in my throat before I unbuckle my seatbelt. Two steps away from the front do