Semua Bab I'm Your Slave, Mr. CEO: Bab 1 - Bab 5

[Dylan: She’ll arrive in five minutes. As requested,—black outfit, brown hair worn loose. Enjoy your night.]The man barely glanced at the message on his phone.In a dimly lit corner of Pamalove Bar, Josh Miller slowly turned the crystal tumbler in his hand, watching the golden liquid swirl lazily. The glass held a third of The Macallan Fine & Rare 1926—one of the rarest and most expensive whiskies in the world. Just the way he liked it. Its aroma, a subtle blend of aged oak and dried fruit, rose gently into the air, mingling with the soft jazz melodies floating through the room.He took a slow sip, letting the warmth of the whisky glide down his throat. It didn’t just burn—it harmonized with the night, as though syncing his senses with the secrets that always lingered after dark. His sharp eyes scanned the room, searching. For what—or for whom—he wasn’t entirely sure.In a place like this, where neon lights tangled with the scent of designer perfumes and the hum of laughter, Josh loo

Ivy hadn’t forgotten the deal between them. It had only been three days, but how could she forget a single detail? Especially when that conversation happened right after what they'd done all night at the hotel.Ugh. Ivy had always prided herself on never regretting her decisions. But that night... that night left her with a thousand questions and a crushing weight on her shoulders. She should’ve known better than to fall for a stranger’s tempting invitation to “have a little fun,” right?“I think you’ve got the wrong idea,” Ivy said calmly. “I’m not a call girl.”Josh chuckled softly, running a rough hand through his hair.“Wow. I honestly have no idea how to respond to this... whatever this is,” he said, blue eyes scanning his own naked form—and then looking at the equally bare woman in front of him.They had stripped each other down to absolutely nothing. As Josh's gaze roamed, he noticed faint red marks still scattered across Ivy’s skin—his handiwork, without a doubt.Did we really