—Alessandra sat in the quiet solitude of her room, her mind replaying the conversation with Mia from the previous day. It had been a moment of vulnerability, a side of her that she rarely showed to anyone. But Mia had seen it, and instead of running away, she had offered her understanding, her support. It was a strange feeling, being on the receiving end of such kindness.As she sat there, lost in her thoughts, she heard a knock on her door. "Come in," she called out, her voice steady.The door creaked open to reveal her brother, a serious expression on his face. "Alessandra, we need to talk," he said, his tone grave.Alessandra nodded, motioning for him to sit. She had a feeling she knew what this was about. Her brother had always been perceptive, always able to see through her lies."Is it about Mia?" she asked, her voice betraying nothing.Her brother nodded, his gaze steady. "I know she's not younger sister of your friend, Alessandra. I know everything."Alessandra felt a pang of
—In the quiet solitude of her room, Mia found herself thinking about the incident she had witnessed days ago. Alessandra, in her most vulnerable state, had stirred something within Mia. A curiosity, a desire she had never known before.One night, alone in her room, Mia decided to explore these newfound feelings. She hesitated at first, her heart pounding in her chest. But then she remembered Alessandra's raw, unguarded moment, and she felt a strange sense of courage.Just as she was about to start, there was a soft knock on her door. "Mia, may I come in?" It was Alessandra. Mia quickly composed herself, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Yes, Alessandra. Come in."Alessandra walked in, her eyes widening in surprise as she took in Mia's flushed face and disheveled hair. "Mia, what were you doing?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.Mia felt a pang of embarrassment, but she pushed it away. She had nothing to be ashamed of. "I... I was just trying something," she said, h
—The room was small, cramped, and smelled of illness. Mia sat by her mother's bedside, her hand clutching the older woman's frail fingers. Her mother's eyes were closed, and her breathing was shallow. Mia knew what it meant. The doctor had given them a week, at most."Mom," Mia whispered, her voice choked with tears. "I'll find a way. I'll get the money. You'll be okay."Her mother's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at her daughter. "Mia, my dear," she said weakly. "Don't do anything foolish. I don't want you to get hurt.""I won't, Mom," Mia reassured her. "I'll find a way. I promise."Her mother's hand trembled in hers. "Mia, you're all I have left. Don't risk your life for me.""I won't, Mom," Mia repeated, her voice firm. "I'll be back soon. I love you."With a heavy heart, Mia left the room. She knew what she had to do. She had heard of the bidding bar, where wealthy men paid exorbitant amounts for a night of pleasure. It was a place she had never imagined visiting, but de
—Mia's POVThe morning sun cast long shadows on the city's grimy streets. In the midst of the hustle and bustle, I stood, clutching a bunch of roses, their vibrant colors a stark contrast to the gray around me. Each petal, a symbol of the hope I held onto, each thorn, a reminder of the harsh reality I lived in.My mother's cough echoed in my mind, a haunting symphony that underscored my every waking moment. The hospital bills were piling up, and time was running out. Desperation clung to me like a second skin, pushing me towards the unthinkable.The day passed in a blur, the city's faceless crowd oblivious to my silent pleas. As dusk fell, I swapped the roses for a different kind of dignity. The bidding bar loomed ahead, its neon sign flickering like a predator's smile.Inside, the wealthy and the powerful reveled, their laughter echoing off the gilded walls. I felt their eyes on me, assessing, calculating. Fear knotted in my stomach, but I pushed it down. This was for her. All for h
—Mia's POVThe bidding bar was a cacophony of voices, each one louder than the last. Men, young and old, raised their bids, their eyes ravenous. The numbers climbed higher and higher, each one a testament to the desperation of my situation.In the sea of faces, one stood out - an elderly man with a predatory smile. Every time his hand raised, my heart sank a little deeper. I couldn't bear the thought of leaving with him. I closed my eyes, whispering a silent prayer to anyone who was listening.Then, a voice cut through the chaos, clear and unmistakably female. "Two million dollars."The room fell silent. All eyes turned to the source of the voice, a young woman sitting at a table near the back. Her expression was unreadable, but her eyes were fixed on me.The auctioneer hesitated for a moment, then spoke up. "Two million dollars, going once... going twice..."I held my breath, hardly daring to believe what was happening. The old man had dropped out of the bidding, but this woman was
—Third POVAs they arrived at the mansion, Alessandra gave Mia a tour of the place. "Here's our room," Alessandra said, opening the door to a spacious bedroom. "It's big for you," Mia remarked, looking around in awe. "That's the size of our house."Alessandra smiled. "Well, I like my space. And I want you to feel comfortable here."Mia nodded, still a little nervous. Alessandra's reassurances helped, but the whole situation was still overwhelming."I know this is all new to you," Alessandra said, "but I promise I won't hurt you. And I have a proposition for you."Mia looked at her, curious."I'm a busy person," Alessandra continued. "I run multiple companies and have a lot of extra-curricular activities. I often come home late and don't have time for relationships. That's where you come in. I want you to take care of my personal cravings, to fulfill my needs."Mia was taken aback. "I've never done anything like this before," she admitted."Neither have I," Alessandra said, "but I'm
—Alessandra could feel the tension in the room and decided to break the silence. "What do you want to wear to sleep in?" she asked Mia. "T-shirt and shorts," Mia replied. Alessandra got a t-shirt and shorts and gave them to Mia. "Here, I'll just take a shower," she said as she headed to the bathroom.After a few minutes, Alessandra emerged from the bathroom with wet hair, looking even more stunning than before. Mia couldn't help but stare for a second. Alessandra caught her gaze and smiled."Do you prefer to sleep alone?" Mia asked.Alessandra shook her head. "No, I prefer not to sleep alone," she said with a chuckle.Mia laughed too and said, "So the big bad CEO is afraid of the dark, huh?"As they got into bed, there was a lot of distance between them. Alessandra suddenly grabbed Mia and pulled her closer. "Here, come closer," she said, back hugging Mia. "Don't worry, nothing will happen tonight.Mia felt Alessandra's warm breath on her neck and her heart started racing. She co
—Mia woke up feeling refreshed and content. Alessandra was nowhere to be found, so Mia assumed she had gone to work. She texted her parents to let them know she was okay, then headed downstairs in search of coffee."Good morning," Alessandra greeted her from the sofa, where she was typing away on her laptop.Mia smiled and asked if there was any coffee. Alessandra pointed her to the coffee maker and then informed her that the housekeepers were aware of her stay and that she could ask them for anything she needed."Monica is my favorite, so she's got you," Alessandra added with a smile.They then discussed the story they would tell if anyone asked about Mia's presence in the mansion. Alessandra suggested that they say Mia was a younger sister of a friend of hers who was here to model until she got a job.Mia was hesitant. "Do you think they'll believe that I'm a model?" she asked. "I don't exactly fit the requirements."Alessandra smiled. "Trust me, you'll fit in just fine," she said.