—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.
—The mansion of Alessandra was filled with an eerie silence, a stark contrast to the bustling activity that usually enveloped it. Mia found herself standing in the grand hallway, her eyes taking in the opulence of the surroundings. She missed the simplicity of her home, the warm embrace of her parents. Alessandra and her brother shared a bond that was evident in their every interaction, a bond Mia craved with her own family.Alessandra had left earlier in the day with her brother, leaving Mia alone in the mansion with Monica, Alessandra's assistant. Monica had taken Mia shopping, helping her pick out clothes and other essentials. But the emptiness inside Mia was a void that no amount of shopping could fill.After returning from shopping, Mia retreated to her room, her mind filled with thoughts of her mother. Her phone rang, displaying her father's name on the screen. She answered, her voice trembling as she explained her situation. She was staying with a friend who ran a company and
—Mia stood in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection. She had dressed carefully for her day out with Alessandra. Her heart was filled with anticipation, a stark contrast to the disappointment that was to come.As the hours ticked by, Mia’s excitement slowly turned into anxiety. Alessandra was nowhere to be seen. She tried calling her, but her calls went unanswered. With a heavy heart, Mia realized that Alessandra wasn't coming. She remembered Alessandra's workaholic nature, a trait that often made her lose track of time.With a small, disappointed smile, Mia changed out of her clothes and decided to head back to the mansion. The mansion was quiet, the silence echoing her loneliness. To distract herself, she decided to cook. She chose to make Macaroni, a dish that reminded her of home.The process of cooking was therapeutic for Mia. She lost herself in the rhythm of chopping, stirring, and tasting. The familiar smell of the dish filled the kitchen, a comforting aroma that eased
—Alessandra sat in the grand living room, her mind lost in thought. The unplanned dinner with Mia had been a pleasant surprise, a break from her usual routine. She was about to retire to her room when her phone rang, breaking her reverie. The caller ID displayed a name that made her heart skip a beat - Emily.As Alessandra answered the call, Mia, who was clearing the dinner table, couldn't help but overhear the conversation. The name Emily sounded familiar. She had heard it before when Alessandra was talking to her brother. Alessandra's voice was cold, her words curt. The conversation ended abruptly, leaving a tense silence in its wake.The rest of the evening passed in silence. Both women retreated to their rooms, their minds filled with thoughts left unspoken.The next morning, Monica, Alessandra's assistant, was waiting for Mia in the living room. "Alessandra asked me to take you shopping again," she said, her voice filled with excitement. "She thinks you might be bored at the man
—The evening was silent, the tension palpable. Alessandra had returned home, her face unreadable. Mia, who had been waiting for her, decided to break the silence. "Have you and Monica ever slept together?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity.Alessandra's response was immediate and cold. "It's none of your business, Mia," she said, her voice filled with irritation.Mia was taken aback by Alessandra's reaction. She realized then that they didn't even know each other's real names. "I'm Mia Johnson," she said, introducing herself.Alessandra looked at Mia, her expression softening. "I'm Alessandra Davis," she replied.Their conversation was interrupted by Alessandra's stern reminder. "Remember, Mia. You have no right to invade my personal life."Mia smiled sadly at Alessandra's words. "I know, Alessandra. I'm just your...sex slave that you bid for 2 million dollars."Alessandra looked taken aback by Mia's words. She asked Mia why she was at the bidding bar. Mia's answer was simpl
—The morning after their revealing conversation, Alessandra seemed to carry a sense of guilt. Mia could see it in her eyes, the way she looked at her with a newfound understanding. It was as if she regretted taking advantage of Mia's vulnerability.To escape the palpable tension in the mansion, Mia decided to go for a morning jog. The fresh air and the rhythm of her footsteps helped clear her mind, giving her a sense of peace she hadn't felt in a while.When she returned to the mansion, she found Alessandra and Monica in deep conversation. Alessandra looked up as Mia walked in, her gaze falling on Mia's worn-out running shoes. "I'll give you my credit card, buy all the pairs of shoes you want," she said, her tone casual.Mia's reaction was immediate and fierce. "I don't need new shoes, and I certainly don't need your credit card. I have my pride, Alessandra," she retorted, her voice filled with determination.With that, she stormed off to the bathroom to take a shower, leaving a surp
—Mia's heart pounded in her chest as she retreated from the office, her mind reeling from what she had just seen. She needed to clear her head, to make sense of the strange mix of emotions swirling within her. She decided to head to her room, where she could gather her thoughts in solitude.As she entered her room, she realized she was still holding her breath, the shock of Alessandra's unguarded moment still fresh in her mind. She let out a long exhale and sank onto her bed, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and questions.Why was Alessandra doing that? And why in the office, where anyone could walk in? Was it a cry for help or a simple moment of pleasure? And why did it affect Mia so much?She spent the rest of the day in her room, lost in her thoughts. She only left to grab a quick dinner, avoiding Alessandra and Monica as much as she could. She didn't want to face them, not until she had sorted out her feelings.The next day, Mia decided she couldn't avoid Alessandra forever. She
—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