—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
—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