Masato had sent me another message, saying he was waiting at the door of my apartment. I felt a chill. It must be something really serious. Luckily, the restaurant where Carmelia and I were wasn’t far from my place, and it took less than ten minutes to get there.Breathless, I stepped out of the elevator and saw him exactly where he said he’d be, as impeccable as ever. His piercing eyes met mine, and a shiver ran down my spine. Something in his posture hinted at urgency, but there was more... a latent tension."Bianca," he began as I approached, his voice low and filled with something I couldn’t quite identify. "We need to talk.""I know. I got your message," I replied, trying to keep my tone casual, but my whole body was on alert. “What happened? Did someone from my past call you? Was it Thomas?”He took a step toward me, and without warning, reached out to touch my face. The gesture caught me off guard. His fingers were warm, almost burning against my skin. My body reacted instantly
I gripped the phone with trembling hands, my mind spinning in panic as I stared at the loan shark on the other end of the line."I already told you, I don't have the money right now," I protested, my voice wavering.The man's voice was cold, cutting through me like a knife. "What are you talking about? You've had enough time, Bianca. I want my money, and I want it now."I closed my eyes, fighting back tears of frustration. I had lost everything, every penny... Maybe if I tried to explain the situation..."I had your money. It was all saved up, and I was going to pay you back." I sniffled loudly and wiped away one of the tears with the back of my hand. "But my ex-boyfriend stole it from me. He left and took all my money. I'm completely broke. I'll fix it, I just need more time—""More time?! Do I look like I'm joking? Do you think I'm some kind of fool?""Please, I—""You have three days, Bianca. Three days. And you'd better show me my money again, or the consequences will be severe fo
I sighed once more as I looked at my reflection in the full-length mirror. I was wearing a tiny black skirt that barely covered my backside and an equally small top that left my breasts almost exposed.The sound of the door opening caught my attention. Obviously, it was Masato.He stared at me for a few seconds, analyzing my body, which made me blush deeply. Then he asked:“What do you think of the outfit?”“It’s too small,” I complained, trying in vain to cover the exposed skin.A laugh rumbled from the businessman’s throat.“You usually wear much less in your secret job, young lady.”“That’s different. I’m always wearing a mask during those times… And you know very well that the Lady of the Night isn’t me.”“Sure, sure,” Masato mocked. “Still sticking to that silly alter-ego story?”“It’s not a silly story.”“Anyway, I stopped by to let you know that your first test is about to start.”“What do I have to do?”There was lust and cruelty in the powerful billionaire’s eyes as he clarif
The kiss was fierce and possessive, leaving me breathless and dazed. I tried to fight against his strength, but Masato held me firmly, his hands gripping my wrists tightly. The bitter taste of regret mingled with the intensity of the moment.When we finally pulled apart, I was panting and trembling, a mix of emotions roiling inside me. I looked at Masato with eyes full of anger and confusion."How could you do this?" I managed to whisper, my voice trembling with indignation.Masato just stared at me with intensity, his eyes burning with a passion I couldn't understand."You're as wild as ever.""I hate you," I whispered, but my words lacked conviction.Masato merely smiled, a smile full of promises and dangers."I know," was all he said before stepping away, leaving me alone in the alley, with my heart in pieces and my mind in turmoil.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Three days after that strange and random incident, which, by the way, Masato di
The billionaire's apartment wasn't just chic; it had an air of authority and grandeur that reflected its owner. Dressing more casually, but still exuding charm, Masato led me into the living room.I was wearing a translucent blue dress that was more restrained than the rest of the clothes the businessman had forced me to wear. Feeling nervous, I sat down at the beautiful glass table. Masato poured us both two glasses of white wine and then sat down too."You were fabulous. I expected nothing less from you."I felt my cheeks heat up."Thank you.""You're doing very well. Keep playing your part and he'll fall right into your trap.""Your trap, you mean.""No," disagreed Masato, taking a sip of his wine. "You are the one who will seduce him and make a fool of him in front of everyone.""But I'm doing it because I'm following your plan."Masato laughed softly, the laughter echoing through the elegant room. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table and watching me with intense eye
When I met Thomas in the lobby of the building, I found myself in an even more disconcerting situation. I tried to disguise my confusion and frustration, turning my attention away from the tense moment I had just had with Masato."Oh, Thomas! What a surprise to see you here," I said, forcing a smile.The blond-haired man looked me up and down, especially noting my luxurious and sophisticated blue dress."Do you live in the apartment? Are you leaving?"Does he know this is where Masato lives? Could he be suspicious?"I..." I muttered. What a mess. How could I plausibly explain it all?Well, it was also strange that, of all places, Thomas was right there. Coincidence? Or...Before Thomas could ask any more questions, an elegant and mysterious woman appeared in the lobby. Her eyes met mine for a moment before she approached Thomas."Thomas, darling! What a delightful surprise to find you here," the woman said, her voice soft and seductive.I watched the exchange between the two, feeling
"Here."I held the warm cup that Masato had offered me, but I couldn’t bring myself to look him in the eyes as I muttered a quiet thank you. We were in my apartment, settled in the living room.The expression on the man’s face in front of me was one of indignation, fury, concern... and something else, something I couldn’t quite pinpoint. Trembling, I took a sip of the tea."Are you... alright?"I nodded, still unable to look at him."Thank you." My voice came out hoarse and weak, so I took another sip and cleared my throat before continuing, "Thank you for saving me."Scenes of the unknown man trying to force himself on me flashed through my mind. I took a deep breath, trying not to panic at the painful memories."Why did you leave my apartment like that?"I looked at him angrily."Because you were treating me like a..." I couldn’t finish the sentence."Like a what, Bianca?" Masato pressed."Like an investment. Like an object. But I understand your reasons. We have an agreement, and I
The air seemed to get heavier when I saw Masato standing in the hospital corridor. My body tensed and my heart raced. His expression wasn't exactly one of anger. In fact, there was no expression on his face at all. A professional mask of boredom; that's what he was displaying at the moment.Carmelia was still crying next to me, but I had to confront him. I stood up slowly, without letting go of her hand."I'll be right back," I muttered, giving her hand a little squeeze. She looked at me, confused, but nodded, still lost in her pain.I walked towards Masato, feeling my steps getting heavier and heavier as I approached. When I stopped in front of him, his expression didn't change. He looked at me as if he expected an explanation."Why did you follow me?" I asked, keeping my voice low but firm.He crossed his arms, without taking his eyes off mine. "What exactly is going on, Bianca?"I lifted my chin imperceptibly."A personal problem, which I'm already sorting out.""Personal problem?