That night, after finishing my shower, I saw Perry enter Tamara's room. Shortly after, I heard moans, but they quickly turned into Tamara's cries, followed by Perry shouting angrily at her. "You little minx. Seems like you're asking for it. I'm gonna kill you!"The sounds reminded me of what I had endured a few days ago.Later in the night, I saw Tamara exiting Perry's room, her legs shaking, looking disheveled. Her arms were covered in bruises, and when she met my gaze through the door, she smiled—a sad, hollow smile that left me restless.That smile lingered with me. I realized that Tamara and I were in similar situations. Yet, I couldn't help but wonder why she never fought back. I bitterly laughed at myself—if I, a grown man, couldn't resist, what chance did she have as a woman?Before I could fall asleep, May called and told me to go somewhere. I could hear voices in the background, and someone asked, "May, is he really as fun as you said? Don't lie to us."May responded conf
"Curtis, drink some water."In a daze, I heard Tamara's voice. It was gentle and pleasant. Her small hands rested on my shoulder, and I could smell a light fragrance that stirred something within me.The effects of the medicine Yvonne gave me were still lingering, leaving me restless, and now Tamara's touch seemed to draw me into a spiral.I suddenly opened my eyes, grasping her hand. I could clearly see the fear in her eyes.I gently held her down. "Help me," I said quietly.During the day, May and Perry were often away, handling things at their company. Tamara bit her lip, hesitating for a moment before nodding. "Okay."Tamara still bore the marks from what Perry had done the previous night. My movements were a bit rough; wearing a frown, Tamara said with a hoarse voice, her legs still wrapped around my waist, "Curtis, slow down."Almost frenzied, I muttered, "Sorry."I tried my best to hold back, but the effect of the drug made my actions more urgent than I intended.Time p
The theme hotel remained the same, but this time with a different style. The hotel primarily promoted water beds, where lying on the bed felt like floating on water, a unique sensation that would surely make things more interesting.May couldn't help but want to see the surprise I had prepared for her.The water bed was the surprise.I showed them a few multi-player videos, which made them blush, though they exchanged glances with curiosity, still hesitant. At that moment, I decided to step in and take charge.During this time, Yvonne's gaze kept drifting toward me, clearly showing her interest.While they were distracted, I purposely moved closer to Yvonne.I was youthful and strong, aided by the effects of some medicine, which made me feel more energetic. Tamara had told me that Yvonne had a reputation for always wanting more.In the bathroom, I approached Yvonne from behind, gently speaking in her ear, "Yvonne, you're absolutely stunning. It's a shame I can't always be by you
I stood at the door, fist clenched, ready to rush in, but Tamara bit her lip and desperately shook her head at me.Suddenly, Perry noticed the fresh bite mark on Tamara's chest. He slapped her hard and cursed, "You filthy woman, how dare you be with someone else! Who is it? Who?!"He kicked her again.Tamara curled up, not making a sound.Soon, Perry made the connection that it was me. In the entire Rhodes residence, the only other people besides me were the bodyguards, and they wouldn't have the courage to do something like this. That left only me.As he gritted his teeth, muttering my name, I was already standing behind him, holding a vase, and I slammed it down on his head.Perry collapsed, blood spilling from his forehead, but it wasn’t enough to kill him.Tamara, her body bare, cried in my arms, "What have you done? We don't have the power to take them down right now. You need to escape. I’ll tell them I hurt Perry and let you go. Just leave."I held her tightly. "Tamara,
I stood hesitantly in the living room, wearing my sharp suit. Laurel Grant was sizing me up, clearly satisfied with what she saw. She nodded and said casually, "The food's in the kitchen. I'm starving."I wasn't sure if I was overthinking it, but her words, "I'm starving", felt like they carried a hidden meaning.In the kitchen, there were two bags filled with ingredients: seafood, meat, vegetables, everything you could imagine. The quality was high-end, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. Rich people really were different. One meal here probably cost more than half of my monthly salary.After unpacking everything, I began to think of something quick and presentable to make. But when I reached into my pockets, I found a box of rubbers.I froze. It was awkward. I wasn't sure if I should grab it, but I couldn't just throw it away.Cooking in a suit wasn't exactly convenient, so I decided to take off my jacket and loosen my tie. I immediately felt more at ease. To be hones
Laurel had just finished her shower, and the towel she wrapped herself in did little to hide her figure. It clung to her curves, with droplets of water still clinging to her skin. She looked absolutely tempting. I found myself nodding, my mind wandering for a moment.But just as I was lost in thought, the sound of a phone ringing interrupted the moment.Laurel, barefoot on the soft carpet, bent down to retrieve her phone. It was a small, old-fashioned brick phone, and as she answered, she looked at me with a knowing glance."Sure. You're just in time. I have a young man here," she said casually. "Rest assured, Madam Rhodes. I'm sure you'll be very pleased."Her words made me pause, and a sense of confusion crept over me. But before I could ask, Laurel walked to the wardrobe and pulled out a sleek suit for me to change into.The suit had no shirt, and the collar was wide, exposing my muscles. Although I hadn't worked out much, years of manual labor had given me a solid build. My mu
At that moment, Laurel was making love with a man, her legs draped over his waist. She was still somewhat dazed when she noticed me, then her eyes widened in surprise. She immediately called for the man to stop.The man, clearly annoyed by the interruption, gave me a sharp look. With a playful tone, he said, "Laurel, are you pushing me away because of this guy? I'm hurt."Despite his awkward words and tone, it seemed natural coming from this feminine man.Laurel let the man continue to hold her waist, seemingly ignoring my presence as she coldly asked, "Is Madam Rhodes dissatisfied with you?"Her icy gaze swept over me. I had intended to ask Laurel some questions, but the intensity in her eyes made me hesitate, unsure of how to respond.At that moment, a phone rang from the bedroom—it was that brick phone. Laurel quickly pushed the man away and grabbed a robe from the rack, heading toward the phone.The man, who looked younger than me, glanced at my disheveled appearance with und
I stood at the door, fist clenched, ready to rush in, but Tamara bit her lip and desperately shook her head at me.Suddenly, Perry noticed the fresh bite mark on Tamara's chest. He slapped her hard and cursed, "You filthy woman, how dare you be with someone else! Who is it? Who?!"He kicked her again.Tamara curled up, not making a sound.Soon, Perry made the connection that it was me. In the entire Rhodes residence, the only other people besides me were the bodyguards, and they wouldn't have the courage to do something like this. That left only me.As he gritted his teeth, muttering my name, I was already standing behind him, holding a vase, and I slammed it down on his head.Perry collapsed, blood spilling from his forehead, but it wasn’t enough to kill him.Tamara, her body bare, cried in my arms, "What have you done? We don't have the power to take them down right now. You need to escape. I’ll tell them I hurt Perry and let you go. Just leave."I held her tightly. "Tamara,
The theme hotel remained the same, but this time with a different style. The hotel primarily promoted water beds, where lying on the bed felt like floating on water, a unique sensation that would surely make things more interesting.May couldn't help but want to see the surprise I had prepared for her.The water bed was the surprise.I showed them a few multi-player videos, which made them blush, though they exchanged glances with curiosity, still hesitant. At that moment, I decided to step in and take charge.During this time, Yvonne's gaze kept drifting toward me, clearly showing her interest.While they were distracted, I purposely moved closer to Yvonne.I was youthful and strong, aided by the effects of some medicine, which made me feel more energetic. Tamara had told me that Yvonne had a reputation for always wanting more.In the bathroom, I approached Yvonne from behind, gently speaking in her ear, "Yvonne, you're absolutely stunning. It's a shame I can't always be by you
"Curtis, drink some water."In a daze, I heard Tamara's voice. It was gentle and pleasant. Her small hands rested on my shoulder, and I could smell a light fragrance that stirred something within me.The effects of the medicine Yvonne gave me were still lingering, leaving me restless, and now Tamara's touch seemed to draw me into a spiral.I suddenly opened my eyes, grasping her hand. I could clearly see the fear in her eyes.I gently held her down. "Help me," I said quietly.During the day, May and Perry were often away, handling things at their company. Tamara bit her lip, hesitating for a moment before nodding. "Okay."Tamara still bore the marks from what Perry had done the previous night. My movements were a bit rough; wearing a frown, Tamara said with a hoarse voice, her legs still wrapped around my waist, "Curtis, slow down."Almost frenzied, I muttered, "Sorry."I tried my best to hold back, but the effect of the drug made my actions more urgent than I intended.Time p
That night, after finishing my shower, I saw Perry enter Tamara's room. Shortly after, I heard moans, but they quickly turned into Tamara's cries, followed by Perry shouting angrily at her. "You little minx. Seems like you're asking for it. I'm gonna kill you!"The sounds reminded me of what I had endured a few days ago.Later in the night, I saw Tamara exiting Perry's room, her legs shaking, looking disheveled. Her arms were covered in bruises, and when she met my gaze through the door, she smiled—a sad, hollow smile that left me restless.That smile lingered with me. I realized that Tamara and I were in similar situations. Yet, I couldn't help but wonder why she never fought back. I bitterly laughed at myself—if I, a grown man, couldn't resist, what chance did she have as a woman?Before I could fall asleep, May called and told me to go somewhere. I could hear voices in the background, and someone asked, "May, is he really as fun as you said? Don't lie to us."May responded conf
Tamara asked me to clean up and then applied some ointment on me, saying, "This ointment works well; you'll feel better by tonight."She added, "Just don't upset Aunt May, or you'll be the one who suffers."I wasn't moved by Tamara's concern. In a place like this, it was hard to trust anyone, and I couldn't shake the feeling that she might be plotting something against me.After the mental and physical trauma from last night, the coolness of the ointment on my back felt soothing. Without realizing it, I fell asleep, and by the time I woke up, it was already noon.At the door, I could hear Tamara talking to the maid."Ms. Rhodes, should we wake him for lunch?"Tamara answered, "I'll go."A knock came at the door, and Tamara's gentle voice called out, "Curtis, it's time for lunch."True to Tamara's words, the ointment did seem to work wonders—my back no longer hurt. I hadn't eaten since the night before, and I was starving. My stomach growled as I stepped out of the room. No matt
At that moment, Laurel was making love with a man, her legs draped over his waist. She was still somewhat dazed when she noticed me, then her eyes widened in surprise. She immediately called for the man to stop.The man, clearly annoyed by the interruption, gave me a sharp look. With a playful tone, he said, "Laurel, are you pushing me away because of this guy? I'm hurt."Despite his awkward words and tone, it seemed natural coming from this feminine man.Laurel let the man continue to hold her waist, seemingly ignoring my presence as she coldly asked, "Is Madam Rhodes dissatisfied with you?"Her icy gaze swept over me. I had intended to ask Laurel some questions, but the intensity in her eyes made me hesitate, unsure of how to respond.At that moment, a phone rang from the bedroom—it was that brick phone. Laurel quickly pushed the man away and grabbed a robe from the rack, heading toward the phone.The man, who looked younger than me, glanced at my disheveled appearance with und
Laurel had just finished her shower, and the towel she wrapped herself in did little to hide her figure. It clung to her curves, with droplets of water still clinging to her skin. She looked absolutely tempting. I found myself nodding, my mind wandering for a moment.But just as I was lost in thought, the sound of a phone ringing interrupted the moment.Laurel, barefoot on the soft carpet, bent down to retrieve her phone. It was a small, old-fashioned brick phone, and as she answered, she looked at me with a knowing glance."Sure. You're just in time. I have a young man here," she said casually. "Rest assured, Madam Rhodes. I'm sure you'll be very pleased."Her words made me pause, and a sense of confusion crept over me. But before I could ask, Laurel walked to the wardrobe and pulled out a sleek suit for me to change into.The suit had no shirt, and the collar was wide, exposing my muscles. Although I hadn't worked out much, years of manual labor had given me a solid build. My mu
I stood hesitantly in the living room, wearing my sharp suit. Laurel Grant was sizing me up, clearly satisfied with what she saw. She nodded and said casually, "The food's in the kitchen. I'm starving."I wasn't sure if I was overthinking it, but her words, "I'm starving", felt like they carried a hidden meaning.In the kitchen, there were two bags filled with ingredients: seafood, meat, vegetables, everything you could imagine. The quality was high-end, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. Rich people really were different. One meal here probably cost more than half of my monthly salary.After unpacking everything, I began to think of something quick and presentable to make. But when I reached into my pockets, I found a box of rubbers.I froze. It was awkward. I wasn't sure if I should grab it, but I couldn't just throw it away.Cooking in a suit wasn't exactly convenient, so I decided to take off my jacket and loosen my tie. I immediately felt more at ease. To be hones