"Please stop, I don't want to do this"

Charlotte attempted to unlatch the door, but it appeared to have been secured by the client's bodyguard. She fought fervently, grappling with the doorknob and urging it to yield, yet it remained steadfastly shut. Defeated, she leaned against the door, glaring at the seated man with a smirk adorning his lips.

The client was well aware that the door was locked and remained silent, savoring the sight of Charlotte's futile struggle.

"That bastard!" She muttered under her breath.

"Open this door, I wish to leave at once," she demanded, almost pleading.

The smirk on client's face vanished, replaced by a cold, composed expression.

"Sit down, bitch. You know why you're here, so let's dispense with the pretense. I'd hate to have to get you myself," Lucas's voice reverberated in the room.

Charlotte's body trembled with fear, wondering what he might do to her if she refused to comply.

"Don't delude yourself into thinking you're any better than those girls in the club. I can have any girl I desire," the client continued, as Charlotte reluctantly sat beside him.

His arrogance rankled her to the core, and simply meeting his gaze sent waves of anxiety and discomfort through her body, causing her to avert her eyes each time.

Charlotte could hardly speak, her words coming out in unintelligible murmurs as she plastered on fake smiles to appease him.

She was well aware of the truth; all men were the same, viewing her as nothing more than an object for their pleasure.

With a hesitant hand, Lucas attempted to reach for hers, only to have her recoil in fear.

"Please.... stop touching me," Charlotte stuttered, her words quivering.

"Relax, I won't bite... at least not yet," Lucas chuckled, thinking she was simply playing hard to get.

"I don't want to be here with you, please let me go," Charlotte sobbed, her voice tinged with desperation.

But Lucas ignored her plea, instead retorting, "Here, have a drink," as he stretched a glass of whisky towards her.

"Didn't you hear what I just said? I didn't come here for this," Charlotte gritted, pushing his hand away and causing the drink to spill onto the floor.

"Bitch," Lucas growled, his temper flaring as he jerked her hair when she resisted his offer of a drink.

"You'll do as I say, bitch, or I'll deal with you," he thundered, his eyes burning with fury.

In fear, Charlotte stuttered, her heart pounding as she saw the anger in his eyes.

"Here, take it now and drink up," Lucas demanded, his voice commanding.

Scared and unsure of how to escape the situation, Charlotte reluctantly took the glass from him and emptied its contents. She realized that perhaps being tipsy would make it easier for her to endure the next few minutes of conversation, just so Lucas would leave her alone.

"Drink some more, you need to loosen up," Lucas insisted, handing her another glass.

Trembling, Charlotte accepted the glass and drained its contents, recoiling at the strong taste of alcohol.

"What's your name?" Lucas inquired, attempting to caress her hair.

But Charlotte flinched at his touch, immediately pulling away.

"Relax, stripper. I know we started off on the wrong foot, but I don't bite," Lucas grinned, taking a sip of his own drink and offering her another glass.

As Charlotte sat in silence, she obediently drank every glass of wine handed to her by Lucas, desperate to please him and make him go away.

But Lucas noticed that she kept touching a pendant on her necklace, and his curiosity was piqued.

"Nice necklace, a gift?" He asked, trying to push the hair covering her face behind her ear.

"Thanks....It's my mom's," Charlotte muttered, her voice quiet and sad. "The only memory of her I have left..." she trailed off, pulling away as his hand brushed against her lap.

"Is she... dead?" Lucas inquired, drawing closer to her.

"No... she left... and I haven't seen her since," Charlotte admitted, tears welling in her eyes, threatening to spill. The alcohol had left her vulnerable enough to open up about her mother.

Lucas felt a strange sensation in his chest at the sight of her tears. It was suffocating, and he couldn't quite comprehend these unfamiliar feelings. He was not used to comforting or having such conversations with anyone.

He hesitated to wipe away her tears, unsure of why he felt compelled to do so.

"I must be tipsy too," Lucas muttered under his breath, shaking his head to try and snap out of it.

"What?" Charlotte asked, struggling to understand his words.

"I'm sorry about your mom... I think I can relate, but in a different way. My mom passed away when I was seventeen," Lucas responded, lost in his own thoughts.

"Oh... I'm sorry about your mom. At least you knew she loved you," Charlotte sobbed.

"Have some more to drink," Lucas replied, handing her another glass of whisky, trying to change the somber atmosphere. He didn't want to delve into a conversation about his mother.

Charlotte emptied the glass once again, her head already spinning. But she managed to put up a composed facade.

"It's strange, I don't even know who I'm talking to, or who's behind the mask," Lucas said, urging her to remove her mask.

"I know, but I prefer it this way. It helps me protect my identity. I am here to entertain men, that's my job. There's nothing more to see," Charlotte explained.

After much persuasion, Lucas let it be. But he couldn't shake off the restlessness, as if a magnet was pulling him closer to her. Her hidden identity only intensified the strange connection between them. And with the effects of the alcohol, the tension dissipated, and they both finally relaxed.

The conversation between them flowed effortlessly, touching on any and every topic imaginable. Their laughter reverberated through the room, and Lucas couldn't help but admire the perfect alignment of her teeth. He felt a strong attraction, perhaps even lust, towards her.

As they took a few more shots, Charlotte attempted to stand up, realizing it was late and she was quite drunk. However, her balance failed her and she stumbled back into Lucas's arms.

In that moment, their bodies collided, and Charlotte experienced an unfamiliar sensation coursing through her. It was as if her body was yearning for him, her heart racing as they locked eyes.

Lucas's gaze fell upon her cherry red lips, and he could see a certain watering in her eyes that only fueled his desire. Without hesitation, he leaned in and kissed her, waiting for her response.

"...Stop it..." Charlotte muttered weakly, trying to push away from his embrace but unable to due to the alcohol.

Ignoring her protests, Lucas continued to kiss her, taking what he wanted. Unable to resist the intensity of his kiss, Charlotte eventually gave in and wrapped her arms around him, returning his passion.

Lost in each other's embrace, Lucas lifted her up in his arms and covered her with his thick coat before carrying her out of the room. He was determined to indulge in his deepest desires.

In a matter of minutes, they arrived at a luxurious hotel in the city.

Before they even entered the suite, their hands were all over each other, unable to resist the intense attraction between them. As they entered the room, their passionate kissing resumed.

In a swift motion, Lucas discarded his shirt while Charlotte removed her coat. Without hesitation, Lucas lifted Charlotte into his strong arms and carried her to his bed, where he began placing gentle kisses on her neck and slowly trailing down to her belly button. He traced his lips down to her legs, savoring every inch of her body.

His longing to explore every part of Charlotte was becoming insurmountable as he embraced her intoxicating chocolate scent, leaving love bites on her neck. As he slowly removed her leg straps and lingerie, along with her high heels, Charlotte helped him with his belt and trousers, both revealing their bare torsos. They both continued Kissing passionately.

As Lucas reached for her mask, eager to take it off, Charlotte abruptly stopped him, whispering, "No, please. I don't want to do this." She could barely move, so overwhelmed by the intoxicating sensations he was eliciting.

Frightened and trying to resist, Charlotte stuttered, "Please...stop." She held her head in pain as the terrifying memories from months ago flashed through her mind. She desperately didn't want history to repeat itself.

Despite her pleas, Lucas couldn't contain his desires, leaving the mask on as he continued to kiss her. Charlotte struggled to resist, but in the end, gave in to her own desires.