She was his perfect addiction he couldn't have to his satisfaction, just a taste and the CEO seemed to have fallen to the position of a personal assistant...for a woman in a brothel. This woman, pure in the face of others. Yet there is something about her, something just didn't feel right. But what can they do? After all she now has the strongest man in the country at her beck and call.
Chapter 1 Rules....
Her slender little legs walked towards a particular room, and she opened the door barefooted before going in.
"Rose," the man sitting elegantly and poised, called her name like a sin, not meant to be said out loud but instead meant to be spoken as a whisper.
Her little lips parted as her eyelashes fluttered.
"You sent for me; how do I serve you?" she said, speaking just as she was taught, like a good little prostitute.
The man stared at the girl from her tiny legs up to her beautiful porcelain white hands and then her breathtaking face, which could make any man wish to have her. That is why she became exclusive in the first place. After all, the owner of the business knew where to find his highest gain.
She put on a silver-colored night gown, which glimmered lightly as she walked in a straight line slowly towards the man like a good little lamb. This is where rule one comes in.
'be submissive'
"Your skin is so pale; if you bleed, you'd look like a piece of art." Immediately after these words were said by the man in a suit in front of her, Rose had to stop her feet from moving further.
"What do you request?" was her question, bowing slightly to show she would listen attentively to how he wished for her to serve him.
"I request for you to come closer and assist me with something, love." Rose raised her head, waiting to hear his perverted words that'd follow, but instead he spoke some words she didn't quite understand.
"You are perfect enough to walk beside him without triggering his fight or flight mode."
"I apologize, but I do not seem to understand your wishes." Rose spoke with her tiny hands, slightly wrapping around her clothes tightly, obviously showing she was nervous.
"You are so innocent and pure; no one would have known you were just a mere prostitute who works in a brothel."
Rose didn't reply, but she bowed her head deeply while waiting for the man to continue.
He raised his hand, which was adorned with a beautiful and expensive-looking Rolex watch, which seemed like it was enough to buy her freedom for a week, which is quite expensive.
"What I mean is that tomorrow, by this same time I'm busy talking to you, a man and some others would have a meeting. I need you to be present in the room, and I'd pay for your time. Act natural, and eves drop on their conversation."Rose nodded.
"You would have been perfect for his brother if you weren't a whore." It could be seen that the man's mouth wasn't clean. He stared at the girl's eyes, which looked as clear as glass, and her skin, which was nothing short of fine porcelain.
Rose, as her name says, said, If she were given one, it would look so sharp against her skin; it would make her look like a fairytale that slipped into the world.
"Stay in the room for a while before you leave, just so if we are being suspected by him, it would look like we were having an affair after all."
Rose dare not look at the customers in the eyes, so she could only bow without a word while staring at his shining shoes. He picked up a glass containing a drink Rose knew nothing about; his hand moved lightly while spinning the contents of the cup.
Her eyes stayed glued on anything but his face, and her pure black hair, which was a little below her waist, swayed a little while Rose looked mesmerized at the beautiful colored drink in the glass.
The man whose face she hadn't seen raised the glass cup towards his already slightly parted lips and took a sip as if tasting the drink before drowning the little content of the glass down his throat.
The fink liquid was gone quickly, and Rose didn't realize she got so attracted; her head wasn't down anymore but up, now staring into the man's aged eyes.
His face wasn't so wrinkled but held some wrinkles of age; his orbs were dark, and he stared back at Rose.
"All the girls in the brothel do not know how to read or write, and most don't understand the words people say because you were all trained to be dumb so you could be used easily and also not be able to spill the secrets of the brothel. I had to go to great lengths to finally find out that the golden girl of the brothel, whose skin looks as white as snow yet as clear as glass, whose eyes looked like staring into the transparent ocean and her hair like a wavy waterfall, who looked so little she could be crushed easily if not treated gently, could read perfectly and speak fluent English."
Rose had nothing to reply to. They weren't meant to give replies to people, so she looked down quickly, removing her eyes from the man who adjusted his tie, then stood up like an unshakeable tree.
"Which means you are the perfect one for this job; your other sisters are just too dumb, and they might not understand the terms used, but I know you will." The man gave Rose a smile, which she wasn't looking at, only listening to his voice.
"Hm, that would be all for today. Ah, I almost forgot. Have this?" He pulled out a wrinkled rose from the side of her pocket and placed it in her hand. "Remember your rule number five: have no emotional strings attached to any customer; otherwise, you'd be punished severely."
He turned around and reached for the door.
"How do I know the person you asked me to evesdrop on?" Rose finally spoke coherent words since she walked into the room, except for the sexual words they were asked to say to every customer.
"You know him when you see him." The man disappeared from her sight after he shut the door. Rose looked at the wrinkled rose and walked towards the bin to throw away the little flower, only to feel a prick.
"Ouch," she moaned, lightly letting go of the rose before looking down at her pretty hands, which had a drop of blood slipping out of the picked spot.
There was a knock on the door, and Rose raised her head quickly to look in the direction of the closed door. Hasn't the man gone yet? She wondered before walking toward the door and pulling it open.