"Sha, I'll always break the rules when I'm with you, Sha. Do you forget that I had an affair with you while I was still married to Freya?" Uncle Vincent asked with a sardonic laugh. His eyes looked at me with disdain. "And because you're in my hotel, I'll never conduct any of this professionally," Uncle Vincent said as he raised his feet onto the table, then spun his chair around. "I would never be professional when dealing with you."I shook my head in disbelief at his cruel words. Why couldn't this guy just leave me alone?"Think about it, why do you think I bought this lousy hotel?" he asked again. "Because I saw a picture of you … working here as a maid!"Uncle Vincent handed me some documents on the table. Photos of the hotel's general appearance are meant for potential buyers. Oh my god! I had to decline when the previous owner asked me to be a model for the housekeeping department.Ah, because of that little thing, I ended up in this mess. Good deeds don't always yield sweet re
I returned from college, and it was already dark outside. Instead of going straight to my dorm, I decided to visit Tara, my best friend. To save money on transportation, I chose to walk to Tara's house. It was not far from the campus, so walking there wouldn't make me tired or numb.I made the effort to go to Tara's house because I was curious. I wondered what could be wrong with her.This wasn't the first time Tara skipped classes. Usually, that super lazy rich kid overslept and stayed in bed until the class hours were over. But this time, she didn't even reply to my messages from last night. Who wouldn't be worried? There must be something unusual happening.Unfortunately, before I reached Tara's house, it started raining. Well, it was April, and rain almost showered every day. I had to run to reach Tara's house quickly.SPLASH!!Suddenly, a motorcyclist (im)politely passed by me, splashing some of the puddles of water onto my body."Hey! Pay attention while driving, man!" I exclaim
"How would I comfort you?" I asked, confused. Could it be that the kind of comfort Uncle wanted was the kind that adults sought? "You're beautiful, Sasha!" Uncle whispered, leaning close to my ear. "I know you also secretly notice me, don't you?" My face felt hot upon hearing Uncle's last question. How could Uncle possibly know that I had feelings for him? "I am not a home-wrecker," I awkwardly replied, defending myself. Yet, my heart was racing uncontrollably. Uncle Vincent smiled faintly. His eyes gazed at me with hunger as he brushed aside the hair covering my slightly exposed neck and chest. "You're not a home-wrecker, baby!" Uncle retorted, his gaze flat. "To me, that cheating bitch is no longer my wife." Soon after, Uncle's lips were pressed against mine. He gently nibbled on my lower lip. I was confused. Perhaps because I didn't know how to kiss. Or maybe because of the lingering feelings of fear and guilt in my mind. "Part your lips, baby! Just enjoy what I'm about to g
I stood frozen at the door. My feet felt glued to the spot where I stood. I couldn't move an inch, as if carrying the weight of iron shoes, weighing hundreds of kilograms. I watched my dad and Tara’s mom making love in the living room, on the couch. Yes, they had their backs turned to me. But I was certain it was my father and Aunt Freya. Wait! Was this a dream? It felt like an unbelievable prank. I brought my hand to my cheek, pinching it several times until I was absolutely sure that I felt real pain."Alan! I can't take it anymore. I wanna cum!" she yelled, moaning in sinful joy."Wait for me!"I couldn't believe my eyes seeing my dad with Uncle Vincent's wife in the living room, engaging in intimate activities with no shame. So, Aunt Freya's lover is my dad?“Cheater!” I exclaimed, startling both of them. My dad turned to see me standing in front of the door with a hurtful gaze at them."Sasha, wait!" Dad exclaimed in surprise upon seeing me. "So, this is what you do when Mo
"Uncle, wake up, Uncle! Tara's here!" I whispered as I shook Uncle Vincent's muscular body. He was still partially awake, opening his eyes lazily. "What is it? Asking for more rounds?" Uncle Vincent asked. "What do you mean by 'more rounds’? Look, your beloved daughter is at the door!" "Tara?" "Yes, Tara! Do you have other daughters?" I started to feel annoyed with Uncle Vincent's retard-like habits when he woke up. I quickly got up and dragged Uncle Vincent's reluctant and sleepy body into the closet. "Don't go out! I—I will open the door for her." I quickly threw Uncle Vincent's pants and clothes into the closet and closed it tightly. "Wear these!" "A moment please!" I yelled as I put on a red satin pajama that I picked from the closet. I hurriedly ran to the door to welcome Tara. I myself didn't know why Tara came straight to this place. Since she disappeared and took a break from college, she had never contacted me again. "Tara? Come in!" I opened the door wid
My mom's eyes appeared swollen. She must have been crying for a long time. We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. Not a single word escaped our mouths. I felt my eyes starting to well up, and so did my mom's, her eyes becoming watery. She gazed at me without blinking, showering me with a disappointed look. My mom's face looked incredibly tired. Probably because she came straight here from the airport. But who informed her about my whereabouts in this apartment? "Did you...not invite me in?" my mom asked, holding back her tears. "I-It's mm—my apartment, Mom. Did you need to ask for permission?" I awkwardly replied, wiping away my tears with my fingers. "No! I never bought you an apartment or even gave you extra money to rent such a luxurious one," my mom said, closing her eyes, and causing the accumulated tears on her eyelids to flow down together. My mom's words sliced through my heart painfully. I sighed, trying to be strong and face whatever my mom was about t
"Hey, let me introduce myself. I'm Willy. How much is your rate for a night?" "Sha, do you still remember me? It's David. I need a companion for tonight. Can you do it?" "Miss Sasha, can I get the price list and the types of services provided?" Various unknown numbers have flooded me with horrifying messages lately. Like terror messages from anonymous numbers, but they claimed to know me. What's even more disgusting is that they treated me like a cheap woman who sells herself. I didn't respond to any of those insane messages. Who dared to torment me like that? I turned off my phone and threw it onto the bed. There was no point in turning it on. What for? I wouldn't even work on my college assignments, even if they were shared in my class group. For the past few days, I've felt lost. The mixture of being dumped, betrayed, and feeling foolish for falling into the trap of cursed human beings like Uncle Vincent really drained my life energy, leaving me with little strength to even m
I didn't know how I ended up in such an unfamiliar house. The table, chairs, wardrobe, everything was unfamiliar. The only thing I recognized was Mr. Harry. The kind-hearted man who tried to remain calm despite hearing about my embarrassing situation firsthand was now explaining something to a beautiful woman wearing a pink dress. "So, is this girl pregnant?" the woman asked Mr. Harry while glancing at me with a flat gaze. Mr. Harry simply nodded and sighed. "You don’t mind if she stays here, right?" Mr. Harry asked again. "Her family can't be contacted. I'm afraid something might happen if she's left alone." The woman seemed slightly reluctant, looking at me suspiciously. "She's not pregnant with your child, right?" she asked, turning to Mr. Harry. Oh, she must be his wife. "Sophie, Honey! If she were my mistress, why would I bring her to you? Inviting trouble? Playing with fire?" Mr. Harry's eyes showed a hint of offense as he stared at his wife. The woman named Sophie then la