A/N: A bit of a longer chapter~
As I gradually awoke in the opulent high-rise apartment, the room was filled with melodies.
The music had a seductive and entrancing quality, its sensual rhythm gently pulling you from the depths of unconsciousness.
The lyrics, delivered in Doja Cat's sultry voice, sang of irresistible attraction:
🎶 "You get me so high, you get me so high
I know you ain't a drug, but you get me so high
You get me so high, you get me so high
I know you ain't a drug, but you get me so high..." 🎶
I groan turning to the side clenching over to see that I am now wearing something that was not my work uniform.
The dress you found yourself draped in was a stunning and attention-grabbing crimson-red. It clung to your form like a second skin, accentuating your curves and contours with its tight-fitting design. The fabric was lustrous and smooth, with a subtle sheen that caught the soft lighting of the room.
The dress featured a classic yet alluring silhouette. The bodice was form-fitting, emphasizing your waist before cascading down into a graceful, floor-length skirt that pooled around your legs. The back of the dress felt like it has an open design that revealed a glimpse of my lower back.
The dress exuded a sense of sophistication and sensuality, perfectly suited to the surroundings of the high-rise apartment.
As you took in the exquisite attire that had been chosen for you, you couldn't help but wonder who had orchestrated this transformation and what intentions lay behind it.
You felt a hand on your shoulder creeping up, and as you slowly stirred from your disoriented state, you heard Jack's voice saying,
"Wakey wakey." His words were filled with an apologetic tone, and he continued,
"Sorry about the man earlier. He takes the initiation seriously."
As you sat up, facing Jack, confusion still clouding your thoughts, you couldn't help but inquire,
"Initiation?" There was a lingering sense of unease in the air.
Jack's expression shifted, guilt once again washing over his features. He hesitated for a moment before finally revealing,
"You remember when I said that I needed to talk with you? It was to meet my boss in order to officially live at the apartment."
The confusion and frustration began to boil within you as you questioned Jack's explanation. Your gaze bore into him, and you demanded,
"Why the hell would all of this be needed just to live at a place I'm paying for? It doesn't make any sense!"
Jack seemed to retreat, his guilt palpable as he stammered,
"I know, I know, it's... it's a requirement by my boss. I had to bring a member into the business to secure my place here."
A wry and bitter chuckle escaped your lips as you muttered,
"Man, fuck New York," a touch of sarcasm lacing your words. The absurdity of the situation and the way life in the city seemed to constantly throw curveballs at you had reached a point where it was almost comical.
Jack, looking somewhat taken aback by your response, appeared a bit on the defensive. He knew that the circumstances were far from ideal, but he seemed trapped in a situation beyond his control, just like you.
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