𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧 // 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳

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Bill was sitting in his office, typing on the computer, making up a new contract. He must be ready for his new submissive, if only he himself likes that person. Bill is skeptical. If he sees that a person is not created to be what they're not, Bill refuses to tame that person and make them obedient. Bill sighed as he slowly massaged his temples as two hours in front of the computer screen was tiring, and his eyes felt dry.

The man leaned back in the chair and looked at the ceiling, wanting to take at least a five-minute break, but closing his eyes, he imagined a girl with long brown hair, those gray eyes, a perfect figure...a perfect face, delicate wrists. Bill frowned. He couldn't control his thoughts, what he would do with Leila, how he would train her, please her. But knowing that was impossible, Bill just sighed again. He is also not looking for people to obey him. He is waiting for people to find him, so Leila is just a distant dream for him.

With his eyes open, Bill went back to the contract, he should have at least six copies of the rules and introduction to BDSM and Dom/sub dynamic to give to the new person to sign up. Bill needs punctuality, safety is very important to him, not only for himself, but also for his submissives, he never stops reminding his subs to read the contract again, just for safety and to avoid problems.

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Stefa cleaned the dust from the windowsills and also rounded the leaves of the flowers and watered the plants of the cafe, today was a little more relaxed, a few teenagers had come in to order cold drinks, but it was only morning and the cafe itself had only recently opened, like a month ago, so they all would have to wait a little longer, so that people start visiting the cafe regularly.

The girl turned to Tom when she heard the doorbell ring. Stefa smiled and walked over to her boss, greeting her boss with a warm smile.

"Good morning." Stefa quickly went behind her counter, ready to talk to her boss. "Do you want to say something?"

"Good morning, Stefa. I'm just here to see how the cafe is doing." Tom smirked as he closed the door to the cafe, turning to the blonde. Tom moved closer. This wasn't the only time he was looking at Stefa. She was perfect, her teal eyes matched her unnatural blonde hair, her brown roots showing, but even that was beautiful to him. "How are you, Stefa? Are you keeping up with everything? As time goes by, I will make an announcement that we are looking for new employees"

"I think I'm doing great, and yes. Leila's help is enough for me." Stefa smiled as well as Tom. Stefa sighed, looking into those deep brown eyes that anyone could drown in. That's what she wanted, to drown in Tom's eyes. He is masculine and attractive, and his physique is perfect. Every girl would want to be with him. So Stefa doesn't even stand a chance, and besides, she thinks Leila would be better suited to Tom.

"Well, yes, but you and Leila need days off," Tom laughed, shaking his head, Stefa is such a hardworking girl, Tom likes it, and she doesn't even complain about the workload. "Besides, where's Leila?"

"She went out to pick wild flowers. Some flowers need to be replaced," the girl frowned a little. Leila hasn't come back for a long time. Besides, nobody would pick wild flowers for that long. But on those words, Leila opened the cafe door with a big smile.

"I'm sorry for taking so long, I didn't know what flowers to pick," Leila laughed, placing the collected bouquet on the windowsill. Leila looked at the standing man with whom she had a job interview. "Good morning, Mr.Trümper."

Tom nodded, not looking at Leila. Well, she wasn't his taste, of course she was beautiful, with exceptional taste, but after all, Bill was asking about her, he really wouldn't want Bill to lose the chance to get to know her better. Also, Tom's eyes always followed Stef.

"Well, it's time for me to go, ladies. I'll see you after work, I'll give you your pay." Tom smiled at the girls again and adjusted his bandana as he left.

"Now, he is a man, Leila." Stefa winked at her friend, raising an eyebrow. "Better than the one who looks like a thug."

"So you're calling him a thug now?" Leila laughed, shaking her head. How many more times will Leila have to say to Stefa that she doesn't need a relationship? Leila just wants... something stronger. "Besides, I probably won't see him again in my life."

"And don't be sure about that, the stars are in control of your life." Stefa also laughed and went to help Leila compose a bouquet of flowers.

The stars always play with people's destinies, and people follow the stars, so Leila has no idea what awaits her and who she will face again, without even knowing it herself. There is nothing better than knowing that nothing and fate will open the door to innovation.

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And the days passed slowly, and Leila was gathering information about what she would need to prepare to meet Bill Kaulitz. Contacted him through the website's official number, agreeing to meet at his place, where it would be most convenient for both him and her.

Leila sighed as she fixed her outfit. She wanted to look simple but also attractive. A white loose skirt, the thighs exposed, and a white blouse revealing her shoulders. She hopes that this will at least slightly attract the attention of the man she meets.

The young woman sighed as she picked up her car keys from the dresser and moved towards the door, her hands shaking slightly. She was nervous and she had every right to be nervous, after all she didn't even know what he looked like. Bill Kaulitz didn't have social media. It was a mystery, and it annoyed her. What if that man isn't... what she expect? After all, there is no guarantee that a man will be attractive.

Half an hour later, Leila was at the address where Bill Kaulitz gave the coordinates. She was still worried, but she wanted it. She couldn't turn around and run anymore. She always had that fantasy of getting down on her knees, being bound, tamed, and trained. But no one ever fulfilled her dreams. She had no choice but to give herself to the stranger, the dominant. And it is easy for Leila to give herself to other men. She was a crazy teenager back then, looking for someone who could fulfill her desires and needs.

The dark-haired girl got out of the car and made her way to the big mansion. A mansion. That said a lot about that dominant. Wealthy. Leila pressed the doorbell with trembling hands, waiting for him to open the door.

"Hi, you're here for Bill Kaulitz?" The voice said politely. Leila looked up at the blonde boy, who had a collar on his neck. Leila's breath hitched at the sight. The collar of the ownership. "He's waiting for you."

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[Moonlight note: Hi, I'm sorry for the mistakes. So, this book will be short, I think, so the action will take very fast places. <3]