One month had passed, and the glimmer of victory that once represented his chance to break free from his aunt's grasp had faded into disappointment. With the loss weighing heavily on his mind, he found himself trapped in a cycle of despair, consumed by thoughts of how to connect with a designer who could help him escape his dire situation. Each day, the physical and emotional toll of his aunt's relentless abuse intensified, leaving him feeling more isolated and hopeless. To make matters worse, she began to pressure him for money, adding another layer of torment to his already difficult existence.
He starts to question why he hasn't considered working with a smaller company. While the profits may not be substantial, he finds himself in a position where he can get by for the time being, and they have extended an invitation for him to join them at the bar later today. As for the contract, the other party operates a company with a typical income, and everything seems to be running smoothly. However, the real dilemma arises when his partner suggests meeting at a bar, which is a new experience for him, and he isn't particularly enthusiastic about the idea of spending time in such an environment.
'' BAR LOCATION ''
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😁ENJOY BAR LOCATION 😁
As he stood in front of the bar, he reassured himself that he would return in just a few hours after the meeting, not considering the possibility that the other person might have ulterior motives. It was hard to fathom that someone would be genuinely interested in his design and physical looks. His striking beauty and alluring presence felt like a double-edged sword; while it attracted the attention of men everywhere, it also brought its own set of challenges. To navigate this attention, he had taken to using makeup and adding freckles, creating a façade that allowed him to blend in while still maintaining an air of intrigue. He often believed that being beautiful and handsome was a double-edged sword, bringing both advantages and challenges into his life. The bless and curse.
He wear a typical loose-fitting long white shirt paired with black jeans, and his jet-black hair is neatly tied back, accentuating his slender and petite waistline. This combination creates an ethereal appearance, enhanced further by his artificial skin tone.
In truth, his looks are nothing short of extraordinary, with his complexion resembling the smoothness of cream, giving his face a strikingly pale appearance. His lips, tinted a vibrant red, evoke the allure of freshly bloomed roses, as if he had just shared a kiss. Those captivating blue eyes, reminiscent of the vast ocean, have an enchanting quality that draws in anyone who gazes into them, almost as if he possesses an irresistible charm that captivates the hearts of those around him. It feels as though he was crafted by divine hands, embodying a beauty that seems almost celestial. He is a perfect blend of his parents' striking features, a delightful mix of French and Indian heritage, creating a unique allure that the world has yet to fully appreciate.
Once the contract was signed, both parties were on the same page and everything seemed to be progressing well. However, he suddenly felt an unusual sensation coursing through his body. When he glanced down at the glass in his hand, a wave of realization hit him—he suspected that the the potato stomach man(overweight man) had slipped something into his drink without him realizing it. Seizing the opportunity, he quickly made up an excuse about needing to use the restroom, eager to escape the presence of the unpleasant, rotund figure.
Once he stepped out of that place, he faced the urgent need to confront his personal struggles or seek assistance to tackle his addiction. The substance coursing through his veins started to take hold, leaving him breathless and clouding his thoughts in a haze. In a moment of misguided hope, he thought that by making his way to the VIP or Private room, he might stumble upon a casual night. Without a second thought, he pushed the door open with one hand, only to find himself face-to-face once more with a man who had previously been a VIP guest at his university.
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VIP ROOM OF MYSTERY MAN
Just as he was about to ask the man to stay the night, he felt his legs give way beneath him, teetering on the brink of collapse. In that moment, a strong arm caught him, steadying him and keeping him upright. It was only when he glanced up that he finally saw the man's face, and an unsettling feeling of danger washed over him. Their eyes met, creating an intense connection, and then he heard a man from behind him calling out, "SURYA."
His words flowed softly from his lips, wrapped in a gentle, alluring tone as in his arms and he asked, "Would you like to stay the night with me?"
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