LUST

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I blinked my tears away and took a deeo breath as he looked at me. I haven't done anything yet and I feel ashamed.

I'm using my body to get money. I closed my eyes and prepared for the worse.

"How am I going to get my-"

"You will get new clothes." He stated dryly.

"Huh? Why?!" I looked at him like he was crazy.

"Because your outfit and style will have to fit Mr. Jeon's perspective." He plainly said.

I looked at him with wide eyes.

'So I have to change my whole life to fit his? What a shitty life.'

I sighed and held my temples. Closing my eyes, I can feel my body literally shaking. My new boss sounds like a total jerk so far.

"You will also have to address him as Master." He said and I dropped to my feet.

"What!?" I shouted.

"What the hell is that?!" I whined angrily.

"Its the rule." He says it like its a simple thing.

I scoffed and grabbed my hair in frustration.

"Maybe, this lifetime I'm not meant to be happy after all." I chuckled bitterly.

He heard me and shifted in his stand.

"Get up. Boss will be home soon and you will have to cook dinner." He said and I rolled my eyes.

I forced myself to stand up. When I got on my feet, he started to walk. I followed behind him as he enters the huge mansion. My eyes widen at the huge ceiling with a beautiful chandelier. The decor of this house seems comfortable and I didn't fail to see thay he loved the colors black, gold and white.

He took me around and showed me everything. He showed me where things are and how its done. Soon, he took me back into the kitchen and sighed.

"Thats it. My job is done and boss will be home in about thirty minutes. Make sure to have dinner ready by then. Also he already knows your here so be presentable and make sure to do everything he says" He said before turning his heels on me.

"Wait" I said.

He stopped and turned around.

"What?" He asked.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"My name? Its Namjoon." He said before taking his leave.

I turn back to the beautifully decorated kitchen. I sighed and drag myself to the fridge. I looked in it and found some ingredients to make some fried rice. And so, I made fried rice quietly.

I was stirring the pan and checking the time. It was already 10:30pm. I sighed to myself and prepared myself for the worse. I opened my sleeve and blow on my cuts gently as it had a unsettling pain the whole day.

I rolled them back down and stir the fried rice until it was ready. I must've not hear the door open because soon I felt two strong arms wrapping themselves around my thin waist. I jolted at the touch and it made me sick to my mind. I gulped hard knowing that my boss is home.

"Is little kitten cooking for me?" I heard a soft yet manly voice next to my ear.

My eyes widen and my arms shook slightly. I looked ahead and refuse to look back at the man who had my back wrapped into his chest. A smell lingered within him and it was something I hated....

Alcohol.

"Look at me." He demanded in a different tone and I swallowed the lump in my throat.

I slowly turned in his hold to see him. As soon as my eyes landed on his face, I gulped.