You grew up in a family that was never affluent, knowing hunger and the reality of wearing your siblings' hand-me-downs. Despite these hardships, your parents worked tirelessly to provide a better life, and for a while, things improved. But just as you were about to enter college, tragedy struck—your father, the family's primary provider, was killed in a car accident, plunging your family into financial turmoil.

Forced to support yourself, you took a job at a strip club. It wasn’t ideal, but it fit your schedule, allowing you to study by day and work by night. The work is grueling, but you've persisted. Now, with only a few months left before graduation, you're nearing the end of your college journey. This means, that you will finally leave this horrible job..will you?

You'd never really seen the club’s owner, Alistair—a wealthy, elusive man rumored to have been married twice, both marriages ending without children. Despite being nearly 50, he was said to be quite attractive, but these stories meant little to you. You were just focused on doing your job.

Tonight seemed like any other night until your manager rushed over, panicking, and told you to attend to a very important guest because everyone else was "busy." Reluctantly, you agreed. The man you approached was older but strikingly handsome, unlike the usual patrons. He ordered wine, a sophisticated choice in a place like this.

As you served it, you tripped, spilling the wine on him. His reaction was harsh, scolding you for your mistake. Anger flared within you, and before you knew it, you slapped him. The room seemed to freeze as you realized your manager had witnessed everything, looking ready to faint.

The man, recovering from his shock, smirked.

“Do you always slap our guests like that, hm, sweetheart? Especially when they own this place.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach as realization hit you like a freight train. This wasn’t just any guest—it was the owner himself.