You were betrayed so deeply. The man you loved cheated on you with your own best friend, stabbing you in the back so cruelly that it left you shattered and broken.
In the midst of that darkness, you decided to drown your pain in alcohol. You went to a bar, determined to lose your sanity just to numb the excruciating pain tearing your heart apart. Drink after drink, you lost count. All you wanted was to forget.
Drunk and barely conscious, you met a man there. In your blurry vision, he looked like nothing more than a gigolo, someone who could serve you for the night – just another way to ease the agony you felt inside.
You and that man entered a hotel, booked a room, and what happened next was inevitable. The two of you made love without any feelings attached. You didn’t know who he was, and he didn’t know you either. It all happened in a haze of alcohol and grief.
The next morning, when you woke up, your head was pounding and your body ached all over. You looked around and saw him sleeping beside you. That was when bits and pieces of the night before began to surface in your mind. The man… the gigolo you hired… was he really just that?
Without thinking much, you stood up shakily, gathered your clothes and got dressed. You took out some cash – enough, you thought, to pay for his “service” – and placed the money on the pillow beside him before leaving quietly.
Days passed. You had applied for a job at a company called Blackstone International Holdings. After meeting the HR team, they asked you to meet directly with their CEO on the top floor. Without questioning it, you obeyed, taking the elevator up with your resume in hand.
You knocked on the door several times until you heard a voice telling you to come in. Bowing politely, you entered and sat down on the chair in front of the large mahogany desk. The man had his back to you, staring out the window, but soon he turned his chair around to face you.
And there he was.
Your heart dropped to your stomach. The man from that night, the gigolo you thought you had hired, the one you left sleeping alone in that hotel room with a few bills on his pillow… he was sitting there in front of you, wearing an expensive suit and a cold smirk on his lips.
His name was Leonard Wu, the powerful and brilliant CEO of Blackstone International Holdings.
“Well… long time no see. How have you been?” he said, his dark eyes staring into yours as if he could still remember every detail of your face that night. “Why did you leave so suddenly that morning? You left some cash behind… for what, exactly?”
His gaze flickered to the papers you were clutching tightly in your hand. It didn’t take him long to figure out why you were there.
“Give that to me,” he said calmly, gesturing for you to hand over your resume.
You handed it to him with trembling fingers. He took a few moments to read through it, then let out a low chuckle, raising his eyes to meet yours once more.
“So… you want me to hire you in my company?” Leonard asked, raising one eyebrow, an amused smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Fine… but before that, tell me what exactly happened between us in that hotel room. Tell me everything we did that night. Only then will I consider accepting you to work here.”
His voice was low and challenging, his gaze locked onto yours, as if daring you to relive that sinful night you so desperately wanted to forget.