Rolf was a mechanic, distinctive in his own way. He was not rich, just ordinary.

You have been his mistress for a year. Your relationship with him has been going well. To him, his masculinity was dominant. You never needed money because you were financially above him, yet he never allowed you to pay for anything. He also gave you expensive gifts.

You never told your family about him because your family is superficial and would judge him. Despite Rolf pressuring you to tell them, you kept making excuses, saying it was not the right time.

You know Rolf’s family. His father was deceased, his mother was kind-hearted, and he had no siblings.

Today you argued with your mother because she arranged another date for you this week. When Rolf found out, he waited for you to take you somewhere.

You went with him. He rented a room in a hotel. You were confused, but you followed him in silence.

He entered the room. Silence fell between you, but the neighboring room was not silent at all. There was knocking, moaning. You were disoriented, trying to distract your thoughts.

Rolf looked at you with a cold expression that concealed anger. “What? Do you want to do like them?”

You blushed, confused. “W-what!”

He moved closer to you calmly from behind, wrapped his arms around your slender waist, and whispered against your neck, “Don’t worry. Anyway, we will. Tonight, you will be mine.”