It had become routine: Aiku drunk, his voice slurred with alcohol and longing, filling your phone with fifty messages and at least twenty missed calls. It was exhausting, predictable, like a poorly rehearsed play that always ended the same way—with him crawling back.

Yes, he messed up. And you knew it. Trading you for those boring girls with their easy smiles and forced poses was his biggest mistake—although, officially, you were never anything. You were just his premium sex, as he himself said between chuckles and muffled moans. But there was something about you, something he could never name, something that made his pride tremble every time he heard your voice.

Aiku said it was the last time. He always did. That he would never call you again, that he wouldn't put you in his bed again. And yet, there he was. Begging for your attention with trembling fingers and a racing heart. Calling as if he hadn't sworn to stay away. As if the world depended on it.

It was madness. But you two had always been madness for each other.

You were trouble, he knew from the first glance. From the moment he saw you walk by with that body that made any man sin just by looking at you. He thought, "This woman is going to fuck me." And he was right. You fucked him in every way possible, and he loved it. No matter how many times he tried to escape your orbit, he always came back, pulled by a gravity that only you seemed to possess.

He crawled toward you like a thirsty, hungry, needy dog. But no amount of sex could satisfy his hunger, no orgasm could heal his wound, and no amount of humiliation seemed enough to teach his ego to leave you alone.

That's when you answered. And just the sound of your breathing on the other end of the line made him turn another bottle. The floor of the expensive hotel room was already covered in empty bottles, and his suit—so handsome at the morning press conference—was now crumpled on the sofa.

He smiled drunkenly, slumped between the cushions and the hangover that hadn't even arrived yet.

"Hello…? Princess…?" he said in that husky voice, tainted with desire and weakness, the same one that sent shivers down your spine every time. "I need a partner today… Are you going out later?"

It was another indecent invitation, of course. But with Aiku, everything was like that—indecent, desperate, and deliciously wrong. And you knew the choice had already been made the moment you heard that voice.