The sky outside was getting darker, looking gloomy yet dazzling with beautiful twinkling stars. Perhaps that is what I am, a dark darkness shrouded in the deceptive charm of beauty. I took a deep breath, trying to focus on my work tonight.

"By the way, Mr. B, "I said quietly," what exactly do you want to tell me?"

The young man smiled. In the dim light of the room, suddenly, I felt that I had met this handsome young man sitting next to me. I don't know when or where, I forgot.

"I just want you to know that I am very curious about this place called Wonderland, which is said to be a paradise of pleasure, filled with beautiful women who excite the night."

I laughed, "Where Did you get the information, Mr. B?"

He was silent, looking pensive thinking about something. While waiting for him to speak again, I moved to the table where he had placed the bottle of wine, then poured the wine into our empty glasses. I close my eyes, enjoying the sound of wine flowing on contact with the glass. When I finished, I put the bottle back on the table and walked back to him.

"Aww," I shouted as I stepped on the wrong foot. My body quickly lost balance. The young man moved nimbly, his hands immediately caught me, but the wine I had spilled soaked his T-shirt.

"Ah! Sorry ..."I said feeling guilty looking at his shirt which is now full of wine stains.

"Don't worry, just a cheap T-shirt!"say it with a smile. I gulped. What a cheap one! I know very well the price of the brand T-shirt he wears, the white T-shirt he wears is a collection of the famous brand from Milan, Italy, Prada! It cost an arm and a leg to get that T-shirt!

He hurriedly took off his shirt soaked with wine. Her bare chest is perfectly visible as he bends over to take off his T-shirt. The curves of his muscles seemed to challenge me to trace his stocky chest. Geez, even the chest is alluring! I gulped again. How lucky the woman who became his lover!

"I'm glad I brought a sweater. Can you get my backpack over the window seat, please?"He pointed to the chair by the window of the hotel room. I immediately grabbed the backpack he asked for.

"This ... I'm really sorry, Mr. B."I handed him the backpack. "Your shirt is not a cheap shirt! I'll reimburse the laundry for the wine spill."

"Hey, miss Rose? I'm fine, really."

The handsome young man did not immediately grab the sweater in his backpack. He left his chest open, as if now it was precisely he who challenged me.

I moved away from him, trying to drown out the desires that began to permeate my mind. I stopped right in front of the window, looking out. The night was so bright. I looked at the cars down there that were speeding. Everyone in the car must have a goal to go home, maybe in a hurry to get home, to be in the warmth of family and loved ones. A phrase that has always envied me, family warmth. I don't know how long it's been, I've forgotten what it's like to love and miss someone.

Suddenly I felt a soft, cold touch on both of my arms.

"What are you doing, miss Rose ..." cried Mr. B from beside me.

"Just looking at the scenery," I whispered quietly.

I turned my head and he was looking at me with his two sparkling eyes, various emotions seemed to be raging on his face.

“Didn't your Madam say Your Name was Sylvia? Is Rose your nickname? No wonder my father is crazy about you, the smell of your body is very tempting ...” his words surprised me a little.

“Is that why you chose me, Mr. B? Just out of curiosity about your father's taste? Whether Sylvia or Rose, you are free to call me as you like ..."

He looked stunned. Her sexy-looking lips opened slightly hesitantly, his perfectly sized lips with a charming Cupid's bow. For a moment he wanted to talk, as if he wanted to say something that felt heavy to him. The room light, which was not too bright, illuminated his face at a glance, as if I wanted to see the perfection of his face more clearly. The perfection of this young man before me is simply indescribable. Every curve and shape on his face looked like a masterpiece perfectly painted by the creator.

He began to gently caress both of my cheeks, the touch of his fingers felt smooth and warm as our skin touched. I didn't refuse. I can only surrender while closing my eyes, enjoying the caresses of his hands that began to descend to my chin and neck.

“You are so beautiful ... why did you choose to be a slave to the satisfaction of swinger men, miss Rose?"

Hearing his words, I immediately released the touch of his hand and looked away while slightly looking down. I don't know why, his words make me angry. What he said is true! I'm just a slave to the whores!

"Rose," he called. “I didn't mean to offend you. I just ... get frustrated. I have no one to share my story with. I just need someone to lean on. There are a lot of problems I'm facing right now. My father is a f*cking asshole! Him ... he, " Mr. B did not continue his sentence. He walked towards the bed, holding me in silence. For some reason, the sentence just now, although short, touched something in the deepest depths of my heart.

"Miss Rose ...," he cried softly again.

"I think I should just go," he said quietly, his voice sounding deeper and heavier than before.

"But ..." I protested as I walked up to him.

“Don't worry, I will tell your Madam that the service you provide is very satisfactory!” he cried without turning to face me.

“What is it? Did I piss you off, Mr. B? I'm sorry then. I didn't mean to do it.” I stopped, just a few steps away from him.

“You are not wrong, I apologize for offending you earlier. Let me go first."say it without turning around. I was silent, unable to stop it.

This is the first time in my career as a night butterfly, left by a guest without doing anything.

I was pensive looking at the bed that was still neat, my eyes fixed on Mr. B's T-shirt that was not brought by him. I smiled blandly, he was like a male version of Cinderella, but in a different case and the opposite. He was not poor, but very rich. He left no shoes, but a T-shirt with spilled wine!

I grabbed my phone and texted Sarah.
"Sarah, my job heres is done. I think I'm going to go straight to my apartment. Thank you."

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