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Chapter 6

Layla tried to hold back her annoyance, she didn't know why yesterday she acted like a kitten who was happily adopted by a human at an auction. She should have guessed that no decent man would hire a woman just for fun.

Lucien glanced at her coldly while cutting the pancakes on the plate with a small knife in his hand. This feeling of being watched made Layla feel uncomfortable. She couldn't even swallow her food.

"Can you stop looking at me like that?" Very bravely, she immediately asked Lucien to stop looking at her. She showed an expression of resistance that she hoped would make Lucien think 1000 times about treating her like a doll that he could control as he pleased.

"I rented you at a very high price where I could rent 10 women prettier and more attractive than you for the same price. Just because you are John Weisz's wife, I am willing to spend money on that. So, I have rights over you not you."

"I'll only be with you for three months, it's best to just say whatever you want from me so we can spend these three months well."

"So anything you can do for me, hmm?" Lucien smiled. He didn't expect Layla to be so frank with him. He just didn't know that Layla was not a woman who would hide what she wanted. If she wants something, she will definitely say it directly.

However, hearing Lucien's question, she felt a little worried. How come? She will live with Lucien for three months and during that time she will be under the power of a mysterious man whose name makes her feel like her childhood trauma is coming back to life.

"I'll do whatever you want! You can ask me to have sex with you whenever you want and in any way you want."

"Is it true?"

"Yeah, isn't that what you want! So, you just have to say what you want!"

"Because that's all you can do, right?"

"W-what?"

"You can only be a sexual object for men, you don't have any skills or talents. You're nothing more than a lowly whore."

Layla fell silent, hearing the insults that Lucien said to her. He called her a despicable whore? But on the one hand, he actually hired the prostitute for quite a long time.

"If you think I'm just a prostitute, why don't you look for a respectable woman to go on a date with? Wouldn't that make more sense since you're also a respectable man, right?" In response to Lucien' insult, instead of crying, she immediately responded with sarcasm. For her, neither John Weisz nor this man, neither of them was much better.

Lucien smiled, his reaction showed that he looked even more excited. He got up from his seat and walked over to Layla, who was silent in place, feeling uneasy. Lucien stood beside the table, looking at Layla with the gaze of a vicious predator who would eat his prey alive.

"You know? One of the pleasures of rich men is buying and renting women just to treat them like pets. You look attractive enough to be one of my prized collections. At least enjoy your role until then!" Lucien said as he left.

Layla's hands were clenched, for her there were no words crueler than the man's words. She wanted to cry, but she tried hard to hold back her tears. She didn't want to be weak at times like this.

Lucien stopped walking and looked back for a moment, he smiled sarcastically before asking Layla to do something for him.

"Read the letter that is on the table in your room, it says all your duties for three months, what you can and cannot do while you are with me. I hope you read and understand it, because I really hate intentional or unintentional mistakes just because you don't understand your duties properly. Do you understand?"


"Crazy...! You crazy guy...! What does he really want? Why is he rambling like that? He should have just said it directly?"

Layla shouted loudly when she returned to her room. She felt very frustrated even though she had only been there one day. She began to feel that the man named Lucien Stephenson had some kind of terrible narcissistic personality disorder.

"Lucien? Why does his name have to be Lucien? The Lucien I know is a very sweet and kind boy. Ah damn, I'm starting to hate that name!" She grumbled in annoyance. She tried to forget the assignment letter that Lucien gave her even though she had seen the letter on the table.

She sighed, it was still too late in the day to feel bored in this place. Feeling restless, she walked over to the table and took the letter she didn't really want to read.

She opened the letter and someone Lucien ordered her to try to read and understand the contents of the letter so that in the future she wouldn't make a mistake.

'Here are your tasks for the next three months.

1. Wake up in the morning, get ready and have breakfast before 8 am.

2. Accompany all my activities and every day there are different activities, the night before the maids will tell you the activities I will do the next day.

3. Dress neatly and elegantly, every weekend there is a party to attend.

4. Have dinner together and don't leave food on the plate.'

5. Accompany camping and hunting on the last week of every month.

"What is this? Why is the task formal like this?" She felt a little confused because clearly, the tasks she had to do were not the duties of a sex slave which should always be related to sexual relations.

Layla frowned, was this really the job of a sex slave? She had tried reading it over and over again and understood it well. But the result is still the same, the activities and tasks she does don't sound bad at all.

"No, I can't be careless. It could be just camouflage, it's impossible for him to be this good and just make me his companion for every activity he does. Isn't that too easy after he spent a lot of money just to find a companion?"

"Excuse me, Miss?" A maid knocked on the front door carefully. She could guess that the maid would definitely convey a message from Lucas to her.

"Please come in!" She answered from inside the room. A maid opened the door and stepped into the room towards her.

"Sorry Miss, master asked you to get ready immediately because at 12 noon you will be going to a meeting with his business partners and subordinates."

"So that means I have to accompany him, right?"

"That's right, Miss!"

"Okay, I'll get ready right away!"

"The maids will help you!"

"That's not necessary, I can do it myself. I just need to change my clothes and put on a little make-up!"

"But that is a task that master has given you, so you cannot refuse."

"Oh my God, is your master really like that? Does he think I'm a baby who can't take care of myself?"

"Master has very high standards for his appearance and that of his partner. Apart from that, he is very perfectionist. I hope you can understand that."

"Perfectionist? Oh shit, It seems very obvious. Ok, I understand. Whatever it is, I have no reason to refuse and argue, right? We'll see, to what extent he can be a perfectionist."


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