"I need 'that' service. The most handome guy here. Thanks." Was her request as she checked into a bar on a beautiful winter night.

Shades and mask to conceal her identity, perfectly ironed, branded one-piece dress with a high quality beret hat, beautiful high boots, long silky black hair she looked like a model.

Not long after she was answered by a receptionist and there, she was given a room and was asked to wait inside.

"Milady, you asked for the night service?" Walked in, the most handsome of all. "I am Dusk, assigned to you for the night. Would you like for me to help you wash up?"

"Hmph! Okay." She agreed after quite a long pause.

She had not expected him to have picked her up and directly dump her into the bathtub!

Groaning, "W----what idiocracy..." she was about to walk out but the guy was unbothered by her comments.

"May I help you change Milady?"

He seem to have no sense of shame whatsoever!

"No. I'll do it myself." She touched the tip of hair which reached to her waist only to find it drenched too. "Umhmm, I was not planing to get them wet any time sooner." She sighed and he heard it.

He, who was about to leave suddenly paused at the door, "My apologies. It was my carelessness that caused you problem, I will help you dry you hair."

"What is he planning on doing now?" She couldn't help but think as he walked back out.

She was out in a few minutes because firstly, she had no intension of bathing and was actually forced into the bathtub by him and secondly, she was curious about this guy now.

She found him leaning on the wall just beside the bathroom door with his eyes closed.

As she leaned forward for a better view of him she noticed his face was perfectly proportional and those beautiful long lashes. Not only his face, his whole figure was in the shape of a model's.

"Milady, please let me dry your hair." He suddenly spoke up startling her.

He didn't wait, didn't speak further either and just held her by the shoulders slightly pushing her to the dressing table and making her sit on the chair.

She was surprised enough to just follow his lead.

He dried her hair with an expressionless, emotionless face.

"Being the curious type, I can not content myself from asking questions."

He was quiet....

"Is this the special service here?" She asked.

He kept doing his job that was to dry her hair and answered, "I am sorry Milady for any trouble I might cause. This is my first time and you are my first client. I am afraid I am not skilled enough just yet to satisfy you."

"Hmmm and yet they sent you to me?" She pondered, "How long have you worked here."

"This is my first day or perhaps night." He answered every question respectfully.

"Then what made you take this job? You obviously don't like this job either." Came her next question to which he said, "I am sorry Milady. I am afraid I can not disclose my personal information to the clients."

"But you answered the last question, didn't you?"

"That was about experience and not a personal question but this is. I am humbly sorry."

"What about the way you started with you name_ Does it not count as your personal information?" A reasonable question indeed.

"That is not my real name. Every employee working the night shift has been given a code name for them to not disclose any sort of personal information."

She retorted, "Your face?"

A direct reply again. "People coming here doesn't care about the face but the pleasure."

"Okay then___" Pressuring him wasn't necessary so why bother ask something he can not share? Alas!

"Do you know who I am? Do you realize not answering me can cause you trouble?" Her curiosity was not ready to back off just yet.

This guy didn't seem to be a hooligan nor was he old enough to have taken this job as fun. He certainly did not seem one of those kind to take advantage of women just for the sake of money. So why??

"I apologize again milady. I am only here to serve you for the night and we might never cross paths again. Please don't hold my inability to answer you as a form of rebuff. I am just bound by the laws of my workplace."

This guy's patience--!!

"But there is no one else here to report it. Why can I not take it as a direct refute from you? Go on and say it or I will use my father's powers to get you out of jobs in an instant. Just so you know he is one of the top business tycoons."

"Milady, Please let me know if I could do anything else for you."

What--- the powerful background didn't scare him?

He was done drying her hair and now leaned forward to place the dryer back on the table.

Unintentionally, his waist brushed past her cheeks making her heart race.

What was that sudden reaction just now and why?

He seemed to have felt no reaction though and so...

The moment came when she didn't find pleasure in threatening him, "Then please do what you are here for." She demanded feeling bored as she got up the chair.

With no warning again, he picked her up. "H---h--Hey!!! Put me down! Put--Me--Down!" She groaned.

Right away, he did what he was told and placed her back on the ground.

She bit her lips and asked again, "What did you intend to do just now!"

His face showed a question mark, What was he doing? Exactly what he was told.

This time, instead of answering to her weird question, he asked his, instead, "Milady if you don't mind, may I ask you---Is this your first time in a night service club?"

She seemed to been have caught by surprise. After overcoming from the shock, she replied, "O---Well yes. So? Isn't this your first time serving in a night service club too?"

"It is nothing Milady. You just don't seem to know or grasp the concept of a night service club."

*Sigh!* She led out a deep breath ready to confess.

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She started by talking with respect first and apologizing. "I beg for forgiveness for using my father's name and threatening you. I was still in the mood of fighting and arguements."

Next she introduced herself as Hazel F. Aster second daughter of the famous business tycoon Louis Astor.

A petite little fairy-like lady with beautiful blue eyes and black hair. It won't be an exaggeration to say she looked like a princess.

"If tonight was, in any way a problem for you because of me, I apologize for that too." Dusk recieved a gentle bow.

The guy said nothing and just stood there. A tall and handsome boy with a 190cm tall frame kept gazing at her as she spoke which made her nervous.

"Oh----" "Umm---" She hesitated but said it anyways, "Would you like to chat over a coffee?"

"Milady's words are my command." He was still prioritizing his job so his client's words were supposed to be his commands__ yes?

She felt a little disappointment at his reaction but at the very least, he would listen unlike the others in her family.

Hazel started to pour her heart out the very instant they sat with the coffee. "My father has always regarded my opinions as a burden even though he care a lot about both me and my sister. I ran away after having an arguement with him about where I want go to university."

"He says business, I say dance and thus both of us never come to a single conclusion over my career's debate. He is just so stubborn that he doesn't understand it is my future we are talking about, not his!"

"Oh right___!" Hazel jolted out of excitement, "Do you mind if I ask you to report me to the police or perhaps just your manager that I have a bad behaviour and I refuse to pay?"

"I am afraid I can not lie Milady. You have been very patient with an inexperienced employee like me and thus..."

"It is my request too. Please do it for me. I will pay you extra I promise. If my father gets a word of my bad behaviour outside, I am certain he would throw me out of the house then I can pursue whatever I want to. Right?"

Her face shown bright and warm in a chilly cold night as she let him know her childish plan however he didn't move an inch, "I beg for forgiveness milady."

"Hmphhhhh!" She crossed her arms across and pouted hard.

"Pouting wouldn't let you have your way Milady." That tone he used for his sentence was more like him trying to accept his mistakes somehow and console her.

Their conversation was hindered by a sudden bang at the door, "Dusk, the manager wants to see you."

"I will be right there." He replied but she held his sleeve, "Please don't send anyone else here, I am_____ afraid." She looked away with embarrassment.

How angry was this girl with her father's decision to have come here at midnight and now she is scared?!

"I am not leaving you alone Milady. Please stay put until I am back from the office across the hallway." He left with these words of consolation.

She stood back up and thrusted her hand in her pocket, pulling out a cellphone.

The very first glance made her flinch with fear. "19 missed calls---!!!!!"

Not wasting a single minute, she collected her things and prepared to leave.

The moment she opened the door and stepped out, she collided with someone, "I apologize. I am in a bit of haste." She was ready to run but the person she had just barged into, held her arm with tremendous force pulling her towards him, "This is not the way to apologize here__ maid!"

She cooled herself and replied calmly, "I'm afraid you've mistaken me for an employee but I am a customer as well. Please mind your words and let me go. I humbly request."

"Look at you talking all high and mighty. Do you take me for a fool? People, especially all the maids, always lie when they encounter a situation like this one. So you found this one lie convincing too, didn't you?" He was so persistent on believing whatever he thought was right! Unreasonable!

"Oh my, I wish I had Drake here." She felt, for the first time in years, the need of her bodyguard with her.

She was still sighing when another palm held her arm and pushed the other guy away.

"RUN!" was the last thing she remembered before actually taking off.

As she tried to match this guy's speed, she couldn't help glancing at his back as he ran holding her wrist tight.

Cold__ It was so cold, freezing actually and he? He was in a thin plain white shirt just like the snow in this very season. How ironic, even if she compared him with the cold snow of the season, his hands were unusually warm.

Not to mention, there were no worries in their hears of what destination will this path take them to. She followed him like he was the only person in this world.

However, "Hmm___ for her? I just threw myself in a huge problem with my own hands." was the only thought running in repeat in his mind.

Without thinking or worrying, he ran away, out of the bar and even across the grumpy manager's room. He was certain the manager has seen him and even called but his ears were ringing and he didn't even stop at his calls!

The swift gust of wind was about to blow away her hat but he stopped just in time.

"Now...?"

She had the audacity to ask a question like that to the guy who just made his way to poverty by giving up his hard found job!

"Now, I will be leaving you outside your door and heading for my house." His temperament changed as swifty as the gust of wind just now. And ironically again, he became cold as the ice she just compared him with!

"HUH?" She tilted her head pretending not to understand. Does this guy has no pity?

"Exactly that." He picked her up on his shoulder this time, totally different from the princely way he did before, halted a taxi despite her denials and struggles.

"Is everything alright ma'am." Her weird cries also made the driver concerned and thus resulting in his question.

Dear Hazel here was about to cause another problem by putting some sort of blame on him when he covered her mouth with his palm and answered himself, "My girlfriend here is angry with me. I am certain she needs a little time at her own house to cool down and then we would surely make up."

"Oh Sweet couple these days." The taxi driver commented blushing.

"WHAT DID HE JUST SAY!" She mouthed.

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...Hazel F Aster...

...Real name: Felici Aster...

...Appearance: Long black hair, blue eyes, cute as a little bunny....

...Height: 170 cm...

...Age: 18 years...

...Background: Second daughter of a big business tycoon....

...Personality: Spoiled brat!...

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So he just causally told the driver that he was her boyfriend. "What gives!" Then he literally found the address of her father on the internet and threw her out the same taxi in front of the mansion door. "WHATTTT GIVES!"

He is just so annoying.

"But Felici, Didn't you say he was handsome?" Annalise disagreed. "How could he be handsome and rude at the same time?"

"Firstly..." Hazel interrupted, "I prefer to be called Hazel and not Felici and secondly, Who told you handsome guys are meant to be polite?"

"Good looks or not, for throwing me out like that he is the most ill-mannered and discourteous person I have ever met!"

Annalise Astor, eldest daughter and Hazel's *aka Felici* elder sister. She was alluring, highly charming with attractive figure and the charm of a noble lady. She looked like a teen model even though she was 21.

With the words her younger sister just spoke, she was not yet convinced.

They were in their usual hiding spot in the tree house in the afternoon of the same day she was 'abandoned' by Dusk early morning.

"Hmmmmm--------"

"Let me talk to father about your university application." She instantly offered. "Perhaps at this moment only I can help you convince our father."

Felici leaned in with sparkly eyes, "You will do that...???" But Felici's bubble didn't take long before busting.

Annalise placed her finger on Felici's forehead and pushed her back, "Hold it. What do you suppose I'd gain from this? For me to help you, Introduce me to this guy." She turned the tables in a blink.

Felici couldn't help thinking for a moment. She cupped her face and swung back and forth.

"If introducing these two is all I have to do then it seems an attractive offer but... IF that guy annoyed my sister somehow, perhaps I would be the one to face consequences. That's right..."

"Okay---"

"Yes?" Annalise was over the moon.

"But---" Her happiness was put to a halt, "I would do that once you have convinced father."

Annalise, the dear sister of hers got up, "On it!" and just like that, took off.

"Sigh! Now to think how am I to persuade the guy to meet my sister?" Thinking how warm and cold he could be at the same time, she couldn't figure out the what exactly is his real personality.

"Or---" She just got a brilliant idea worth trying once.

The very night, she decided to go back to same the night club in hope of finding him here.

"Request for a night service. It would be best if you send me the employee, Dusk to me." She said at the counter.

"Good evening. We will forward your request madam." The receptionist politely alloted her the room and the same as yesterday too.

She waited in front of the big window for him to show up.

The night view of the city was enigmatic even from the third floor not to mention the flickering lights that looked magical. For someone who never got a chance to see the city from anywhere but the window of her own room, this view was more than just beautiful. It was calming to the nerves.

"You again?" She heard a awe-stricken voice, one she was quite aware of.

There was no need to turn around to know who the person was. "Yes. Me again! Won't you agree I saved your job?"

"How are you of any connection to my job?"

"I am still your guest. Mind your words." She was acting spoiled. "You wouldn't wanna risk your job again, would you?" She questioned.

"Y--yes Milady." He became obedient. "Please let me know what would you like me to do for you today?" He made a good deep bow.

"Perhaps another tea session would be preferred."

Her requests were arranged for in minutes and they sat for another cup of tea together.

She had the first word after a sip, "From what I perceive, you are in dire need of money and this is the only job you can find that works with your busy morning schedule, perhaps college?"

"Milady, I have informed you of the rules in my workplace but if you have already investigated my background I am left with no choice but to agree."

"No no--- I didn't investigate or anything. It was just an assumption to which you have agreed and assured me." She was expert in wordplay because of all the debates she has had with her father. "Does it seem convincing if I hire you for a job in my manor and pay three times you would earn from here in the same time period?" Saying so she stuck out three fingers.

"It doesn't end there, Your time will be perfectly aligned with your study-time."

"I appreciate your concerns milady but I can not accept your kind gesture."

"Hmmm?" She was forced to think through her strategy. "It would be best if I put forward this matter again a few days later when he'll be willing to accept it not as a favour or kind gesture but as a friend's help instead."

Most importantly, she had to think of what sort of job he could be assigned to.

The days went by swiftly with the usual home tutors coming and teaching grammar, arithmetic, history, etiquette lessons and what not *except dance* to both her and Annalise while at night Felici snuck out to go to the usual place to find him.

Certainly, he was always there, mannered and poised as a gentleman he acted to be.

The week didn't go in waste though. Felici kept records of a lot of things and contemplated the situations.

"Spending over a week with him just chatting on casual topics, I found a lot about him. A few things I had to be aware of, if I had to list them they'd be__ for instance--"

"Number 1, He is very perceptive. Creating a fake scenario for Annalise and him to meet will be a tough grind."

"Number 2, he is very strict with his personal information. I wasn't even able to make him spill his real name. Lucky, I was that he told me his age but I'm not sure if that was authentic either."

"Number 3, he is literally of my sister's age but in the same educational level as me apparently because he had to earn his own tuition fees and that held him a couple years back."

"Number 4, A total lady killer but Not at all into relationships. Even if girls approach him, he is sure to give them cold shoulder."

"And most importantly---Number 5 He hate lies so if I am caught lying, I will not be able to talk to him ever again."

"There might be a few things I'm overlooking but let's keep that for later and try to think of a way to get him a job."

"On the tenth day from my sister's unusual proposal of help, she came to my room again."

"I have convinced father of letting you join the Dance academy..." She announced with lack of enthusiasm.

"A dance academy? Didn't you say you would help me get into the university of my choice?"

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...Know your character...

...Dusk...

...Real name: *Unknown*...

...Appearance: Dusty brown hair, black eyes, hot and cold at the same time...

...Height: 185 cm...

...Age: 21 years...

...Background: *Unknown*...

...Personality: Coldly considerate!...

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