Episode 2

Months pass, and my mother is six months pregnant; we know it will be a girl. Mom and Dr. Joshua have grown close, and we've even visited Joshua's hometown where his parents treated us with great warmth. They adore Mom and don't seem to mind that she has me and is expecting another child. We spent a lovely weekend there.

Upon our return home, everything is going smoothly until I catch a news piece on businessman Nicolas Black and his family. In a photo, I spot my father alongside that woman and their two kids—a boy named Nicolas and a girl, Nadia. They are twins, the article mentions, and they're thirteen years old.

I try not to let the news get to me, but it's tough. He looks so happy in the photo, a happiness he never shared with Mom and me. I go to bed vowing to myself that I don't need him.

Time passes, and my sister is born; her name is Camil Miller, taking Dr. Joshua's last name—Mom and he had quietly married. Joshua has offered me his name, and I've taken it; we are now family.

Camil is beautiful, and thankfully she is normal. Even though Joshua and Mom assure me there's nothing wrong with me, I struggle to believe them. Maybe one day I will accept myself.

Years go by, and I graduate with honors; I've always been very bright. I've earned a scholarship to continue my education and have no desire to be a burden on Mom and Joshua.

They have their hands full with my six-year-old sister who's quite the handful, and Joshua doesn't earn much. Mom's clothing store is doing alright, though.

Nevertheless, I've decided to search for a part-time job—I'm nineteen, and it can help me save some money. I've chosen to follow in Joshua's footsteps and study medicine.

Currently, I'm working as a waiter at a hotel; it's a temporary gig, so I'm working hard in hopes they will rehire me during vacation.

I've heard there's a major party happening, but I'm not sure who it's for—attending is out of bounds for me.

A while ago, I received a room service call, so I'm off, pushing the cart with the order.

Upon reaching the room, I knock and wait for entry. Once inside, I head to leave, but he grips my shoulders.

His piercing blue eyes mesmerize me; he's incredibly handsome and, for some reason, I'm spellbound. His kiss, which gradually intensifies, catches me off guard, and his whispers of apology somehow ignite something wild within me. His caresses and touch cloud my mind; I stop thinking and respond passionately. He kisses me fiercely and continues down my neck and body. With each touch, I want more. I reciprocate, caressing back, feeling an indescribable pleasure. The pain when he enters me is sharp, but I soon adjust, moving rhythmically with him. The night is filled with unbridled passion and desire, a realization that while I've never been attracted to women, nor men until now, with him I feel so comfortable and aroused.

The next morning, waking up beside this stranger snaps me back to reality. Without rousing him, I quietly depart from the room. The manager is enraged, as I had seemingly vanished without a trace the entire night.