Episode 5

After Daisy's departure, Ansella's phone rang, a call she believed to be a money invitation.

The contact number displayed on her phone read "Madam," a middle-aged woman involved in a dark business of trading women.

"Yes, Madam?" Ansella greeted, picking up her phone.

"There's a job, are you willing?" Madam's voice was light.

"Where should I go?" Ansella asked.

"I will send you the address and contact number, you can reach out to that person. Don't make any mistakes, this concerns my reputation. The person you will serve is a very influential man." Madam commanded firmly.

"You know, I am a professional."

Then the call ended abruptly.

"Mom, I have to get ready and go."

"But... Who will help me tidy up these things if you leave?" Samantha said.

"I am trying to make money, Mom!!" Ansella shouted as she walked away.

"Fine, do what you have to do." Samantha said disappointedly.

*Presidential**Hotel Sky Light*

A beautiful woman knocked on the door of the presidential suite, she had short hair and revealed a slender neck. She was dressed in a seductive outfit.

Her chest was large, and she had a slim figure with long legs and bright red high heels.

The woman pressed the doorbell and knocked several times, but there was no answer and no one opened the door. Then she appeared to be contacting someone through her glittering but slightly tacky handbag phone. Soon, Traver arrived.

And the woman was Ansella.

"Sorry, maybe Mr. Ben is taking a shower," Traver said as he opened the door with his access card.

"Yes, hopefully no one recognizes me. Damn, is he wealthy? My clients are staying at the hotel where I work." Ansella thought to herself.

The woman then followed Traver and stood there.

"Please wait here, don't sit on the sofa and don't touch anything," Traver said before leaving the presidential suite.

Not long after, Ben came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

He had a muscular and powerful body, and he was still young and very tall, which instantly made Ansella's heart jump and beat like a drum. She was instantly aroused.

"Are you the one who requested the service?" Ansella asked, teasingly and softly.

"Did Traver inform you about the arrangement?" Ben asked as he walked towards a table and a shelf filled with several bottles of alcohol and wine.

Ansella nodded. Before coming, Ansella had a phone conversation with Traver to discuss the arrangement.

"What does it entail?" Ben made sure, pouring whiskey into his glass and sipping it slowly.

"I am not allowed to touch your body, I won't engage in any sexual activities with you, and I won't reveal your secrets," the woman replied.

"Then..." Ben poured whiskey into his glass and took a sip.

"You only want oral service," the woman replied again.

"Then you should provide satisfactory service," Ben ordered in a flat tone.

"Of course, sir, this is the first time I am willing to do it even without payment."

"I will still pay you a substantial amount of money," Ben said, placing his glass on the table.

Ben then sat on the sofa, gesturing for Ansella to kneel in front of him. He gripped her small head with one of his large and strong hands.

With his other hand, Ben untied his towel and let it fall.

Ben's thumb pressed against Ansella's lips, which were painted with bright red lipstick, and he roughly directed her head and mouth to the area that would give him pleasure.

The woman opened her mouth. As minutes passed, and hours later, Ben felt tension building in his entire body, feeling the need to release something.

And in the final moments, Ben finally reached his climax, groaning as he pushed Ansella's mouth even deeper, gripping her hair tightly.

Ansella's hair was messy, and she wiped her mouth.

"Swallow." Ben commanded, his face dark.

Ansella then swallowed.

Ben reached for his towel on the floor and used it again.

"Go, Traver is outside, sign the contract and get your money."

"You can call me anytime, sir, if you need me again, I will prioritize you, because your handsomeness and everything about your body has hypnotized me."

Ben didn't care about anything the woman said, he went back to the bathroom to clean himself.

Meanwhile, Ansella left the presidential suite, slightly rubbing her sore and painful mouth.

"Oh, what would happen if I got involved with him, I'm so curious..." Ansella thought.

Outside the apartment, Traver was already waiting with some documents in his hands. Seeing Ansella come out, Traver gestured for her to follow him.

Inside Traver's apartment, not far from Ben's, Ansella also noticed how handsome Traver was. He was just the personal secretary of the master she served, but why did he exude the aura and handsomeness of a big boss?

Traver then sat down and opened his files while Ansella remained standing.

"Please sit down and read it all," Traver said.

Ansella sat down and instantly signed it.

"I know, I won't tell anyone," Ansella said confidently.

Traver observed the naive and ambitious nature of the woman.

"Even so, I will give you an overview. After signing it, you are obligated to keep this secret from anyone, never discuss how you serve Mr. Benjove. If you violate it, you have broken the agreement and will face legal sanctions, and you are obliged to return ten times the amount of money you received," Traver said.

"So his name is Mr. Benjove?" Ansella asked.

Traver nodded.

"Mr. Benjove Haghwer."

"Of course, I will always keep it a secret, and I would be happy if you contact me again. Don't forget to save my contact number, Mr. Traver," Ansella said, winking one eye.

"The money has been sent to your bank account," Traver said, standing up.

"Thank you," Ansella said, extending her hand for a handshake.

Traver looked at her and had a grim expression.

Then Traver shook Ansella's hand.

"Don't you have any intention of using me? I will fulfill all your expectations. I'm sure you won't be disappointed with my service, Mr. Traver," Ansella said.