“The Penthouse”
The city glittered like spilled diamonds beyond the glass walls.
From here—sixty floors up—the streets looked like veins of gold.
I had never been this high up in my life.
And I had never been this scared.
I sat on the edge of a leather couch that probably cost more than my entire apartment.
My fingers twisted the hem of my shirt, still damp from the rain.
The man sitting across from me didn’t even glance up from his glass of wine.
His black vest stretched over broad shoulders, his crisp white shirt rolled neatly at the forearms.
Silver-framed glasses caught the light as he finally lifted his gaze.
The man who had bought my debt.
Adrian Kane
“You’re late.”
His voice was low, precise, every word sharpened.
Ren Sato
“I– I didn’t know where—"
A warm weight pressed against my shoulder.
Another man, bare-chested, tattooed over the left arm, leaned into me lazily as if I were his pillow.
His skin radiated heat, his scent—leather and smoke—flooded my senses.
He murmured, his lips brushing my ear.
I jerked away, but his arm looped around my waist with iron strength, pulling me back.
Glasses Man set down his wine with a quiet clink.
Adrian Kane
“Jae, you’ll bruise him.”
Jae Ryu
“He’s not made of glass,”
Jae Ryu
“Besides… you said he’s ours now.”
My heart thudded painfully.
Ours?
I tried to stand, but Jae’s grip tightened.
The man in glasses leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and studied me like I was some new acquisition.
Adrian Kane
“From this moment,”
He said, voice smooth as silk,
Adrian Kane
“you belong to us. Your debt, your time… and your body. You will stay here.”
Adrian Kane
“You don’t have a choice,”
Jae chuckled low against my neck.
Jae Ryu
“Welcome to the penthouse, pretty thing.”
The city outside sparkled, indifferent to the fact that I had just lost my freedom.
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