Finally, I made it to the 'secret lover' rank after being his go-to f*ck bud for three years.

Lying on the delicate, soft big bed of his villa, I was left with a slightly red print mark from Connor's tight grip.

Standing at the bedside, Connor had already taken a shower and was slowly putting on his clothes.

This was always what he does. F*cking me like an animal, covering me in wounds, leaving me looking like a mess, then standing at the bedside looking as if nothing happened.

However, I have nothing to complain about.

Why? That's because he was the one paying.

Even if every session was life and death, I could not help but admit that his skills do pleasure me greatly.

So the pleasure and the amount he's paying, I'd say its the best deal in human history.

When I was lost in my thoughts, Connor had already put on his clothes.

He was tall and d*mn he had a hot bod. Broad shoulders, a narrow waist. After putting on a tailor-made suit, he looked like an ancient Greek God.

He had beautiful facial features that seemed carefully carved by a master carver. No one would ever disagree if I said he was the most perfect sculpture in the world.

However, there was always a wave of coldness on his face all year round, looking powerful and arrogant. Even though I had been by his side for three years, I still felt apprehensive about him.

"Pack up your things and move them here." His thin lips opened with a command, leaving no room for arguments.

Ignoring my shock, he deftly took out a thick envelope of cash and threw it on the bed to me.

His condescending eyes were full of indifference that could not be approached. "I'm coming to Desen City."

So, am I going to be his f*ck bud forever?

The first time I slept with Connor was because he was drunk.

That night was just a pleasurable accident, but he was willing to take responsibility and offered to give me a lot of money.

Does it make me a hooker? I don't care. I was broke at that time, so I accepted it.

Since then, our relationship became strange.

To be honest, Connor was the only man I slept with.

However, we were not a couple. Connor's sh*tty attitude towards me made it obvious that we weren't.

For a long time, I had always been at Connor's beck and call.

But, I was satisfied with the life I have now. Not only can I get money from him, he bought me a big-a*s mansion to live in. I was like his personal sex toy, locked up in this villa, never shown to the world.

Now that he wanted to move here, I should've been happier. Well, it seems that I finally had a title after three years.

However, I felt angry.

I was angry that this was my only identity after being his ragdoll in bed.

However, that was what I deserved.

From the moment I took his second sum of money, everything was destined to be this way.

Now, I did not have the right to say no to Connor.

I knew that he was a man with a strong desire for control. Before he grows tired of me and abandons me, I do not have the right to refuse or leave him.

To be frank, I could not make myself to leave him either.

I took the envelope and looked up, only to find that Connor had left a long time ago.

I smiled bitterly and got out of bed with my almost-shattered body. I showered, put on my clothes, took some money from the envelope, and hid the rest. Then I went back to my rented apartment.

After entering the neighborhood, I had been trembling with fear and prayed in my heart that the other son-of-a-b*tch would not be there and that he would not come to me!

When I got out of the elevator, the lights in the corridor suddenly lit up. The hunched man at the door turned his head and smiled at me. "Ah you're finally back."