Billionaire' s Passionate Love

Sarah POV

"Sarah, stop resting and get to your café. I visit there with my friends. They say a very important person is coming today." My stepsister said mercilessly.

I quickly come to my senses and slam the closet shut, tucking my handkerchief into my pocket. "So, what's the matter? Why are you going there just to make fun of me in front of your friends?" My tone was sharp. "It's fine," I shook my head. "I just have a headache. I'm on sick leave tomorrow."

"What?" Kate said, her eyes widening. "You must go?"

It's only on the surface, but inside me, there's a little girl, curled up in a dark corner, desperately calling for help.

"And anyway, you've already done so much for me! You helped me get a job here, so I go there." I regarded her.

"That’s a good girl!" Kate put her hands on my shoulders and left happily.

Ever since this morning, I've been plagued by a bad feeling; I barely managed to get out of bed, and I was about to get ready for my shift. Time was running out.

And now I was rushing from one table to another, then to the kitchen, then back into the dining room, delivering trays of terribly expensive delicacies to their customers.

Completely immersed in my work, I didn't notice someone watching me intently from a dark corner. I headed toward the kitchen when suddenly someone grabbed me by the elbow and pushed me into a nook, pinning me against the wall...

"Shut your mouth!" I was about to scream, but a huge paw, smelling of sweat and tobacco, fell on my mouth, squeezing it tightly. Even if I screamed, no one would hear me over the powerful bass of the sound system, mixed with the drunken roar of the crowd.

"Hurry up!" Something sharp pierced my neck with a brief flash, and tiny sparks flickered before my eyes, and my fingertips instantly lost feeling.

"W-what are you...?" When they partially released me, I wanted to scream again, but my voice sounded like it was jammed on an old cassette tape. There were two of them.

Two huge, scary-looking men with gangster-like faces, dressed in dark clothes. One had a chubby face and was completely bald, while the other, a thinner fellow, had a hideous scar across his face.

The bald brute was the first to speak. He shook an empty glass vial, or more accurately, an ampoule, in front of my shocked face. "You know what this is?"

I shook my head hesitantly.

"Poison. You'll die in an hour... Unless you get the antidote."

"We had a force majeure situation, so we chose you to handle it. You're perfect for us! Your job is simply to enter a very important person's room, drive him crazy, and slip this into his drink!" The bald freak presses a tiny capsule into my hand.

"You're insane..." I mumble hoarsely, shaking my head. "What is this? Poison? Are you trying to make me into a murderer?"

"No! It's just a sleeping pill! Your job is to remain silent and obey unquestioningly; you don't need to know anything else. The less you know, the longer you live!"

I froze in my tracks when I felt something cold and long poke me in the ribs.

"I couldn't survive if someone died because of me!"

"Then die yourself!" Baldy removed his hands from me and stepped back. "Leshy, come on, the dumb sheep has made a choice. You won't even have to waste a bullet."

"Wait! Okay, okay... I'll do whatever you ask. Just give me the antidote!" I begged.

"We make the rules here. You'll get the antidote after you fulfill our main condition." He growled.

I clutch my temples, which feel like they're filled with lead, trying to make sense of this whole crazy situation that's fallen on my head like snow. "I don't understand anything... How am I going to do this? I'm a complete loser as a spy!"

"You have tits and an ass, that's the main thing! That man's expecting a high-class prostitute, you'll go in her place! You'll wiggle your ass in front of him, smack your lips, and he'll be silky smooth! He'll think of nothing but shove that hedgehog into his juicy hole!" These two idiots burst into disgusting laughter.

Their laughter sounded like something from a cave, and the two disgusting faces multiplied; now there were not two, but four.

I sighed and leaned against the wall, my whole body shaking with panic. It seems the bastards aren't joking. They offered me a drink whose smell was not good, they mixed something in my drink.

"Okay, let's go! Time's running out," the skinny one glanced at his wristwatch, then grabbed me by the arms and dragged me down a dark corridor toward the utility room.

They shoved me in, shoved a bag of clothes into my hands, and told me I had three minutes to get ready. Inside, I saw a revealing lingerie set and a silk robe.

Probably only prostitutes wear things like that... But the clothes were expensive, with tags from an expensive brand. I'd never worn anything like that.

I'd barely managed to tighten the belt of my robe when the door swung open furiously, and they appeared on the threshold. They scanned me from head to toe with stern looks.

Now it was clear the jackals were nervous. None of them was making such vulgar jokes or laughing anymore.

My breasts aren't small by nature, so finding the perfect size is always difficult. But in the summer, if it's really hot, I can go braless without feeling self-conscious about my curves.

“Okay, there's no time, let's go, now!” Rough hands grabbed my elbow again, tugging me into the hallway. “Let your hair down, tousle it with your fingers.”

I quickly pulled the elastic from my voluminous ponytail and fluffed it up properly.

"Stick the pill in his tits, and when he's distracted, drop it in his drink." He growled at me mercilessly.

"C-can I at least ask? Who is he?" I asked with trembling voice.

"He's a terribly rich dick... Now shut up and move your ass!" They led me first down a dark service staircase, then down some corridor, until finally we found ourselves there, on the very top floor of a posh building.

One of the men grabbed me. He grabbed me by the throat, hissing in my face, so terribly that my poor soul sank into my heels. "Remember, bitch, not a word! To anyone! If you rat us out, you'll die!"

"Finally! You took too long."

My poor heart skips a beat when I hear a hoarse, solemn voice. I instantly realize this is clearly no ordinary man!

"Come in, I want to take a good look at what I paid for. They've been praising you, saying you're the best of the best! Special... I wonder why? What's so unique about you that others don't have? And why are you so expensive!"

I am starting to feel dizzy; everything is spinning around me. I have sexual desires. I want him at any cost.