Life has a way of throwing curveballs you'd never see coming, moments so wild they feel like dreams, stitching together a reality you couldn't imagine. My life was proof of that—a kid who stumbled into working at Heaven's Feel, a high-end brothel, sleeping with high-profile clients, their secrets as heavy as my own. There was the time Aeri's best friend, Sara, showed up as a client, her blackmail hanging over me like a blade and making me satisfy her all the time. And then there was Aeri herself, my stepmom, the woman I fell in love with, her warmth and love which I didn't deserve.
Now, here I was, lying on a black leather bed in a red room on the fourth floor, the air thick with musk and sandalwood, candles flickering, low music humming—paled by the surreal truth hovering above me: Elizabeth, the First Lady, the president's wife, her body clad in black lace lingerie.
