Beneath the Sheets: Passion and Power in the CEO's Heart"

It was 2 a.m. in a hotel room. A man and a woman, not husband and wife, had just finished making love.

Sweat soaked the body of 25-year-old Giselle Adeline, a comfort woman. She closed her eyes to neutralize her tiredness.

"You're so beautiful, darling,"

The middle-aged man said as he looked at Giselle's beautiful face. His hands caressed Giselle's smooth body, covered only by the blanket.

Giselle opened her eyes and smiled. Then the man got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom.

The man came out of the bathroom not long after, already dressed. Then Giselle went into the same bathroom.

In the bathroom, Giselle opened the blanket that was covering her body. Looking in the mirror, Giselle noticed a red mark on her body.

"Damn, it's always like this, leaving lots of marks on my body," Giselle said, annoyed at the number of hickeys on her body.

She soaked her body in the bath for a while.

The therapeutic scent, which caught her sense of smell, relaxed her.

But that didn't last long, as a knock at the door interrupted her reverie.

"Miss Giselle, are you ready? We'll be right back," a man said as he knocked on the bathroom door.

Giselle was annoyed and continued to ignore the call.

"Miss Giselle! Miss Giselle is all right, isn't she?" The knocking on the door grew louder as the call went unanswered.

"Miss Giselle, on the count of three I will break down this door. One!"

"Don't even try, Bondan!" Giselle shouted.

Hearing this, the big man called Bondan was relieved. "Well, if Miss Giselle is all right. I'll wait outside," he said again and left.

Giselle relaxed again, but not for long.

Wearing only a kimono towel, Giselle emerged from the bathroom.

There was not a single person in the room. Instead, she saw a pile of cash on the bedside table, totaling around 10 million. Giselle smiled happily.

"Wow... didn't I see it wrong?" Giselle took the money.

Between the piles of money was a piece of paper.

The letter.

It said that the money the man had given her was a bonus. Of course, Giselle was happy and wanted to spend the money immediately.

"Shall we go back to the bar?" Bondan asked.

At the moment, Giselle and Bondan were in the hotel lobby.

"No, I'm going to the hospital. You can go alone. I've asked Madan Dolly for permission and he's given it."

"OKOK, I'll take you to the hospital. It's too late to find a taxi."

Giselle smiled, "All right, let's go."

Giselle was surprised to see how many doctors and nurses were in her mother's ward.

"What's going on Doc?" Giselle asked worriedly.

"Nothing, your mum is fine," said Doctor Garfield-the young doctor looking after Giselle's mother.

"Fine? What does that mean, Doc?" Giselle asked again.

"The patient was critical for a while, she lost her pulse. For now you can rest easy, there's nothing to worry about. The critical phase has passed."

Giselle felt slightly relieved. Then she looked at her mother, who was still in a coma after the operation to remove the tumor from her head.

"Mum, I am going to do everything I can to help you get better," Giselle said as she took her mother's hand.

Dr Garfield came over and patted Giselle on the shoulder.

"We have to believe that your mother will get better. I will keep trying," he said.

Giselle just smiled.

Later that night, Giselle asked Dr Garfield again about her mother's condition.

"How is my mum, Doc?" Giselle looked at Dr Garfield.

The young doctor smiled and looked lovingly at Giselle.

"I'm going to keep trying, Giselle. Just be patient, OKOK?"

Giselle let out a resigned sigh, unsatisfied with Dr Garfield's answer.

Giselle looked at her mother with teary eyes. "Mum, I will do everything for your recovery," Giselle whispered, rubbing her mother's forehead.

"I have to go now."

Giselle wiped away her tears and rose from the chair. Before she did, she looked at her watch, which showed 9 p.m.

"Anette, I was just about to look for you. You're already here." Giselle said when she saw Anette arrive-the nurse caring for her mother. The nurse was like a sister to her.

"Are you going to work, Giselle?"

"Yes." She answered quietly.

Anette took a deep breath. She looked up and took Giselle's hand.

"Are you still working there?" Anette asked again.

Giselle let out a long breath.

"I need money and this place is the only one that can give me money."

Sister Anette was concerned. There was nothing she could do to help her friend.

"I'm sorry, Giselle. I can't do anything to help you."

"No, you have helped me a lot, Anette. What you do means a lot to me. You've been taking care of my mum all this time. I don't know what would have happened to mum without you." Her sentence trailed off.

"Thank you for everything you've done for me and my mum, Anette." Giselle hugged Anetta gently.

"Thank you for everything you've done for me. You are a good person. May God give you everything you want."

"I have to go now. Take care of my mother, Anetta."

"Go, I'll take care of her."

"Thank you." Giselle left.

But her steps stopped when she saw Dr Garfield.

"Shall I take you, Giselle?"

Giselle paused and bowed her head.

"No, please don't ruin your reputation by being seen in public with me. I don't want anything bad to happen to you, Doc."

"No, I'm fine, Giselle. I..."

"I'm sorry," Giselle didn't allow Garfield to speak.

Giselle walked away, leaving Doctor Garfield and Nurse Anette behind.

In front of Giselle stood an ordinary-looking six-metre-high building.

But inside is a bar. It's where Giselle has been working for the past few months since learning that her mum has brain cancer.

The owner offers her some money, on the condition that Giselle works at the bar as a commercial sex worker.

Giselle, who was in the middle of a decision, had no choice. Her mum's condition required immediate attention.

And now all she could do was watch her funeral. Her chest felt tight, like being in a room without oxygen.

She closed her eyes momentarily, gathering the strength to face the big thing about to happen.

"Giselle, why are you still here?" Her colleague came over to reprimand her.

"Ah, yes. I'll catch up with you later. Please

tell Mistress Dolly when I arrive."

"Alright, don't be long."

"Yes, I won't be long."

It's not just in bed that they satisfy men's desires. Night workers like Giselle also become erotic dancers to entice men.

The dancers wear revealing clothes to excite the customers.

The best women dance sensually. They entice the guests. And Giselle is one of the best.

Now, Giselle is ready to perform. Dressed in sexy clothes, Giselle

shows off her sexy curves. Her firm buttocks and protruding breasts are covered only by a strapless bra. And her panties are adorned with beautiful pearls.

Her flawless white skin, flat stomach, slim waist, and red high heels completed Giselle's look.

Giselle, ready to perform, walked up the stairs. She stood with her head held high. She looked so graceful.

With her body still covered by the black curtain, Giselle takes out one of her long legs. Giselle's gentle rubbing of her foot caused a stir.

Applause erupted as the slim, white, slender figure emerged from behind the curtain and strutted onto the modest stage.

The small room exploded with excitement.

Filthy shouts came out of their mouths, refusing to be silenced-profanity like an uneducated person.

Phrases that would make any decent woman furious! But not the girls on stage.

They swayed more and more erotically, adding to the heat.

For Iram Danny Addison, affectionately known as Iram, this was his first experience. But not for his two friends, Robert and Delwyn. Both were used to seeing sights that stimulated their male muscles.

How they look at each other, especially when a sexy, scantily-clad woman walks by, says it all.

Delwyn's hand quickly went up to the calf of the scantily clad woman passing before him.

The same thing happens to Robert, only worse.

He had a girl on his lap. They kissed wildly and passionately.

Iram was silent. He pushed the girls away when they tried to seduce him.

Iram was still trying to follow what his two friends were doing.

"Iram! Where are you going? Come and enjoy the show. I know you're not used to this."

Prevented Robert, he knew Iram would leave. He grabbed Iram's hand and forced him to sit down.

Iram was angry, but she did not resist Robert's wishes.

"Wouldn't you like to choose one of these girls, Iram?" asked Robert, speaking right next to Iram.

Iram had no intention of answering the question of the man with the thin mustache, Robert.

His attention was now on the woman on stage. She was so perfect and sexy that the three of them found it hard to look away, even causing Robert to keep adjusting the position of his jeans. Mr Risc was in a difficult situation.

The same thing happened to Delwyn. The young man also felt uncomfortable with Mr Risc's trousers.

"This is perfect, won't refuse anything they ask." Robert said.

"Yes, you're right, Robert," Delwyn replied.

"But look, they are our biggest rivals." Robert pointed to the VVIP room occupied by wealthy business executives.

"Not really. I can compete with them," Delwyn replied in a smug tone. And that was enough to piss Robert off.

Meanwhile, Iram was focused on the hazel-eyed girl on stage. The corners of her lips lifted as her eyes met the hazel-eyed girl's eyes.

Unbeknownst to Robert and Delwyn, Iram had gone to see the girl.

"Where is Iram, Delwyn?" Robert asked.

"Iram? Where is she? Oh no, help me find her."

Robert and Delwyn panicked when they did not see Iram.

They continued to search but could not find Iram. The second driver decided to look for Iram outside the bar.

"Have you seen her?" Delwyn asked.

"She's over there," Robert pointed to Iram.

"Oh my God, Iram! What is she doing there?" Delwyn looked worried. He ran over to where Bondan was hitting Iram.

"Wait, wait, wait! Don't hit her again. Sorry, we'll take her away and I guarantee she won't riot again." Robert said. He tried to calm Bondan.

"Hurry up and take him away before I kill him!"

"Okay, we'll go." Robert and Delwyn quickly took Iram by force.

"Let go of me! Why are you defending them? You should be helping me. I need to see this woman and talk to her!" Iram rebelled, scolding Robert and Delwyn.

"What woman? The woman on the stage?" Robert looked at Iram, who remained silent.

"It doesn't work that way, Iram! If you want this woman, you must speak to the owner of this bar. I can help you meet her."

"She's already with the old man!" Robert glared.

"That means you'll have to wait. We can come back tomorrow."

Iram snorted in annoyance and walked away.

"I want it now!" Iram insisted.

They decided to wait for the girl Iram was referring to.

It wasn't long before a middle-aged man was seen walking with a woman; the woman was Giselle.

"I want this woman, Delwyn. Bring her to me!" Iram ordered.

"Okay."

Delwyn called his men immediately.

"You will find the woman in the car whose registration I just sent you. Bring her in unharmed."

Delwyn finished the order.

"We're going home now." Iram continued.

"Home?" Robert asked.

"Why, don't you want to go home?" Delwyn asked.

"We just got here, can't we go home later?" Robert looked disappointed.

"In this situation, you're still thinking about such things?"

Why are you angry? I just asked. Was I wrong?" They began to argue.

"How can I not get angry when you just..."

"Shut up! Can't you two just stop arguing for a day?" Iram could not stand the second argument.

Silence, the two stopped arguing.

However, her smile

faded as she left the stage.

Giselle sat quietly with a man in a car heading to a hotel. Suddenly, two cars stopped in front of their vehicle.

"What's wrong?" the man sitting with Giselle asked the driver and his bodyguard.

"Something's interrupting our journey, sir." The driver replied.

"Get rid of them right now!" he ordered as the driver quickly got out and called someone.

It wasn't long before a horde of people arrived. There were now just as many of them.

Even Bondan, standing next to Giselle.

"Who is he?" the middle-aged man asked, looking at Bondan.

"He's my bodyguard, sir. Madam Dolly's men."

"Bodyguard?"

"Yes, it's not the first time this has happened," Giselle explained.

The man nodded, his thoughts returning to the young man who had been beaten by the man standing next to Giselle.

"Iram Danny Addison."

"What? What did you say, sir?" Giselle asked again.

"No, I was just speaking." He said.

Giselle nodded. The man's name sounded familiar.

But she didn't know when or where she had heard it.

"Iram Danny Addison, who is he?" she thought.

The fight was still going on. The men suspected to be Iram Danny Addison's men continued to attack the men who were now with Giselle. Not long after, the men alleged to be Iram Danny Addison's men left in defeat.

"You fools!" Delwyn was furious when he heard the news from his men.

He didn't know what to say to Iram. Iram must be angry with him.

"How?" Iram asked when he realized Delwyn was in his room, talking without looking at Delwyn.

"I'm sorry, Iram. I..."

"You failed?"

Delwyn was silent. He regretted his mistake.

"I will..."

"No need. I will see her myself. Now go." Throwing Iram out. They didn't even give Delwyn a chance to speak.

"OK, I'm sorry, Iram." Guiltily, Delwyn left Iram's room. At the end of the stairs, he met Robert. He had just come out of the kitchen.

"What's wrong?" Robert asked when he saw Delwyn's face.

Gloomy.

"Nothing!" she replied. She walked towards the kitchen, Robert following her.

"Come on, tell me what happened. Who knows if I can help you? At least give me the confidence that I'm useful!"

It had been almost a month since he had been released from prison, and staring at the Iram residence, he had done absolutely nothing. Delwyn seemed to look down on him.

Delwyn sighed and stared blankly at Robert.

"You may think I can do it, but what's the harm in trying my skills. I may be an ex-con, but I'm not stupid. I can do a job, too." Robert tried to talk sense into Delwyn.

"I'm giving you a chance, and you can't fail. Because I won't give you another chance, understand?"

"Well, if I succeed, what will I get?" Robert made an offer.

"You want a reward? Who do you think you're doing this for? For Iram! The man who took you in!" Delwyn was blind with rage. Meanwhile, Robert could only laugh at Delwyn's anger.

"You'd better get out of here, you bastard." Delwyn left. But Robert followed him.

"Sorry, I was just joking. Don't kick me out of this house, OK?"

"Please... you're not the host either. What right do you have to kick me out?"

It's not Robert if he doesn't make trouble with Delwyn.

"I can kick you out easily, if you fail to do your job, let alone cause trouble! I'll kill you myself!"

"That won't happen," Robert assured. Not at all afraid of Delwyn's threats.

"Alright, so here goes..." Delwyn began to tell him about a task he had failed to complete, bringing a girl named Giselle.

Hearing this, Robert burst out laughing. Delwyn, who listened to this, was annoyed.

"Shut up! You think this is funny?" Robert was silent, but that didn't stop him from laughing, laughing behind his pursed lips.

"OK, sorry. It's just a simple matter. Let me take care of it. The important thing is that the girl is in this house, right?"

Delwyn nodded. Although he was offended that Robert had underestimated the task, he had failed to do it.

"Tomorrow night I'll make sure this woman is in this house. Tell me, how many days will she stay in this house? One night or one week? The most important thing is money. If there is money, all plans will be settled without new problems arising".

"I want forever, at least until I get bored," Iram replied.

They were both surprised, had no idea Iram was there, and even more astonished by what Iram said.

"Forever? For what?" Delwyn couldn't resist asking.

"And I'll follow whatever we want." Iram continued. She ignored Delwyn's question.

"That's a bit difficult. But I'm not saying it can't be done. As long as you're willing to spend more money."

"I'll pay whatever it takes!"

Robert was stunned by Iram's answer.

"Are you serious, Iram? You're willing to spend a lot of money just for a woman of the night like her?"

"Just?" Iram took offense at Robert's 'just'

"Your job is to bring her here, Robert, not to film her. Do that again and I'll have your body telling stories?"

Robert immediately touched his neck, horrified at the threat Iram was showing him.

"I don't mean to belittle her, but... Ah, never mind. Sorry I was wrong."

Robert looked resigned. He didn't want to argue with Iram about his whereabouts right now.

"But if you want another girl, I can find you one."

"Do as I say!" Iram could no longer contain his anger.

"OK, sorry, no offers, just the girl." Robert hurried away to fuck Iram's temper