THE RICHMAN

The night is getting late and my heart is getting erratic, beating fast, somehow I have to make myself less nervous, but it feels impossible. Right now I am standing wearing a black dress with the most expensive price I have ever worn in my entire life, before it, I lived in an orphanage, a place where I wore clothes that people gave out of pity, and most of them were proper clothes.

This moment I'm standing in a black stiletto worth hundreds of dollars, in a black mini dress from LV that costs thousands of dollars, complete with jewelry that is no less luxurious. I've never felt this beautiful in my life, my make-up really looks natural combined with a simple hairdo, but overall I looked at myself in the mirror and was only able to mumble one word "Gorgeous".

I stand among nine other girls, they are also wearing clothes and jewelry that are no less luxurious. The difference with me is this is my first night while for them, maybe this is not the first time they stand to show their beauty in front of masher man.

Many nights have been spent in various costumes, of course, as the make-up artist told me. "Every night there will be a different theme, this is the appeal of the Ritz." she said that when she put make-up on me then I just nodded, didn't know what to do, I even don't have any idea of that.

Now I feel that my eyes just opened after all the decades I had lived my life in an orphanage. I never knew that outside the orphanage where I live, there is a world like this sparkling, where the man with the wealth of hundreds of millions, or even billions may come to seek momentary pleasure in this city.

The Ritz is well-known as a nightclub that provides pleasure services that have legality and are considered elite. There isn't just any girl who can work like me in this place, there are many processes to go through and it's definitely not easy. I do not know why girls choose this option over working in other places. The jobs that is more respectable even though the income may be smaller. I think it's all about the money.

Some of the richest people in this city have strange habits, they prefer to enjoy sex without marriage. For them, marriage is a restraining bond that no longer has a place in modern society. The lifestyle that I think is quite confusing, but this really happens and is enjoyed by some people with high social status not only for satisfaction, but also for the sake of prestige or prestige among their social strata.

I can consider myself a victim, but can also consider myself a little luckier than my home friends. Some end up being slaves in the homes of the rich and die from physical and sexual abuse by parents who come to the orphanage like angels and propose to them to become adopted children, but in reality, they are tortured as domestic slaves, or some become sex slaves of their adoptive fathers.

***

A week ago a tall woman with brown hair in a bun came to the orphanage with all the best jewelry attached to her body, as well as super expensive clothes from a famous brand that she was wearing. She came in all that luxury, and looked so promising to bring one of us a better life if we agreed to go with her.

She told the owner of the orphanage to see the grown up girls in the orphanage to work with her agency. She honestly told our orphanage that we would be given the opportunity to find good jobs with good income, and she also promised that we would not be domestic helpers under her care. I was chosen among three of my friends at the orphanage to come with her.

Sure enough, two days after I came here I was medically examined by a doctor provided by this agency. I also eat and take supplements under the supervision of the agency's nutritionist, and I even received training on table manners and all forms of manners here. Even my clothes were prepared by the agency's special designer with the best material of clothes. For a few days, I feel like I life a princess live, until this afternoon Mrs. Morrison came to my room and said my time had come. I have to prepare myself to be a "friend" to a man who is coming tonight.

Miss Morrison said that I had to compete with nine other girls, and she hoped that a man would pick me with the best price. For a moment I thought that I was going to be Cinderella at a ballroom dancing and hoping the prince would glance at me and ask me to dance, but it turned out to be much more terrifying than all of that.

We've been standing for about ten minutes and my feet are starting to tingle. My anxiety never subsided even though I tried to neutralize it by spreading my eyes on the other girls. They look relaxed, some are busy with their dresses, some are busy with their lipstick colors.

Only I stood silently with a big question lodged in my mind. "What will the men be like?"

A woman with blonde hair came to do the final check on us, she even checked whether the smell of expensive perfume on our bodies still smells good or not. Nobody should have a bad smell here, and after all the complete examination, including the eyelash check, she led us to another room.

The place where the lights were dim and several round tables were already filled with guests. Maybe if you count there are about ten to fifteen men sitting at the table.

"Put on your masks." Command Miss Parish, She's our coordinator. She ask us to use the party mask that has been prepared for each of us

I put on my mask, which even though it doesn't cover my entire face, it is enough to disguise our identities. When I looked at the other girls, we became very similar, although of course our body curve couldn't lie. According to me, I am the girl with the most unattractive curves among the other nine girls. The size of my breasts, and also my butt is not as big and attractive as theirs

"Now you should line up neatly and walk according to the last training route." Command Miss Parish and we followed in silence. Starting with Bianca, Casandra, Lola, Loura, Irish, Noura, Bella, Gladish, Angela and me for last one.

"Cristabell, watch your step, don't make the slightest mistake." whispered Mss. Parish, I nodded in understanding and started walking. I don't need to see who these guys are, because I honestly don't care at all, all I want is for the night to end soon, and I can sleep in peace.

I kept on walking under the gazes that couldn't calm me down. I paid attention to the stares, they watched us from head to toe. And as I crossed table after table, none of them dared to touch us, as if we were much honored. After we walked through the tables we returned to the waiting room.

While waiting, some of us chose to chat with other girls. Some seemed to be sitting silently as if praying to themselves not to find the fat and squalid old bald man. Or a man who is rude and inhuman when asking to be satisfied. While I sit quietly, I just hope that tonight no one pays for me. I really don't want to make love to a man I don't love.

***

Ten minutes passed and Miss Parish comes into the room.

"Angela you're room 001." She read the note on her hand.

"Bianca room 003"

"Gladish room 005" The three of them advanced and took the room number as mentioned by Mss. Parish.

"Casandra, Lola, and Loura, you are in room 002" said Mss. Parish and the faces of the three of them looked confused.

"You have to play in groups." Mss. Parish explains the reason why all three of them have to leave.

"Irish and Noura, you are in room 009"

"Bella, you have to stay with your customer on 010."

All the girls stood happily welcoming their respective numbers. What about me? I looked at Miss Parish and she smiled at me.

"You seem the belle of the night." She whispered very softly as she approached me "Until now your price has not reached an agreement." said Miss Parish while fixing my hair.

"Get ready, don't make the slightest mistake. And you'll get 1% of your share." She said again as she left the room, and my heart skipped a beat, imagining what was happening outside. I sat alone in the room while outside the people were raffling my worth, while I couldn't run or defend myself. All I can do is surrender to whatever might happen to me in the future.

***

The next ten minutes Mss. Parish comes back into the waiting room and smiles at me.

"1,000,000 USD" She said with a big smile.

"What?" I stare at him. How could a man value me so dearly? Even if I work my whole life, I couldn't possibly make that much money.

"Yes, this is crazy. But there is a crazy man who is willing to take that much money out of his pocket for you. Hurry up to the VVIP room before he changes his mind. Do whatever he wants and be polite." said Miss Parish and I nodded. With trembling hands I walked over to her and received a gold number from her hand.

Like the beginning of the lesson, an introduction to our profession, there are several levels. For black color, we will serve customers in standard room for under 1000 USD.

As for the red color, we will serve customers in the VIP class with prices above 1000 USD but below 50,000 USD.

And for Gold color, we will serve customers above 50,000 USD. So far there is a girl named Judith who has sold for 50,000 USD, and nothing above that yet. And it's crazy that tonight someone paid a million dollars for me, maybe I'll be shot dead by him if he doesn't get the satisfaction he wants.

Tonight is a little different because there is a competition between two masher man, his business rival in fighting over a girl, I didn't even realize that the girl they were fighting over was me.

Every time the man at the front desk bid, the man at the center table bid twice as much. And so on, until finally the guy at the front desk got annoyed and threw in a fantastic value, a million dollars. The man at the center table gave up in the end, a million dollar value for having fun with a prostitute certainly made no sense to him.

I stepped my foot and stopped in front of a door nervously. It calls VVIP Room. We have never even been brought to this room, because according to our mentors, this room is sacred to all agency residents because it will be a kind of surprise for those who get the privilege of being able to enjoy the facilities in this room. But for me, I feel like I was being led to the brink of my own death. If I wasn't shot dead by a customer who was dissatisfied with my service I would probably die from the fear I created myself in my head.

I took a deep breath and then exhaled, gathering all my courage to step into the room. And once I felt calm and confident enough, I knocked on the door. The first courtesy I shouldn't forget. After knocking on the door, I pulled the doorknob and stepped inside.

The whole room was dark, and I remembered my mentor's message, that the light switches for the entire room were designed the same, on the left side of the wall, close to the door. I felt to the left side of the wall and found the switch, when I touched the switch the light was on but dim, I saw the shadow of a man sitting in the corner of the room on a sofa. For a moment I felt myself frozen where I stood. my heart even felt like it stopped beating at that time

But then I remember that we can't waste time. I stepped in and said the greetings that were taught.

"Bonjour." I say. Even though we are in new York, our greeting is always the same, "Bonjour" is a kind of code that only customers at the Ritz know.

"Bonjour senorita." he replied. And hearing the timbre of that voice made my whole body bristle. I stood still, while the shadow rose from the sofa and approached me. I still couldn't see his face clearly until the man was standing in front of me and he nearly fainted. I think my blood pressure had dropped to a very low level then returned to normal in a matter of seconds until I felt like I was floating for a split second.

I'm not even sure if the man standing in front of me is a human. I thought he was an angel with the jaw and all her facial bones perfectly sculpted complete with pale skin and red lips.

"You look like a vampire." Somehow the sentence just came out of my lips, even when I covered my mouth with my hands it felt like a waste because everything had left my mouth. I thought he was going to slap me or whatever might hurt me for not accepting being said like that, but he actually smiled. I saw him smiling at me.

"How can you say such ridiculous things?" He said in a deep voice.

"Sorry." I shivered regretfully, I shouldn't have said much. That's what was always taught before my first debut.

"Sorry to offend you sir." I said then. I didn't even dare to look into his eyes then. I felt the situation in the room became silent for a moment. Then he pulled my chin up so I could look into his deep eyes. I felt lost in those eyes and once again his voice broke the silence between us, "You look so innocent, how old are you?"

I swallowed hard, this is the first time a man touch me, my chest is growing flat withstand the turmoil within me.

"I ..." I swallowed hard again, trying to remember whether I could say how old I really was or not.

"Say it." He whispered, the timbre of his voice actually sounded like a spell that paralyzed all my brain cells in an instant.

I dared not look at him, I decided to look at the side of his face. "Twenty." I said

"Oh ... you're so young. " He groaned, he took his hand off my chin and walked away. "Is that your first time?" He ask me more.

"Yes." I nod weakly. It's really embarrassing, but I can't lie if this will be my first experience having sex with a man, with stranger more precisely.

"I can't do it, you're not ready for this." He said while staring out the wide wall at the side of the room. While the curtains are still open, presenting the glittering New York city life at night.

"No... no... no .... I'm ready." I insisted, I walked over to him and looked at his face with a half pleading look.

I really can't fail on my first debut, that's what I know. If I fail then for life I will be placed in second class. Some have told me that second class is really hell for people like us, because we might get shipped to Las Vegas or even cross country, kind of trafficking, human trafficking, and that's terrifying. I can't even imagine it.

Especially considering the commission I will receive from my sales tonight, one million dollars, and I will receive one percent of that commission. Such a great value that I can use to help the orphanage where I was raised.

"Please, I have been trained in such a way. I promise to give you what you want sir." I asked him for mercy, I really hope he can soften up. He took a deep breath, looking at me once again.

"I can't touch you tonight, but I can't just leave you in this place and let someone else do it." He muttered, the look in his eyes dimmed.

"What should I do to you?" Once again he raises my chin with his index finger. His lips pursed briefly, then followed by a hardened jaw. Was he really serious about what he said just now? He really cares for me? He looked at me closely.

"If I take you away from this place, will you run with me?" he asked softly and I nodded, really like bewitched by his charm.

"But why should I run from this place?" I asked innocently, I really don't understand why he wanted to take me away from this place. He shook his head exasperatedly.

"I can't imagine, another man pay to spend the night with you, and then their dirty hands touching you while you standing innocently in front of them. They may fuck you hardly, disgusting" I saw his jaw tighten briefly.

"How sure are you sir?" I asked again, I found a courage that came out of nowhere; I even dared to question his decision.

"I see the purity of your eyes. You are so innocent and easy to fool."

I bowed my head, everything he said was true. I'm easily fooled, I even convinced my orphanage mother that this job would suit me, I bragged to her to give my first income to the orphanage as thanks for being accepted and raised in that place. But now what? My first guest didn't even want to touch me.

"Can we just stop talking and waste time for nothing?"

I realized again, all I have to do is convince this man to touch me. Spontaneously I tiptoed to reach her lips with mine. And when I touched his soft warm lips my heart stopped beating, time seemed to stop too. I took the courage to open my eyes because when I kissed him I obviously closed my eyes. My mind rumbled, my stomach was churning, my blood rustled, but among all the commotion in my body I found my head empty.

He touched his lips with his forefinger, then touched mine with his thumb, as if wiping or groping. "How dare you." he hissed, his voice still sounding like a spell to me.

"Sorry ..." I whisper, my eyes looked down and didn't dare to look at him.

"I can't just let you go for your mischief just now." He said, it was like a man saying because his pride had been hurt.

"You want to repay me?" I asked hopefully. He smiled broadly.

"Not here, and not tonight." He said as he walked to the sofa, he leaned back on the sofa, half asleep.

"Come here." He asked, and I walked over with hesitation. He patted the spot on his side exactly and I lay down, my head resting on his shoulder. I found great comfort there. A warmth, comfort, and love, I don't know like a father's hug maybe? Unfortunately I never felt that, I don't even know who my biological father is.

"Why are you in a place like this? Where are your parents?" he asked deeply.

A question that immediately hit my ego. Should I say bitter honesty that would make him pity me even more or lie? However, apart from being innocent, honesty might be appropriate as my middle name.

"I have no parents, I grew up in an orphanage. And I'm old enough because I'm twenty years old now, so I can decide for myself what I want and don't want to do." I said confidently when I look up to his eyes. He smile at me then kissed the corner of my head, I felt like crying at once. I did not know and never knew that this simple treatment, this small could make me so emotional, my eyes glistened, my throat felt like it was choking, I swallowed hard to wet it, trying to neutralize my feelings.

"I've never been treated this sweet." I said softly. The man seemed to be smiling when I glanced up to stare at him.

"You have to get used to it then."

"Do you often go to this place?" I asked again, my curiosity so great for this man. Is he a human or an angel sent by God to protect and comfort me tonight? He pursed his lips.

"Only if I want to." He say.

"How often do you usually came here?"

"What does it matter to you?" he asked, looking at me. "What do you really want to know?" I took a deep breath.

"I just thought, how can a man leave his partner, wasting so much money for instant pleasure?" I said. He smiled once again.

"I never leave my partner for another pleasure. I enjoy my detachment from anyone, and my freedom to fulfill my desire as a man. Regarding the price to pay, it doesn't matter to me." He replied, instead of thinking badly about this man I fell in love with him even more. He seemed full of authority when he said all that. What he is doing now is something that he is fully aware of, is not affected by momentary emotions and he can justify all of that as his choice of life.

"What if the time is up and you get nothing from me?" I asked doubtfully. He looks at me.

"Are you afraid I'll sue my money back?"

"Maybe." I bit my lip. He was silent for a few moments.

"Can you promise to keep this our secret?"

"Secret?" My brows knit together in confusion.

"If someone asks about tonight, tell me that you served me." I looked at him.

"Why?" I ask innocently.

"Just follow my words." The command, in my ear sounded like an order that if I break it I'm the one who will suffer losses, so I nodded.

"Yes sir." I totally obeyed this strange man. He looked at me once again.

" You don't have to serve me even though I've paid to get you. When the alarm goes off, we'll part."

"Alarm?" I didn't even know if this kind of relationship was limited by alarm.

"Your agency is protecting you." He said explaining.

"Without a clear time limit, you will probably experience over exploitation." The pay off.

"Thanks." I can really breathe a sigh of relief, on my first night as a female commercial sex worker in the elite, I met a man this nice. Sure enough, there was an announcement about the deadline for the relationship ending in each room. We got up and I got ready to leave the room. Before leaving the room he took my hand and made me turn to look at him.

"I'll take you out of here." He said and I nodded.

"I'll wait sir." We parted just like that, I left the room while he seemed to catch up behind me. He headed for the exit while we headed to the third floor to change our clothes every time the show ended.

I walked awkwardly, somehow having to act as if someone had taken my virginity while I experienced nothing but lying on the sofa with the stranger. While I was walking in my confusion, I accidentally bumped into Mss. Parrish. She looked at me with a gaze that I can't describe, like a half dislike, complete with a forced smile.

"Richman really liked your service, he gave five stars for your service." I didn't even know that the man's name was Richman after Mss. Parish says his name. She left me and walked until she disappeared at the end of the hall.

I took a deep breath, trying to clear my mind of all the hassle and walked over the hallways to the wardrobe room to change my clothes and take off all the jewelry I was wearing under the wardrobe's supervision.

So each worker would go out and enter with a list of clothes that the wardrobe staff had already registered, so we left the room and returned to the room, everything we wore had to be returned except the underwear.

We will get underwear sponsorships with well-known brands for satisfying service. Each worker will only "Show" once a day, or if a request to "show" comes from a VVIP customer is an exception. And I think Richman is on the VVIP subscriber list at this place.

For the sake of maintaining customer confidentiality, his / her identity will not be identified by the agency or by the customer himself. So each one has a pseudonym here, and unfortunately the face, voice, and gaze of that man named Richman sticks to my head as if he won't let go.

"Earrings, necklace, two rings." Wardrobe attendant make an inventory of the jewelery I stripped.

"Ok, shoes." She asked me to take off the stilettos I was wearing.

"Now change your clothes in the changing room." She said and I followed her orders.

I saw another girl with messy hair walking down the hall. I had previously seen her among the nine other girls on tonight's show. I wondered what happened to her earlier that she became so messy.

When I entered the locker room, several girls seemed to be changing clothes. And one of them walked over to me to help remove the ziper on my dress because I had a hard time doing it myself.

"First show?" She asked and I nodded.

"How does it feel?" She asked with a smile that is difficult for me to describe, like both curious and teasing.

"I have no idea." I shrug, what can I say? I didn't even do anything but chat.

"For the price of a million dollars, of course you have to do the circus stunt your customers ask for, right?" She says sarcastically and I know now, she's just jealous of me because of that huge bargain. If I say I didn't do anything she will complain to Mss. Parrish and that 10% will just float away because the agency thinks I'm out of work so that percentage doesn't deserve to be mine.

"Excuse me." I finished changing my clothes quickly and hurried away.

"Look, she can even walk so fast. As far as I know there are no comfortable firsts, everything aches." Clack someone from the crowd but I don't care.

Yes, if that foreign object called "Mr. P" had entered me, of course I would grimace in pain and walk slowly because it would not be comfortable, but I didn't feel anything because the man didn't touch me other than just wiping my tears.

I left the wardrobe room and headed to my room, previously the room which contained two beds was only occupied by myself. But when I went in there was already a girl who was maybe five or seven years older than me and was wearing an oversized shirt and hot pants.

"Hi . . ." I was a little surprised to see her grooming her eyebrows, but she didn't seem surprised. She only glanced briefly then continued her activities.

"Come in." She said.

"I'm Cristabell by the way." I introduced myself.

"Everyone at the agency knows who you are." She put down her eyebrow plaster and looked at me.

"Is it that bad?" I asked doubtfully. She grinned widely. "Richman has never turned to another girl before you." She said.

"What do you mean?" I was getting more and more curious about this man named Richman. If he was a loyal customer, then why would he pay so much for a new girl like me?

Before explaining, I saw her take a deep breath. "She is a VVIP customer at the agency and is only interested in one woman here."

"Who is she?" I asked curiously.

"Gabrielle Zein."

"I've never heard of that name."

"Yes ... she is a star in the agency and because of her achievements the agency allowed her to stay in the apartment personal and only comes if Richman wants her. Several months went like that until finally Richman made a contract with the agency and paid a large amount of money to meet with Gabrielle Zein, at the time Richman wanted."

I pursed my lips, it sounded a little strange but to me, everything related to this mysterious man nicknamed Richman became so meaningful to be kidnapped further. Why would he promise me, my release if he had his choice so long ago, that woman named Gabrielle Zein?

"What happened then?"

She shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know, according to growing rumors Gabrielle wanted more and Richman broke their contract unilaterally. Even after all that, Gabrielle Zein was never seen in the agency again."

I knit my brows. "Why should Gabrielle want more when she already had such a special relationship with Richman?" I muttered softly.

She chuckled. "Naive!" She said, a little harsh in my ears, but it was true. Am I so naive as to question her about it?

"Human nature is full of thirst and hunger, greed. How can a woman like us be able to let go of a man as perfect as Richman. She needs certainty, she doesn't want to share Richman with anyone, that's what makes her want a more relationship with him." She took a deep breath and continued her sentence "Richman is a wealthy man, he can promise a life of luxury for the rest of Gabrielle's life. Nor does he have to serve the fat, bald, ugly guy at the agency, all she has to do is enjoy fucking sexs with Richman."

My chest suddenly became tight, the air felt thinner after I heard all the painful explanations, even though it made perfect sense.

"Have you been in contact with Richman too?" I shuddered, then corrected my question, because for some reason suddenly in my head there was a shadow of a young girl in front of me and Richman making out.

"Are you crazy? No other girl has slept with Richman but Gabrielle!" She insisted firmly.

"And you, ..." She hesitated as she said it.

"Hearing you tell about Gabrielle Zein, makes me want to know how pretty she is?" I asked, and she walked over to her small desk drawer then took out her cell phone and rummaged through its contents by touching the screen a few times.

"It was taken on New Year's Eve, she was the one wearing the silver dress." She points and I see the perfection of the girl in the photo. Pale skin, thick and long black hair was also styled so sexy. Her smile was broad with her lips full, her chest perfectly round, partially sticking out from the side of the dress in a low cleavage.

I didn't understand why a man like Richman, who was so experienced in sexual matters and clearly had high standards for the girl he was going to sleep with, chose me. I was just a runny girl who was nothing compared to Gabrielle.

My reflex grabbed onto my small chest, this was definitely nothing compared to Gabrielle's challenging, round and full chest.

The laughter of the girl in front of me dragged me away from my reverie.

"I'm Carment by the way. " She said introducing herself in the end.

"You don't need to compare yourself to Gabrielle."

"Oh ... I just feel like she's so perfect." I replied.

She pursed his lips. "Don't be sad, even though your chest is small, Richman's hand has touched it. Like the time the man touched Gabrielle's. And his lips have been playing on your nipples to make you wet. Don't worry too much about your differences with Gabrielle, you won Richman for a million dollars, that's crazy." The joke was closed with laughter.

But it wasn't funny to me, it made me shudder to imagine what it would be like if Richman had really touched me like she said. I sighed, I think Carmen could be the most honest source to gather a lot of information about Gabrielle Zein.

"How old is Gabrielle?" I asked suddenly, because I had to know whether what Richman said about the principle was true or just nonsense.

"Maybe thirty years, more or less." Carmen replied briefly, he also seemed to shrug his shoulders, as if to confirm that the answer was not a sure thing.

"Not very young, but why would Richman choose women of Gabrielle's age if so many were so much younger?" I asked and carmen laughed.

"I don't know, but all masher like young girls still have very narrow pussy. And when it's torn, maybe the sensation will be very pleasant for them." Laugh some more. "Richman may have unique tastes."

"Narrow pussy? Why would it be so much fun to rip it off?" I asked in confusion and Carmen furrowed her brows. "Aren't you torn?" Asked Carmen later and I was like I just got slapped, is it torn? I'm not torn?

"Em ... of course mine is torn too, I just don't want to talk about it." I obviously don't have the answer to that question.

"How about Richman? Is he very strong?" Seek Amel curious and I can only brag.

"Of course ... he's very strong, passionate, intense, and dominant. He's so hot." I answered full of lies. What kind of wish am I talking about, he didn't even touch me. Perhaps the greatest regret in Richman's life is wasting a million dollars chatting to a whiny girl and prostitute begging for sex.

"If Richman likes your service, he will definitely come back soon. Usually he is. Even though as far as I know he hasn't been to this place quite often since Gabrielle Zein is gone, maybe he'll come back for you."

"I do not expect much." I took a deep breath, he'll definitely never come back for me. He might come back, but for another girl. I inched closer to Carmen and said something to her very sincerely, "Thanks for talking to me, I hope we can be friends."

"Of course, we are friends now." She answered, and it makes me happy.

"I'm a little tired. I'm going to take a shower and sleep I guess."

"But it's Wednesday night, usually Mrs. Morrison will be nice to the girls who are done, we will be allowed to come to nightclubs and party, of course under the supervision of his people."

"I'm not in the mood."

"Ok, maybe you feel a little guilty for what just happened. That's normal for firsts." She encouraged me and I nodded. This is not a matter of firsts, but my guilt that I didn't have time to experience the legendary might of Richman.

I'm still amazed by the man named Richman. He who after all this time kept his relationship with only one woman of high standard, Gabriella Zein. And tonight wasted a million bucks on a girl of low standards who is definitely not his type. What's wrong with Richman? Why did he do that? and why did he choose me?

"Ok, I'll go to the club, this is rarely what we enjoy. Let me know if you change your mind. I'll put you on the list."

"No thanks. I guess I'd better stay and rest."

"Maybe you still feel the remnants of Richman in your body, huh?" Carmen tease and it hurts, but I can only smile. Lied to everyone that I had felt Richman's desire when I didn't. I only feel his human side and not his bravery.