Chapter 1 Dream
A luxurious European castles in the suburbs.
A young woman is sleeping quietly on the Simmons bed in a bedroom.
Only with a thin shirt, she is almost unable to conceal her perfect figure, which makes others cannot help touching her skin.
Andrea Anderson opened her eyes slowly and woke up with murmur.
What she saw were the complicatedly decorated ceilings and an unfamiliar luxury room.
"Where am I?" She thought.
She struggled in disbelief and found that her wrist was handcuffed to the head of the bed and made a ringing sound in this quiet surrounding when raising her hands.
Andrea Anderson was trying to free herself from the silvery handcuffs, but she blushed with shame suddenly because she realized that she was almost naked.
Who the hell tied her to the bed in such a shameful way?!
She jerked at the handcuffs and shouted, "Help, help, let me go!"
"Bitch, who else do you want to see your body right now?"
The temperature seems to drop several degrees because of the cold-mocking of the man.
Andrea Anderson was shocked to found that there was someone else in this room!
She promptly looked around and saw a man gently sitting on the dark-black leather sofa.
He had chiseled facial features and perfectly slender body, just like a painting on the wall.
Who was him?
He seemed... a little familiar to her.
But Andrea Anderson was very sure she didn't know the man in front of her.
"Is that you who handcuffed me here? What do you want from me?"
"My purpose... you should be very clear."
Andrea Anderson had no idea what the man was talking about. When she was confused, she looked up and saw the man had come to her.
"You..."
The words were not finished yet, the man was looking at her unscrupulously with his solemn eyes.
Glancing at the remaining tulle on the body, Andrea Anderson realized something and wanted to cover the private parts with hands, but she was restricted by the handcuffs.
"Stop looking at me and get away from me!" She shouted.
As if roasted by fire, her face turned into red instantly which was like a roasted shrimp under the hot eyes of the man. She felt shameful that she had never felt before.
She was so embarrassed that she tried to move her body so that the gauze can cover the private parts better.
Owing to her movement, the man's eyes became darker and there seemed to be a fire burning in his eyes.
"When you sell yourself to me, you are supposed to know that from now on, your body belongs to me."
What the hell?
Andrea Anderson was stunned. She had no idea about what he meant.
"Do you misunderstand something? I have never seen you before. I am the second daughter of the Anderson family, I am rich and will never sell myself." She explained hurriedly.
"So what is this? Andrea Anderson!" The man took out a contract impatiently.
Extremely dazzling, there were words of "Mistress Agreement" on the contract. The most incredible thing was that there were handprint and signature of Andrea Anderson, which were exactly the same as her own handwriting.
She had never signed such an agreement like this. What happened?
"I hate the women who don't keep promises."
The man stooped suddenly and clasped Andrea Anderson's chin with his long and powerful fingers.
"Don't try to challenge my limits of patience." His handsome face approached suddenly and said.
Although the man did not show his anger, he just stood there and made Andrea Anderson feel throbbing. Andrea Anderson felt panic so that she struggled harder.
"You must make a mistake! It wasn't me. I... oh! "
The man kissed her with his thin lips to stop her from talking or excusing in a bossy manner.
He knelt on one knee beside the bed and slowly pressed down with his strong body.
Andrea Anderson was so frightened and felt the hot temperature from the man's palm.
