Sleeping with CEO

Shalea sat at her kitchen table, staring at the growing pile of medical bills in despair. His father needed surgery urgently, and the cost was enormous, far beyond his means. Her eyes filled with tears, but she refused to give up. He had to find a way to earn money quickly.

Her best friend, Lia, knocked on the door hastily, bringing a glimmer of hope in the news she brought. "Shalea, I have an idea," he said, sitting down next to her. "There's a club looking for a barmaid. There's a lot of money to be made there, and it gets paid quickly."

Shalea looked at Lia doubtfully. "Clubs? You mean, nightclubs?"

"Yes," answered Lia. "I know this isn't an ideal job, but there's no other way to earn money that fast. I thought this might be a temporary solution to your problem."

Shalea was silent, thinking about Lia's words. He felt cornered by the situation, but the fact that his father urgently needed surgery made him think of all the possibilities.

"But Lia, there will definitely be lots of drunk men there, what if," Lia immediately cut off Shalea's words.

"Listen to me, you only work as a barmaid, not serving men. "There is a woman there who is in charge of that, so don't worry, you are safe," said Lia, reassuring her friend so that she could get money for her father's operation.

With a heavy decision in her heart, Shalea nodded. "Okay, I'll try. For dad's sake."

That night, Shalea stood in front of the club with its flashing neon sign. With a deep breath, he stepped inside. Loud music and flashing lights greeted him. He felt a mixture of fear and determination overcome him.

The club manager, a well-dressed man with a friendly smile, welcomed Shalea and gave her a brief explanation of her duties. "The job is quite simple, Shalea. You will serve drinks and make sure the customers are comfortable. The money is good, and you can start tonight if you're ready."

Shalea nodded, although her heart was still filled with doubt. She changed into her barmaid uniform and immediately started her work. The night felt very long, but every time he felt like giving up, the image of his father lying in the hospital gave him strength.

With perseverance and determination, Shalea works hard, serving customers with a smile even though her heart is still heavy. The money started rolling in, and although it wasn't the job he had envisioned, he knew it was the quickest way to get the funds needed for his father's surgery.

In another corner of the noisy club, a man sat slumped on a bar stool, clutching an almost empty glass of whiskey. His face was disheveled, his hair was a mess, and his eyes looked empty, reflecting the depth of frustration he was experiencing. The whiskey glass in his hand was refilled for the umpteenth time that night, and each sip seemed to add to the emotional burden he felt.

He is Daniel Vadella Femio. Previously, he lived in luxury, provided with all the facilities by his wealthy family. However, a series of bitter events destroy his once perfect life. First, his fiancé, whom he had trusted wholeheartedly, cheated on him and just left him after finding out he didn't have anything. The disappointment hit him so hard that he found it difficult to trust anyone again.

As the final blow, his family, who had been his support, decided to revoke all the facilities and comfort they had provided. They kicked him out of the house because of the mistakes he made, and now he is stranded in a harsh world without any support. All this made Daniel almost lose his mind, drowning in a sea of sadness and anger.

Amidst the noise of the club, Daniel felt isolated. Loud music and flashing lights were unable to distract him from the pain that continued to haunt him. Every sip of whiskey is a temporary escape from harsh reality. However, instead of easing his pain, the alcohol only made him sink deeper into despair.

The bartender, who already knew Daniel as a regular customer, tried to talk to him. "Daniel, maybe that's enough for tonight. How about you rest first?"

However, Daniel just laughed bitterly, rejecting the advice with a shake of his head. "Not enough, John. Not enough to forget all this," he said, asking for his glass to be filled again.

Around him, people were busy with their own pleasures, none of whom really cared about the suffering Daniel was experiencing. In that crowd, he felt more alone than ever. Frustration and loss continue to torment him, and whiskey is the only friend he feels understands his sadness.

The night was getting late, and Daniel was getting worse. Every sip of whiskey is his attempt to escape from the bitter reality, even though he knows in his heart, this escape will never truly free him from the pain that haunts him.

Just then, Shalea, who had just finished a customer's order, approached the bar and asked John, the friendly bartender. "John, what should I do next?" he asked with a polite smile, even though tiredness was beginning to set in after a long night.

"Please take a few bottles of wine behind the bar in the cupboard at the end," told John what Shalea should do next.

Shalea just nodded and immediately did her job.

Meanwhile, in another corner, Daniel, who was already very drunk, looked at Shalea with eyes that were increasingly blurred by alcohol. In a very drunken state, he saw Shalea as his fiancé who had left him for another man. Anger and frustration burned inside him, making his emotions overflow.

Daniel stood up with a staggered body and walked towards the bar. "John!" he exclaimed in a heavy and rough voice. "Do your duty! I want the girl," he said with a look full of anger and sadness. In his cloudy mind, Shalea is the replacement of his fiancee who betrayed him.

John, who was used to dealing with drunken customers and knew that Daniel was a regular customer with deep pockets, nodded with a faint smile. "Of course, Daniel," answered John with a faint smile.

John immediately prepared a sweet drink to serve to Shalea.

John then approached Shalea who was sitting behind the bar. "For starters, try tasting this special drink. It's kind of a tradition for new waiters here," he said while preparing the drink.

"Think of it as the first reception of the evening."

Shalea, who was still new and not yet suspicious, accepted the drink with a little hesitation. He stared at the liquid in the glass, feeling a tinge of worry but not wanting to show any doubt in front of John. "Thanks, John," he said, then took a small sip.

Daniel, who was observing closely, smiled crookedly, feeling a little satisfied in his drunken state. He waited patiently for the effects of the drink, his mind filled with images of revenge and the desire to forget the pain he felt.

Shalea felt something strange about the drink. The sudden warmth that spread throughout his body made him feel uncomfortable. He looked at John who was still smiling, then at Daniel who was looking at him strangely. Shalea started to feel dizzy and realized that something was wrong.

However, before he could do anything, the effects of the aphrodisiac powder started to take effect, making his mind increasingly clouded and his body increasingly difficult to control. John and Daniel, who were on the other side of the bar, noticed that and waited for the right moment to approach Shalea.

In this increasingly tense situation, Shalea must find a way to protect herself in the midst of a harsh and deceitful night world. Even though he was half-conscious, he tried to remember his goal: to get money for his father's operation. At the same time, he must face threats he never expected.

Shalea felt panic overtake her as the effects of the drink began to take over her body. His head felt dizzy and his vision began to blur, but his survival instincts were on. He had to get out of this place before something bad happened. With her remaining consciousness, Shalea tried to find a way out.

He stepped back, pretending he was still in control, while his eyes searched for an exit or at least a safe place to hide. However, the pace was not fast enough. Daniel, still under the influence of alcohol but driven by anger and frustration, saw her movements. With a vengeful gaze and a face red from drink, he quickly approached Shalea.

"Where do you want to go?" Daniel growled in a rough voice, gripping Shalea's arm tightly. Shalea tried to fight, but her body was weak due to the influence of the mixed drink. "Let me go!" he shouted, but his voice was muffled by the loud music blaring in the club.

With surprising strength for a drunk person, Daniel dragged Shalea to the stairs that led to the top floor. Shalea tried to free herself, but Daniel's grip was too strong. The other patrons were too busy with their own affairs to notice this incident, and John, who was already involved in this plan, just watched with a satisfied smile.

Shalea's breath hitched as they reached the top floor. Daniel pulled him towards a narrow corridor that ended at a door with a VVIP sign. He opened the door roughly and pushed Shalea into a luxurious but threatening room.

In the VVIP room, the atmosphere became quieter, far from the noisy music below. Shalea staggered trying to keep her balance, but the drink's effects became stronger making it difficult for her to stand. Daniel approached with heavy steps, his face filled with mixed emotions of anger, sadness, and despair.

"Why are you all the same? Betray and abandon!" shouted Daniel, approaching Shalea who was now cornered in the corner of the room. He grabbed Shalea's shoulders roughly, shaking her as if trying to find answers to her suffering from the female figure in front of him.

Shalea, with what remained of her consciousness, knew that she had to get out of this situation.

But Daniel was so strong from him that it was difficult for him to escape from his grip.

With his remaining strength, Daniel carried Shalea, throwing her body onto the bed.

With passionate emotion, Daniel took off his shirt, tearing Shalea's maid's uniform with one blow.

Shalea tried to struggle with sobs that roared through the rest of her consciousness.

However, the sound of crying made Daniel even more aroused and wanted to express his emotions.

Daniel became increasingly brutal and aggressive in controlling Shalea's body.

For the rest of her consciousness, Shalea could only cry as she regretted that she had come here.

But the image of his father reminded him of that.

Forgive Shalea well, Shalea thought in her heart.