The car ride itself felt like a dream. Tae sat in the back of a black limousine, her thighs pressed together, her heart pounding as she glanced at the older man sitting beside her. Bang Si Hyuk exuded wealth — his gold rings glinted in the dim light, his cologne was strong and musky, and his heavy palm rested shamelessly on her thigh the entire ride.
When the gates opened to his mansion, Tae’s jaw dropped. The estate stretched wide with marble fountains, manicured gardens, and a sprawling villa that looked like a palace.

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