As I stepped off the plane and into the Zurich airport terminal, I craned my neck to see the bustling gates and signs in German and French. It was my first time outside of the United States, and the unfamiliar sights and noises were exciting, if a little intimidating.As we made our way to baggage claim, Agatha didn't seem to share my wonders or fears. She was on familiar territory here, surveying the crowd calmly for whoever was going to pick us up.A neat young man in an elegant suit shortly approached, holding a sign with our names. He briskly introduced himself as Elias, the leader of "Ms. Bach's household staff." I blinked in amazement as he took us outside in a nice town car. Agatha clearly lived well here.The Swiss countryside passed by beyond the tinted windows as we drove toward the city. Agatha made light talk, pointing out locations, but my jet-lagged head couldn't take it all. I still didn't know what awaited me here.When we arrived at an elite tower apartment building d
I looked in my mirror while straightening the silk tie of my new outfit. After days of debate, I had finally accepted my position as Paul Auclair, the grandson of a millionaire hospitality company.My luxurious suite's walk-in closet held shelves of tailored clothing that cost more than my complete wardrobe at home. To round out a wealthy look, I chose an Italian leather shoe and a brand watch.In the glare of the bathroom's LED lights, I meticulously arranged my hair to mimic Paul's casual tousled look, replacing my glasses with contact lenses. Examining myself critically, I saw there was a definite resemblance.The arrogant, ice-blue gaze in the mirror sent an involuntary shudder down my spine. But I pushed those unsettling thoughts aside. Surviving means fully embodying this identity. Squaring my shoulders, I entered the elegant dining room. Agatha sat with her fruit dish and lattes, examining the finance pages. Without saying anything, I took my seat at the chosen spot."Good morn
The rest of the week was a blur as I settled into classes at the elite Swiss academy. Despite the high course load, I thrived in the intensively focused setting.Every few days, I would make a video call to my grandmother. I was happy to see her smiling and learn about her improved health after receiving competent care. She inspired me to persevere.When Friday evening arrived, I dressed in the finest designer clothes and wore a golden watch, embracing my identity as Paul. I still felt hesitant about really embodying this persona, but tonight it was important.The beautiful town car dropped me off in front of an upscale club downtown. Though there is a legal drinking age back home, money seems to waive those regulations here. I took a breath and stepped inside. I was directed to the busy VIP lounge. I scanned the crowd and recognized a few individuals from school, despite the fact that we had barely spoken. My arrival drew confused looks.One broad-shouldered
I sank into the plush leather couch with a sigh, loosening my school tie. The day had been exhausting, constantly staying vigilant to avoid slipping up around the elite Imperium Sanctus society members. Agatha breezed into the living room. "Rough day playing the billionaire playboy?" she asked teasingly, handing me a crystal tumbler with an amber liquid. "This should help take the edge off."I took a grateful sip, letting the smooth burn of whiskey unwind my nerves. As Agatha settled gracefully onto the sofa beside me, I recounted the day's events."One of the girls I met at the club, Astrid, brazenly invited me to her dorm room to get high," I told her, shaking my head in disbelief. "Like it was the most casual thing ever."Agatha let out an amused peal of laughter. " she was likely hoping for more than just smoking weed if she invited you back to her room." I nodded, my face flushed. "Of course, I have no intention of doing anything improper with her. I just wasn't expecting such
"Adam," she purred, and the sound of her voice made my spine tingle. "You've been such a good boy, haven't you?"Agatha was there in a black dress that stuck to every curve. Her hair fell over her shoulders in a smooth, midnight-wave stream. As she walked toward me, her cat-like grin got larger and her slow, hypnotic steps became more hypnotic. I could feel the heat rising inside me, and my heart was beating fast. It was up to her to control me, and I couldn't take my eyes off of her."Y-yeah," I stuttered, and my voice was almost a whisper. "I've tried to be good."As her fingers moved slowly down my arm, they left behind warm, tingly feelings. "Oh, but being good is overrated, don't you think?" she purred, her breath warm against my ear.I couldn't deny the truth in her words, not when she was so close, her body brushing against mine. The world around us faded as desire devoured every inch of my being.Without notice, Agatha's lips took mine in a searing kiss, and I submitted to the
At the private club, I made it a point to laugh out loud at jokes and absurd stories about my family's privileged connections until I was clapped on the back like a brother. The position was becoming second nature. When Sophia arrived, dressed elegantly in black, I made sure we sat together. There were no signs of shock on her face. She seemed to be looking past my smooth exterior to find out what was really going on. Later, people who were leaving found that the streets outside were flooded from a sudden spring storm. "Paul, we simply must wait until the rain stops" Sophia stated. "Entertain me until it passes?"I felt more and more nervous as I sat alone with her in a private room. The mood between us became heavy. Despite her subtle flirting, I was scared she'd sense my anxiety and see through my ruse."You know, you're quite amusing to toy with," Sophia said suddenly, watching me with an incomprehensible smile. "But pursuing me could be unwise for someone like you."I shifted aw
As I drifted in and out of awareness, I was overcome by the harsh antiseptic scent of the clean hospital room. Each breath delivered new stabs of anguish through my sensitive ribs, but the pain pills helped calm my beaten body enough for fitful sleep. Tonight I will face troubles, but for now, rest was a small present.Agatha's alert monitoring allowed no other guests. She refused to leave my side, pacing like a caged animal and making harsh comments to any staff who seemed too tentative in their care. Her ferocious protectiveness in these intimate moments surprisingly reminded me of her secret depths beneath the arrogant exterior. Though allies for ease alone, perhaps more lied beneath.Two days passed slowly. Finally discharged, the elegant sedan drove me back to the luxurious penthouse in silence. As we rose, Agatha offered soothing support to me, her hand s
The morning sun rose far too early as usual, pulling me from restless dreams. As consciousness returned, so too did remaining unease over going back to school after everything that happened. Would Jean be waiting to jump me? I had no desire to find out.Rolling over with a sigh, I weighed my choices. Ignoring Jean completely seemed best for now. Better not to provoke him until I was ready to strike back against Paul. Staying under the radar held appeal, if I could successfully disappear into the hive of privileged elitists.A quick breakfast passed in quiet thought. Agatha breezed through as always, rambling about political maneuverings among her family back home. I nodded along halfheartedly, too lost in shifting thoughts to truly focus.When pressed for conversation, I gave clipped, distracted answers, hoping she'