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"Why didn't you tell me that this place was like a mortuary!" I hiss into the phone.

Images of the stark, dark and marbled halls that stretched on for ages. Countless bathrooms and elaborately decorated bedrooms with no one to sleep in them. The mansion was absolutely luxurious but empty and lifeless. It had no spirit, no soul despite its incredible grandeur. 

Hoseok's high-pitched laughter bubbles through to me from the other side of the receiver and I scowl.

I'm sitting in the middle of a gargantuan canopy bed in a suite the size of a small tennis court and Mousey sleeps, serenely. She's curled up into a ball of fluff at my bare ankles. She likes the quiet. 

And the 1000 thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets.

"Look, you'll be fine! What did you expect? A welcome party or a rave happening over there? He's a single man in his twenties who lives alone on 40 acres of land. He's away on business for his father most of the time. Diana, It's gonna' be quiet!"

"I know....it's just-" 

I toy with the smooth fabric of the sheets between my fingers with one hand whilst pressing the phone to my ear with the other.

I can hear Hoseok sigh audibly over the line and I know how exasperating it must be for him to bear the burden of being my one and only friend.

"I'm sorry to bother you again today...its just..."

"Listen, Diana. If you're not comfortable with this whole thing. Then I say, don't do it. But if you want my opinion on Yoongi: He might be a little cold at first or even a bit strange but there's not a harmful bone in his body. He won't hurt you. He likes you. He probably won't want me to tell you this but you're the first girl he has ever approached. All the other 'dolls' of the past have basically fallen into his lap and then he asked them. But he went after you. Even when you'd already turned him down the first time. Personally, as his friend I see this as a good sign. It means that something about this is different this time. The way I see it, you can both benefit eachother in some way and I honestly don't see a losing situation here."

"Mmmhmm.." I hum into the line still feeling uneasy.   

I listen tentatively to every word that Hoseok says to me on the phone and hold my breath in silence. I do not think that Yoongi will hurt me. He's right. We could both win in this situation. He can have my company for a little while and it'll be just long enough for me to get myself out of this shit financial situation. Then I can move on with my life like nothing ever happened.

Besides, Yoongi is attractive and I would have probably slept with him anyway so what's the harm?

"Thanks, Hobi," I sigh, releasing a breath of relief, "I'm just super nervous about everything I guess. What if he realises that he doesn't like and me and changes his mind about everything? I haven't had sex in ages! What kind of skills did these 'dolls' before me have?"

My voice rises slightly in panic and I rake my fingers anxiously through my hair, letting it fall wildly again over my bare shoulders.

Hoseok chuckles, "He'd be a mad-man not to like you and Diana, sex is like riding a bike. You've just got to get your feet back on the pedals again and it'll all come back to you naturally."

"I feel like you're my pimp or something!" I can't help but laugh out loud at the idea.

"Don't say that! Do yo have any idea how much power you have? Do you think that this is something demeaning or to be ashamed of?" Hoseok questions me hotly.

"I..." Hoseok bypasses my spluttering to carry on.

"I wish I  was a bloody woman sometimes. A creature of beauty and sensuality that could lead any man to his death with her feminine wiles, but no! I'm just a guy who plays music at clubs. Why couldn't I too get paid for just being hot?" he whines.

"Hey! You're a guy who plays music at clubs all over the world ! You left that part out."

"Psshh! Don't you get it?" Hoseok ignores my attempts to flatter.

"Get what?" I ask, truly dumbfounded and wondering what the hell my friend was yammering on about?

"THIS. This is your super- power, Diana!"

I finally get what he's trying to say and a cheeky smirk breaks gently over my face.

"....the power of the pu-"

"Sssh! Don't say it out loud!" Hoseok shouts, "You'll jinx this whole thing!"

We both sniffle and snort uncontrollably with laughter and I suddenly feel a lot better. Hoseok always has that effect on me. I usually rely on him so heavily for emotional support that it must be overbearing, this friendship. I owed him big-time! He was an absolute angel.

A sudden, sharp knock at the door causes me to startle with fright and I bid Hoseok a hushed good-bye, before hanging up the phone quickly.

I scramble to my feet, careful not to rouse Mousey from her slumber and stand waiting with my hands clasped in front of me.

The lean young man that advances into the room sets my pulse racing with just one burning look.

That's the thing that I like about Yoongi so far.

He doesn't play coy or act like this isn't exactly what it is.

It's clear to me what he wants from me and he makes me want to give it to him freely. 

My knees cross slightly as I shift from side to side in an attempt to ignore the tingling sensation that buds gently from a hidden place.

He finally comes to stand before me and we are now mere inches apart.

"How are you feeling? Are you still okay with this?" he questions. 

It touches me a little that he asked.

"Y-yes. This morning was just a lot to take in, that's all."

Both our eyes flit to the little band-aid on the inside of my elbow and I slide my hand over it shyly to cover it.

A personal doctor came by the residence earlier that day to run some tests and my arm was still sore from the shot of birth control. Not to mention the 'gaping' hole left behind that was now covered by this bandaid after drawing so much blood for testing. I absolutely hated needles and thought I would need an IV drip because I felt so weak afterward. 

Yoongi smiles down at me. I guess he's trying to observe if I'm feeling well.

"It's okay," I smile in affirmation.

I'd agreed to this. It was all in the contract which still laid in a crisp paper stack on the bed behind us.

His eyes move to it and I crane my neck, turning around to follow his gaze too even though I already know what he's looking at.

Yoongi runs his fingertips down the length of my arm and his voice rumbles out in a low tremor sending shivers to my core. 

"I'll see you at dinner, Kitten." 

He leaves and not to long after another knock at the door snaps my attention toward the great oak entrance to my bedroom suite.

My lips part.

"Yoongi? Wha-"

But I'm silenced when its not Yoongi but a member of the house staff entering the room. A sweet-faced older lady in or around her mid-forties comes in bowing slightly. She holds the door ajar with one foot whilst pulling along a massive rack which holds countless articles of clothing. Her ears are adorned by tiny pearl earrings and she's wearing an all black uniform consisting of a short sleeved shirt and trousers. 

When the clothing rack is positioned neatly at one corner of the room she steps out again and then re-appears into the space pushing a chest of grooming apparatus.

I look at it quizzically and Mousey finally awakes from her slumber due to all the racket giving a contented, meow. 

i move toward the clothing rack, fingers skimming through several rows of clothing from sweaters to t-shirts, to dresses and finally, a lot of lingerie. I can tell their all expensive and I gulp hard, feeling overwhelmed.

"My name is Cressida. I  will attend to you personally during your stay here."

I give her my hand.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Diana.."

Cressida raises both brows as if asking me to go on and when she clears her throat quietly I realise that she wants my full name.

".....erm, Diana Payne."

Cressida smiles appreciatively and gives me a small bow again.

"Lovely to meet your acquaintance Ms. Payne. Master Min would prefer that I call you by your proper name during the course of my service with you.

"Oh, um okay." All this formality is making me crazy. I'm just a regular girl who works a bar! 

Well...used to.

"So tell me again, why I have to wear my hair up all the time?" I tug at the pretty chignon that Cressida had expertly styled atop my head. After itching it a bit, some of the tight hairpins loosened slightly and I sigh with relief at the feeling.

"You have a round, pretty face Diana. I would like to see it all the time," Yoongi says.

He continues eating nonchalantly and I flush at his throw-away compliment even though he hardly takes notice.

"Eat." Yoongi urges when he realises that I've barely touched my food. It does look delicious. I'm just extremely distracted. 

He's completely ignoring my concern around rules 34 through 37 which go into detail about how I'm required to dress, wear my hair and what times and where I can wear certain things at? Cressida would come to me twice a day to help me get ready. She will do this with whatever specific instructions she had from Yoongi about how he desired me to look on that day or at that time.

This wasn't the 14th century. I did not need to have a lady in waiting! 

My eyes linger on the network of veins on his hands as he slices into another piece of steak.

His tongue quickly swipes over his narrow but plump lips just before he takes a bite and I smile at the way his upper lip curves up into a beautiful little pout. 

I look down at my plate and lift the weighty knife and fork from the elegant placemat. Gripping them between my fingers I silently finish my dinner which is in fact....extremely delicious.

After dinner, Yoongi took me by the hand and led me down yet another mile-long, ornately decorated hallway of the mansion to his bedroom.

Everything in the space was modern, opulent and mostly black.

My eyes trail down the length of my own body to the black silk night-gown that Cressida had dressed me in. I guess this is his favourite colour. 

"Get into bed. I'll be back in a minute." 

His tone is low, commanding. Flat.

I do as I'm told, which is also in the contract and watch as the black silk falls in a ripple when I bend my legs, almost revealing my underwear. My heart hammers in my chest.

I've never been in a situation like this before.

Not sure what to do, I pull the fresh, heavy bedding over me. It feels like a shield of some sorts and for a moment I simmer between the sheets and the duvet feeling somewhat comforted and protected.

I am nervous about our first time together. Unsure of what his expectations are of me and what I would actually be like in bed with him?

I knew from the rules that he wanted me to be submissive during sex and that I should call him 'SUGA' or 'daddy' in bed, not Yoongi.

Gosh! What if I turn out the be the worst fuck he's ever had?

The sudden weight of his body sinking down next to me on the mattress acquires my attention and I look over at him expectantly for some type of other instruction.

He gives me a small smile. Turning off the bed-side lamp, he whispers "Goodnight, Kitten."

"Goodnight. Should I......"" I begin to question him.

"I don't need you tonight, Diana. I'm tired."

Yoongi rolls to the furthest side of the bed opposite me, nestling into the pillows. His back is turned and its not long before I can hear tiny, gentle snores coming from his side of the bed.

There's no kiss goodnight, no cuddling.

Of course, not.

As a matter of fact, his bed is so huge that his body is a world away from mine even though we're sleeping in the same bed.

This isn't a personal relationship. It's just business. This is my job.

Tonight, on my first ever assignment, Yoongi surprises me. He just wants me to lay with him. 

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