That morning, the atmosphere at Dimitri Group's office was busier than usual. But for Louis Toreto, what he felt most was the overwhelming exhaustion. He hadn't been able to sleep properly all night after being relentlessly teased by Cleopatra. Even when he did manage to sleep, he ended up unconsciously hugging his own boss, and this morning, the effects of that were still lingering.

Louis rubbed his face tiredly before standing up from his chair. If he didn't get a strong cup of coffee soon, he might fall asleep at his desk. Without thinking twice, he grabbed his wallet and walked out of the office toward the nearest coffee shop.


The morning air was fresh, and Louis hoped a cup of hot coffee would help him survive the day. He entered the coffee shop, ordered a black coffee with no sugar, and waited for his order. As soon as his coffee was ready, he stepped out of the shop, moving a little too quickly.

But then—

THUD!


Louis collided hard with someone, causing his freshly bought hot coffee to spill onto the person in front of him.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry! I really didn't see—"


His words trailed off as he took a good look at the person standing before him.

A woman with long, wavy brown hair, wearing a tight red blouse and a fitted black skirt that perfectly accentuated her curves. Her blouse was now damp from the spilled coffee, revealing glimpses of her smooth, fair skin. Her sharp green eyes locked onto Louis with keen interest, and her red lips curved into a playful smile.

"Oh…" The woman glanced down at her stained blouse and let out a soft chuckle. "I thought I was going to feel hot this morning, but you made sure of it, didn't you?"

Louis immediately panicked, hastily pulling tissues from his pocket to try and wipe the coffee stain.

"Oh no, I'm really, really sorry! I didn't mean to! Let me help you—"

The woman laughed even louder, then gently grabbed Louis' wrist, stopping him from dabbing at her blouse.

"It's okay, I can clean it myself," she said, her gaze piercing into him, her smile never fading.

Louis quickly retracted his hand, his face turning red. "I-I really am sorry! I didn't see you there."

The woman playfully batted her lashes. "So polite. No need to be so stiff."

Louis cleared his throat awkwardly, sensing that this woman was dangerous. But before he could find an excuse to leave, she narrowed her eyes and smiled even wider.

"You lost your coffee. How about I buy you a new one?"

Louis hesitated for a moment, weighing the offer. But considering he was the one who spilled coffee on her, he couldn't find a strong enough reason to refuse.

Finally, with a heavy sigh, he nodded slowly. "Alright. That… sounds fair."

The woman studied him closely, as if assessing him.

"Good. Then let's go back inside."

Without waiting, she led Louis back into the coffee shop, leaving him with the unsettling feeling that he had just walked into an unexpected trap.

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Louis took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind as he and Jennifer Wellington sat in a cozy corner of the coffee shop. The woman elegantly crossed her legs, while her still-damp blouse clung to her in ways that were hard to ignore.

Louis tried to focus elsewhere, but his eyes kept betraying him, flickering back toward Jenny.

"So…" Jenny tilted her head slightly, looking at Louis with an unreadable expression. "We haven't introduced ourselves properly, have we?"

Louis cleared his throat, still feeling awkward about the situation. "I… I'm Louis. And you are, Miss…?"

Jenny's lips curved into a seductive smile, her red lipstick drawing even more attention. "I'm Jennifer Wellington. But you can call me Jenny."

Louis was momentarily stunned, staring at her without blinking. The name was unfamiliar to him, yet the way she said it with such confidence made her even more intriguing.

The stain from the coffee was still visible on her blouse, creating a contrast that no man could ignore. Louis swallowed hard, trying to keep his focus, but her aura was incredibly distracting.

Jenny chuckled softly, then snapped her fingers in front of Louis' face—making him choke on his own coffee!

"Are you daydreaming about something, Louis?" Jenny asked teasingly, her eyes glinting with mischief.

Louis quickly shook his head, his face turning even redder.

"N-no! I was just… just…"

Jenny leaned forward slightly, closing the distance between them, her warm breath brushing against his skin.

"Just imagining naughty things about me?"

Louis completely froze.

His body tensed, and his heart pounded faster than it should have.

God, this woman is dangerous!

Jenny let out a small laugh, sipping her coffee casually, as if she hadn't just said something that could drive any man insane.

Louis tried to calm his thoughts, refusing to be lured into her game.

"I wasn't thinking anything like that!" he protested quickly, though he knew his expression only made Jenny more convinced that he was lying.

Jenny raised an eyebrow and leaned back in her chair. "Oh? Then why do you look so nervous, Louis?"

Louis tried to find an answer but came up empty.

Jenny chuckled again, clearly enjoying his reaction.

"Interesting. You're quite an amusing man, Louis."

Louis let out a deep sigh, realizing he had just stepped into a trap much bigger than a simple coffee spill.

He stirred his coffee slowly, attempting to distract himself from the woman in front of him, who continued to watch him with a playful gaze.

Jenny, now sipping her coffee at a leisurely pace, finally spoke again. "So, you work at Dimitri Group?"

Louis nodded cautiously, still wary of every word that left her lips.

"Yeah... I just stepped out for a quick coffee run."

Jenny smiled knowingly, her gaze occasionally flickering to the coffee stain on her blouse from earlier. The red fabric now clung even tighter to her body, making it even harder for Louis to focus on their conversation.

She twirled the end of her straw between her slender fingers before looking at him with an expression full of mischief.

"Oh, it's fine… but you'll have to replace it, Louis."

Louis' eyes widened.

"W-what?"

Jenny shrugged nonchalantly, but her smirk only grew more mysterious.

"This blouse is quite expensive, you know? And after all, you're the one who spilled coffee on me."

Louis immediately panicked.

Jenny's blouse was clearly not the kind of clothing he could afford to replace easily. Just by looking at the material, he could already tell it probably cost more than his monthly salary.

"I-I'm really sorry! But... I don't think I can buy a blouse this expensive."

Jenny's victorious smile widened, her eyes glinting with mischief as if she had been waiting for this exact reaction.

She then slowly leaned in, closing the space between them, before whispering something into Louis' ear in a voice so soft it sent chills down his spine.

"You can replace it in another way, sweetheart…"

Louis froze in place.

"A-another way?"

Jenny rested her chin on her hand and casually played with her hair, as if this situation was nothing more than a fun little game to her.

"Come with me to the Club tonight. And give me your phone number. That's all."

Louis remained silent.

He felt like he had just walked into a trap that had been locked tight around him, yet he couldn't outright refuse. After all, this all started because of his mistake.

Frowning, he tried to find a way out of this situation.

"Why me?"

Jenny raised an eyebrow, then deepened her smirk.

"Why not?"

Louis had no answer for that.

Finally, with visible reluctance, he gave a small nod. "Alright…"

Jenny let out a soft laugh, then casually picked up Louis' phone from the table and entered her number before handing it back to him.

"Don't forget tonight, Louis. I'll be waiting."

With that, Jenny stood up, adjusting her still-damp blouse before walking away with confident strides.

Louis remained seated, staring at his phone screen—now containing a new number that would undoubtedly bring big trouble into his life.

I just walked into a trap I can't escape from…

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Louis walked back to the office with a sour expression, feeling like this was one of the worst mornings of his life. His eyes were still heavy from lack of sleep after being tormented by Cleopatra last night, and now he had to deal with the fact that he was stuck in a mess with Jennifer Wellington—a mysterious woman who had suddenly appeared in his life.

As he approached his desk, he hoped he could sit down and collect his thoughts in peace.

But his hope was instantly shattered when he saw Sarah Harper waiting for him, wearing a mysterious smile.

"What's up with you today, Louis?" Sarah's voice was teasing, her eyes filled with curiosity and mischief. "Did you do something wrong to our boss? Or should I say… your fiancée?"

Louis let out a long sigh, trying not to take the bait. "I don't want to talk about it, Sarah."

But of course, Sarah wasn't the type to give up easily.

She slowly stepped closer, standing so near that her perfume filled Louis' senses.

Then, without warning, she whispered into his ear in a soft, sensual voice.

"Oh? Not satisfied with Cleo? I can give you something better, Louis. Ahhh~"

Sarah let out a soft moan right next to his ear, her voice like a sweet poison seeping into his veins.

Louis' blood rushed through his body!

His entire frame tensed instinctively, and he reflexively stepped back, his face turning bright red.

"S-Sarah! Stop teasing me! Because last night, I was this close to getting castrated by Cleo!"

Sarah burst into laughter!

"Hahaha! Seriously?! Cleopatra was jealous? I love this!"

Louis scowled, feeling like he had become the favorite target of all the dangerous women around him.

Sarah chuckled as she leaned against Louis' desk, her eyes still filled with playful mischief.

"So, you really made Cleopatra jealous? You're getting more interesting, Louis."

Louis frowned, his headache worsening.

"Sarah, I'm not joking. Cleo nearly killed me last night."

Sarah tilted her head, as if contemplating something. Then, with her usual sly smile, she pressed a single finger against Louis' chest.

"Alright then… as compensation, come help me with the monthly report tonight."

Louis looked at her in frustration.

"Oh, come on, Sarah! I've had enough bad luck today!"

Sarah blinked innocently before slowly stepping back, but not before leaving him with one final taunt.

"Bad luck or not, that's your choice, darling. But remember… I'll be waiting."

With elegant steps, Sarah walked away, leaving her scent lingering in the air.

Louis let out another long sigh, then buried his face in his hands.

"I'm going to lose my mind here…"

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Louis sat silently at his desk, trying to calm his already fried brain after the chaotic series of events today. From Sarah constantly teasing him to his unexpected encounter with Jennifer Wellington, everything had left him feeling completely drained.

As he took a deep breath, suddenly—

His phone vibrated twice in a row.

The first message popped up on the screen.

Cleopatra Thompson: Come shopping with me tonight for groceries. I want to cook us a romantic dinner at the penthouse.

Louis swallowed hard. Okay… this was good news. After such an exhausting day, a romantic dinner with Cleopatra actually sounded like something that could save his day.

But before he could reply—

The second message appeared from an unknown number.

Jennifer Wellington: Hey, it's me, Jennifer. The woman you bumped into this morning. Save my number. And don't forget, I'll be waiting for you at the Club tonight.

Louis' face turned pale.

Oh. My. God.

This was officially the worst day of his life.

He stared at the two messages with a blank expression. Both came from two different women—and both demanded his presence in completely opposite places.

Cleopatra wanted him at the penthouse for a romantic dinner.

Jennifer expected him at the Club.

Louis grabbed his hair in frustration.

What kind of choice is this?!

If he chose Cleopatra, he'd be safe… at least until she inevitably teased him again. But if he went to Jennifer, he could "pay for his mistake" from this morning.

But deep down, he knew—this was more than just a simple meeting.

And while Louis was still stuck in his dilemma, elsewhere…

A dangerous game was already being set up for him.