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His Everything-Winnie C.

His Everything-Winnie C.

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"He gives her his everything. She is his everything.During Naveah Golightly's junior year, she almost lost everything. Then, She had a crazy night with a stranger. By then, a mysterious cursed man, Arthur Landon, who only loves her and has to love her, was arranged by God epscially for her. For Neveah, this is just a one-night stand. But for Arthur, Neveah is the only antidote to his curse. What will Arthur do to seize her love? Will Neveah know his secret and accept him?"
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Chapter 1

*Neveah's POV:

I think today can be my luckiest day since my mom passed away.

These days, I've been busy with cups, plates, and spoons in a small café in Frayca to make a living. After my mom was killed by cancer, I dropped from the university since I don't even have enough money to feed myself. I was a miserable girl who has lost her mom with no inheritance and didn't have money for the university. Although Frayca is the capital of Apilica, my hourly wage is too lousy to enable me to have any savings. Then, all of a sudden, I've got a job which offers me 200 dollars for working for only 6 hours a day! It's like pennies falling from heaven. Even my mom couldn't earn 200 dollars a day when she was alive!

When Ms. Lee, who provides me with my former part—time job, found me in the kitchen, she took the plate from me and hand me a towel, "You don't need to do this, sweetheart."

I was stunned. It was she who told me half a month ago, "That's the only job you can do now! Why do you think you are so special?"

I asked stutteringly, "I'm sorry, Ms. Lee. Did I get fired?"

Ms. Lee gave me a huge smile, "I've got a much better job for you! No interviews! Just report yourself next Monday. I've promised to the employer that you are the perfect candidate."

"Oh, really? I'm so flattered. But why? Why me?"

"Well, the employer asked for a governess who is young, smart, and hot. Also, she needs to act as a nanny, also. She must be good at cooking. The working time is 2 hours in the early morning and 4 hours in the evening. Only you are available in the two certain times."

"Oh," I take a few seconds to comprehend so many demands, "a governess? I didn't know there is still a job called governess nowadays."

"Yes, there is a job called governess, and here it is waiting for you." Ms. Lee looks at me and smiles.

"So I guess I will be more than a tutor, right? Do I need to take care of the child? Or children?"

Ms. Lee laughs like a hyena. "No, there are no children. You are going to teach a 12th—grade high schooler. A cool boy, your employer's younger brother."

"12th grade? He is already an adult, isn't he?"

"Dunno," Ms. Lee shrugs, "it would be only easier for you, as I say."

I think for a while and ask, "I have to think about it … It sounds too good. I mean …"

Ms. Lee interrupts me, "You are wasting my time. Just tell me, Neveah my dear. Take it? Or not?"

Three seconds later, I take it.

Having my salary from the café owner in my right pocket, I utter a sigh of relief. It's already after nightfall, so I decide to find somewhere to spend the money I get since I haven't relaxed for a long time. Now, I have time, some money, and an adventurous spirit.

I'm not sure about my destination. A café? No. A restaurant? No. A clothing shop? No … I wander down the street, while my feet brought me to the door of a club. The words on its French window read Club Lure.

Also, its door looks as chic as a café, it's not perfectly suitable for everyone. I've heard its name on campus, that there are exciting public shows and couples with hardcore kinks wearing leather. Thanks for my university, the best but also the most open university in Frayca, I have known some words like kink, fetish, BDSM, etc.,

I just spend one moment making a decision, that Nevaeh Golightly is going to venture into this new territory tonight.

I check what I'm wearing, a long grey sweater dress and a jacket, and a pair of patent leather high—heel long boots – I've got changed after I leave the café. Not bad for integrating with the group. It's so lucky that I've made myself look smart and mature.

However, at the moment that I push in, I want to close the door and run away. I've seen an almost—nude man performing pole dancing on the stage.

There is a parrot—like voice shouting in my mind, "WHAT THE HELL?"

"Brace up for the world of adventures!" I say to myself.

A waiter at the point of entry gently says to me, "Good evening, Miss. Put your smartphone and other equipment that can take photos on the desk, please. I promise that I will take good care of them. Let me hang your jacket back there… Good. Take this menu, beautiful lady." I seem to be sleepwalking toward the bar counter ushered by him.

To my surprise, there are more people in the club than I thought. I look around in this blue—glowing club. Except for the dancer, no one is wearing something extremely strange. Most men wear dark trousers and elegant shirts with chic shoes, while ladies look sexy but elegant. I see some men and women having chockers, if not collars, around their necks. Other ones are wearing leather dresses or vests. Nothing too beyond my imagination so far.

However, when I'm about to order, I find the drinks here are not wallet—friendly. The cheapest cocktail asks for 25 dollars.

"Well … Hi. I would like this … long island, please." I choose the cocktail of the second—lowest price, as this one sounds like a cool holiday.

"In a minute, Ma'am!" The bartender has to shout out his words or his voice will be overwhelmed by the loud music.

I get my drink and try to immerse myself in the performance. However, the dancing fails to entertain me, and I feel more and more uncomfortable when there is an increasing number of people making out and flirting with each other in some bold ways. I feel pity for the fee I've paid, but I decide to leave. It turns out that this world doesn't suit me. I finish my drink and stand up.

Just at this moment, I see a man in black also sitting quietly in the corner.

When I take the second glance… Oh my gosh! He is such a hunk! The man is in a black silk shirt, which sets off his devilishly handsome face and heavenly beautiful lines of his neck and collarbone. He is like thinking alone, with his eyebrows furrowing and deep blue eyes gazing at his glass. Although he is so good—looking, you will never mix him up with the dancers on the stage. He exudes an air of relaxed calm, showing that he is successful in his life and career.

I sit wondering if I should say something to him or not. I should talk to him, since I come here for an encounter, and here the perfect candidate is. However, if he has some too—hardcore habits for sex, I may not able to handle him.

I ask myself, "Are you willing to be tied up by this dashing devil and have a little spanking?" I walk to him with my glass the next moment, as my answer is yes. I must be crazy.