✿♡ JAZZLENE ♡✿“Yes. I want this. I . . . want you, Adam.”He released me and took a slight step back. Standing in front of me, he gazed at me as if he were hungry, as if he wanted to devour me whole.“You want to do it here? In your bedroom?” he asked softly, and I nodded gently. “Come here.” He reached for my hand and led me towards the bed. He settled at the foot of it, sitting down while I remained standing before him. “Take off your clothes,” he commanded, his voice cutting through the silence.Though it was my first time, I didn’t hesitate. I acted confidently, but deep down, I was nervous and wanted to retreat, to run out of the room. But here I was. I didn’t want to waste the opportunity to make real something I had only dreamed of.I first peeled off my cropped top while keeping my eyes fixed on his. I unzipped my jeans and slipped them down, leaving me in just my panties and bra. His hand moved, signaling for me to remove the rest of my garments, and I complied without hesit

✧ADAM MEADOWS✧Jazzlene's words echoed in my mind as I stood before the mirror, adjusting my necktie, preparing for the alumni gala scheduled to start at seven p.m. It was already six-fifteen.‘A date? Really, huh?’I smirked to myself. I knew exactly why she had said that. She was trying to provoke me, having seen Lexi at my apartment earlier. Though she didn’t spell it out, I could read the jealousy on her face when she noticed another woman seated on my couch. Amusing.Lexi was the reason I left Jazzlene's place abruptly earlier, without a goodbye or even waking her up. My phone had awakened me with four missed calls and a text message from Lexi, announcing her imminent visit to my apartment. That compelled me to get up and leave in haste.[FLASHBACK]“Hi, babe.” She greeted me with a wide smile when I opened the door after two knocks.I didn’t respond immediately. I hadn’t intended to invite her in, but her early visit made me consider she might have something important to discuss

✧ADAM MEADOWS✧AFTER printing the documents, I returned to the living room where Jazz was patiently waiting for me. She sat quietly, eating. Earlier, she had taken the initiative to find something to eat in the fridge, mentioning she was hungry. Fortunately, I had leftover food from the restaurant that I had delivered earlier in the afternoon.Approaching her, I slammed the somewhat thick stack of papers on the table in front of her, clipped together with a paper clip."W-What's this?" She picked it up and glanced at the large title on the front page. SEX SLAVERY CONTRACT. Her mouth hung open, but upon seeing the title, she stopped chewing. Nervousness was evident on her face.I sat down on the couch opposite her and leaned back, watching her closely. "It's a contract.""H-Huh?" Her brow furrowed."It’s filled with unimaginable conditions. There are a total of fifty pages with ninety-nine clauses. But I know you'll probably be too lazy to read through all of that, so I’ll explain." I

✿♡ JAZZLENE ♡✿It's been two days since I last saw Adam because my parents are staying at home with me. During these two days, Dad has been the one picking me up and dropping me off at school. Nevertheless, I never forget to text Adam to update him on what's happening in my life. Not only because it was part of our agreement when he agreed to watch over me, but also because it's part of the contract I signed. I need to keep him updated on what I'm doing, who I'm with, where I am, whether I've eaten, what I ate, what happened at school, how I'm feeling, if I was on my period, etc. I have to inform him about everything.What frustrates me, though, is that when I ask him what he's doing or where he is, he often doesn't reply. I understand why; it's also part of the contract that I can't inquire about his activities or whereabouts.It feels incredibly unfair, doesn't it? I'm not allowed to question him, but if he texts me a question and I don't respond within five minutes, he becomes upse

✿♡ JAZZLENE ♡✿Over the past month, I lost count of how many times Adam and I hooked up. I could probably count on my fingers and toes the number of rounds we'd had in various hotels he took me to. Yes, it was always in hotels. He avoided our home and his apartment, not wanting my parents to notice I was constantly moving around. Especially with CCTV cameras in front of our house and on posts near the gate that would catch me entering his apartment.I would sometimes visit to bring him dinner. But when he needed my body, he'd message me to meet him somewhere. Other times, after my afternoon classes, he'd pick me up and we'd go straight to a hotel.Sex with Adam was unlike anything I'd experienced before. Raw. Animalistic. Soul-crushing in the best possible way. It shattered all my preconceived notions of myself and turned me into something darker, more depraved. He'd call me sweetheart one moment and his slut the next.And I don't know why, but . . . I loved it.The remarkable thing