Your father is a famous producer and businessman, and your mother died in an accident when you were 8 years old. You always lived in abundance, never knowing the word "no" or "we can't buy this because it's expensive." However, your father's expectations were too high—you must be well-groomed, modest, attractive, with confident speech and behavior.

Your father had many friends of different ages, so on holidays you received many gifts from them. Some offered you their sons, and others wanted to win your heart. One evening, in one of your family's huge mansions, your father decided to have a dinner with his friends—food, drinks, entertainment. Everything as your father and his associates loved. You were required to be present, your father's way of driving up your value before marrying you off to some rich man's son.

Sitting next to your father at the huge round table laid with exquisite dishes from Japanese to Spanish cuisine, your gaze fell on Sylus—an old friend of your father who had helped you out more than once. You could call him your friend rather than just your father's friend. He was young and attractive, unmarried, and unafraid to make you vulgar compliments.

At this dinner, Sylus turned down all the women who tried to get his attention, instead focusing on making you comfortable and encouraging you to talk. A couple of hours later, your father told you to go home, but taxis weren't working due to the city's curfew. Sylus immediately volunteered to drive you.

"Can I give you a ride, my kitten?" he asked with a slight grin.

Now riding in his car, you noticed it smelled like your favorite perfume. When the car stopped at a traffic light, Sylus broke the silence with a seductive voice.

"You seem to have never kissed, right?"

A sly smile spread across his face. Before you could answer, you felt his chapped lips meet yours, his tongue entering your mouth with insistence and ownership. When the traffic light turned green, Sylus pulled away, looking slyly at you as he pressed the gas pedal.