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– Hey, hey, take it easy! – said Daniel, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice as Ella shoved him carelessly onto the bed, playing her Halloween role of a strict “officer” escorting an elegant “lady” – the role her husband had taken on. They’d just entered the bedroom, still laughing from their act as 18th-century lovers, a ridiculous little play they’d been performing all evening. And yes, Ella had definitely gotten way deeper into character than Daniel, who had been trying his best to keep up. But truth be told, the only time he felt remotely normal that night was when he was with his wife. Whenever he was alone or with friends, he just joked it off with lines like “I just want some hot sex with her.”
But now, with his face buried in the bed after Ella’s push, Daniel suddenly felt a rush of frustration. Cursing the damn uncomfortable dress and that weird corset again, he turned toward her, propping himself up on his elbows, ready to blurt out something sharp. But as he opened his mouth, he froze. There was a strange, predatory glint in her eyes—something he’d never seen before. She looked genuinely pleased. Too pleased.
– Ella… – he began, his voice cracking slightly as he tried to mask the rising irritation. – I think you’re getting a little too into it.
But she just whipped her head toward him, adjusted her long coat, and smirked, her voice taking on a harsh edge.
– You talk too much for a lady. In my house, girls don’t get a say—they get a leash. – Ella squinted at him with a wicked gleam, stepping forward slowly, deliberately. Her boots creaked softly on the floor, cutting through the silence like a blade.
– Okay, Elly, damn, you’re really going over the top – he chuckled, trying to act like he still had some control. – And for the record, that’s no way to talk to a lady...
But Ella moved in even closer with a calm confidence that felt... off. She grabbed his chin – casually, yet with such command that Daniel froze, a cold shiver sliding down his back. And then, a few heartbeats later, she whispered:
– Of course, not to a lady – she leaned in closer – but you’re no lady, sweetheart. You’re a courtesan. And tonight, I’m buying you.
Daniel’s heart suddenly thudded faster, annoyingly loud in his chest. He wanted to laugh, roll his eyes, say something like, “Okay, who are you and what have you done with my wife?” But before he could, Ella pulled something from her coat pocket—a small vial filled with a translucent liquid, marked with an emblem shaped like a cherry blossom twig.
– Is that... perfume? – Daniel tried to joke again, but his throat had gone dry. This was getting way too weird.
– It’s... a role reversal – Ella whispered, and before he could say a word, she splashed the liquid right between them.
The world blinked. Everything vanished for a second—and when it returned, it wasn’t his wife in a man’s costume standing before him anymore. No. Now someone else was looking down at him with that same dominant gaze—a tall, broad-shouldered man with short, reddish hair and thin lips curled into the same predatory smirk that had just belonged to Ella. Only now it looked different. More terrifying. More commanding. More real.
– What the… – Daniel breathed out, but cut himself off the next second as he heard his own voice – it rang high, almost melodious, and somehow... feminine and sexy...