Dual Identity: Love is Temptation and Restraint

I was dressed in a solid-colored spaghetti strap dress, seated in the luxurious Cullinan of my top supporter from the livestream, feeling a wave of unease wash over me.

For some reason, the driver in front seemed oddly familiar.

The car stopped in front of a residence at Peninsula Mansion.

A woman in her thirties opened the door for me and guided me to a study on the second floor.

I pushed the door open and stepped inside.

"Mr. Brown, are you there?" I asked softly.

The room was dimly lit, and I could only make out a shadowy figure standing by the window.

The air was thick with the mingling scents of perfume and musk, the very fragrance I had once told him was my favorite.

"Hmm."

The man's voice was low and indifferent.

After livestreaming for so long, this was my first offline meeting, and my palms were already slick with sweat.

"Mr. Brown, what are we going to do today?" I asked.

In just three months of livestreaming, he had already gifted me over a million.

This time, he had taken the initiative to meet me, and I instinctively understood what was about to unfold.

The man turned around, his long fingers hooking under my chin.

Although I couldn't see his face clearly, I could sense the smooth contours of his features.

My body leaned closer to him involuntarily.

Suddenly, the lights flickered on.

The brightness was blinding, and by the time I could see the man clearly, my pupils dilated in shock.

It was my direct supervisor, Ethan Brown!

Fortunately, I always went to the office without makeup, dressed in sportswear and glasses.

With hundreds of people in the company, unless they were close friends, it was impossible to connect me with an online dance livestreamer.

Ethan's cold, desire-filled gaze was locked onto me.

"Rose, you look beautiful in that outfit," he said.

Rose was my online name.

Thankfully, he didn't recognize me.

Ethan's calloused hand gripped my shoulder tightly.

I had never had much physical contact with men, and even the slightest touch sent waves of nervousness through me.

My body felt weak.

My unusual reaction caused a flicker of darkness in Ethan's eyes as he slowly turned my body around.

"Do you see?" he asked.

The study was spacious, with walls covered in countless photos of me!

Not just from my livestream dances, but also from shopping and dining...

I snapped back to reality, my scalp tingling with shock.

Ethan was not the gentleman he appeared to be. Behind the scenes, he was a voyeur.

A complete creep!

My body began to tremble involuntarily as I took deep breaths, forcing myself to calm down.

I needed to get out of here quickly!

"Rose, what are you afraid of?" Ethan asked.

I felt like I was about to collapse; my legs had no strength.

Looking into his smiling eyes, which concealed darker intentions, I forced myself to say, "Mr. Brown, you're overthinking it. It's a bit stuffy here. Let's talk outside."

I struggled to break free from Ethan's embrace, but as I stepped away, my legs gave out, and I collapsed to the floor.

Ethan slowly walked in front of me and crouched down.

He gently caressed my cheek as if I were a rare treasure. "Don't be afraid, sweetheart."

I choked on my words, unable to speak. My body felt powerless, and my eyelids grew heavier.

Eventually, I fainted.

In my dream, I felt something warm and wet moving over my body repeatedly.

I desperately tried to escape, but found my limbs tightly restrained and unable to move.

I suddenly woke up.

I realized that everything that had just happened was not a dream!

My wrists and ankles were bound, and my clothes had been removed, replaced with a pure white silk nightgown.

The door swung open.

Ethan adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and wheeled in a cart.

The aroma of steak wafted from the cart, causing me to involuntarily swallow.

He noticed my small reaction and leaned in to gently tap my nose.

"Are you hungry?"

His smiling eyes, which once seemed warm, now felt terrifying.

I shrank back, trying to move.

The room was large, but all the doors and windows were locked.

I couldn't escape his control.

Ethan elegantly sliced the steak and brought it to my lips.

But I was too afraid to eat!

At that moment, my stomach growled inappropriately.

Ethan placed his hand on my belly.

With only a thin layer of fabric between us, I could clearly feel the calluses on his hand rubbing against my skin.

My voice tightened involuntarily as I said, "I'll eat!"

Ethan gently kissed the corner of my lips.

"That's more like it, good girl."