I arrived at my internship right on time at 8 a.m.

After pulling an all-nighter, my dark circles were practically dragging on the floor.

I was completely burned out.

As the elevator doors closed, I exchanged a familiar glance with Anderson.

Anderson has been the underboss and my bodyguard since childhood. He always stays hidden around the places I move through, stepping in whenever I need protection.

Since this internship was entirely my own decision, my dad couldn’t stop me.

All he could do was send people to follow me, protect me, and report back on my situation at all times.

My phone rang. A new friend request popped up on WhatsApp.

The profile picture showed a bald, chubby older man wearing sunglasses, staring into the camera with thick, furrowed brows.

He looked like Dwayne Johnson.

[Hello, your mom introduced us. Thought we could get to know each other.]

This was the older man?

My vision almost went black.

I was about to ignore it when my mom sent me two shocking words.

[Add him!]

Covering my eyes, I accepted the friend request and froze on the chat screen, not knowing what to say.

The status showed he was typing.

[You didn’t eat breakfast, right? I bought you some and sent it downstairs to your office. Go pick it up.

[I’m busy with work and can’t always take care of you, but you must eat breakfast.]

I was stunned.

What was I supposed to reply? And how did he know where I worked?

Why did my mom tell him everything?!

Paired with that profile picture, those messages made me feel like I was being kept.

When I went downstairs, there really was breakfast with my name on it.

It was a beef ciabatta. The moment I opened it, the smell almost knocked me over.

Fine, I’ll deal with it later. You eat someone’s food, you owe them something.

I chewed quietly.

“Thank you, Mister.”

As he typed, I ate while staring at the screen.

He kept typing without sending anything. Only when I was almost done did a reply finally come through, full of resentment.

“Don’t call me Mister.”

Mister’s name was Owen. Aside from the wild profile picture, he was actually pretty nice.

From the day I added him, his messages never stopped.

[It’s getting cold, Missy. LV released new scarves this season. I bought you one and sent it to your office.]

[Go to bed early. I heard from the front desk that McDonald’s has a new breakfast item. Want to try it tomorrow?]

Owen messaged me like this almost every day, tirelessly feeding me and sending things to my office.

After a few days, the entire team thought I had a sugar daddy.

Owen would bring gifts and coffee every so often, often enough that my whole team benefited.

Rumors started spreading that I was someone’s kept woman, and that I was very skilled at it.

Only heaven was my witness.

Every time Owen bought me something, he never asked for my opinion. He just informed me it had arrived downstairs.

The front desk already knew me. Anderson was practically a full-time delivery runner.

“Mister Owen, could you please stop sending things? I’m really busy with work. My supervisor is very strict, and if I can’t finish everything, I still have to go home and work at night.”

[Interns have that much work? What’s going on?

[Oh, right, it’s snowing tonight. I’ll have my driver pick you up.]

The messages stopped abruptly.

A few minutes later, another one came through, with a clear edge to it.

[And don’t call me Mister.]

That evening, a Bentley stopped downstairs at my company.

A limited edition Bentley!

It was a model Dad had always wanted, but Mom never approved of. She said it was too flashy.

Had she already gotten tired of riding in them when she was young?

I got into the Bentley in front of all my coworkers.

Owen wasn’t inside, and I let out a breath.

Even though he’d been sending me gifts and messaging me constantly, I still hadn’t met him in person.

Given the situation, I thought I would see him tonight.

There was a huge age gap between us. I’d always treated him like a possible biological father.

However, he’d been so good to me. It was hard not to feel at least a little unsettled, since I never dated before.

The driver drove silently, saying nothing. Feeling awkward, I didn’t dare start a conversation.

However, the route home was completely correct.

I had never told the driver where I lived, nor had I said anything to Owen.

So he knew where I lived?

Then why were all the gifts still being sent to my company’s front desk?

Everything that had happened recently was too much for an honest, sheltered kid like me. So much so that I didn’t even dare answer my mom’s calls anymore.

Early the next morning, I arrived at the office. I had just gone downstairs to pick up the breakfast Owen ordered for me when I saw messages flooding the team group chat.

We’d suddenly changed supervisors.

The previous one, who assigned interns impossible tasks and expected them to be on call 24/7, had been transferred away.

The new supervisor was said to have been sent from headquarters. His name was Leo, and he was supposedly very kind, much better than the last one.

Most importantly, he was extremely handsome.

“When I saw him, I almost screamed. He’s so handsome,” Mandy Moore, my only close friend during the internship, said nonstop as we went downstairs to eat.

“Mandy, wake up. Our company strictly forbids office romance.”

“He’s seriously too handsome. I even think he might be an incubus. Incredibly charming, and he has that mature man aura. Ah, I really like him.”

“Stop it. I’m very sensitive to the word ‘incubus’ right now.”

A new message popped up on WhatsApp. It was Owen again.

He said he wanted to find a chance to meet me and talk about what came next.

“What, did your sugar daddy message you again?” Mandy leaned over to look at my phone.

I frowned and locked the screen.

I wasn’t ready to meet Owen yet. However, since he brought it up, it was probably time to make things clear.

I had no plans to date anytime soon, and I definitely wasn’t going to flirt with someone who might be my biological father.

The elevator doors opened. The moment Mandy and I stepped out, I heard her suck in a sharp breath, then elbow me hard.

I winced and looked up.

A tall figure had walked into the elevator. He had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and clean, sharp features. With a face so handsome it was almost decadent, he had wide dark eyes, thin lips slightly pressed together, hinting at a mixed heritage.

At the top of his head, there seemed to be something fluffy.

However, the elevator doors closed too quickly for me to see clearly.

He was so handsome.

“That’s Leo!” Mandy shrieked beside me.

My phone vibrated again. Owen was messaging me again.

Watching that Dwayne Johnson lookalike profile picture shake nonstop on my screen, I felt like crying.

Mister, why do you look like this? Just look at him!

After Leo took over, my workload suddenly became much lighter.

He assigned me tasks I could actually learn from, unlike before, where I was just endlessly helping make presentation slides.

I couldn’t help secretly observing him during meetings.

There was no helping it. After all, my life before had been too bland. I’d never seen a man this handsome.

He was extremely attractive to me.

Also, there was another reason.

That day, when the elevator doors closed, I was sure I hadn’t imagined the fluffy thing on top of his head.

However, I never saw it again after that.

The girls in the company were always finding excuses to go to Leo’s office, but Mandy and I didn’t dare.

We wished we could turn invisible in our supervisor’s eyes.

It was just like back in school, when you didn’t dare go to the teacher’s office. We didn’t really dare go to Leo’s office either.

As interns, the two of us often took the blame.

I’m a mafia principessa. Even if I got fired, it wouldn’t affect me much.

However, Mandy was different. This opportunity mattered a lot to her.

She treated me well, so many times I’d grit my teeth and take the blame for her.

Because of that, Mandy idolized me and said I was basically her savior.

Come on, being treated like a great hero feels amazing!

Hmph. Honestly, I’m the real sugar mommy here.

When it actually came time to admit mistakes, though, the one panicking was still me.

“Come, sit down. Let’s talk.”

Leo’s lips curved into a smile as he looked at me. Then, he personally poured me a cup of tea from the side.

“S-sir, I… I won’t sit.”

I hesitated, but he still gestured for me to sit down.

So I had no choice. I obediently sat and began reading from the report in my hands.

Because I was nervous, my leg was shaking under the desk, and I accidentally kicked Leo’s solid calf.

“I’m sorry, I-I’ll stand instead.”

I was on the verge of tears.

“Sit down.”

Leo ordered calmly. His voice was deep and magnetic, rich like dark chocolate. My body froze on the chair, completely unable to move.

Then he walked out from behind the desk.

At some point, two buttons at his collar had been undone, revealing a strip of pale chest beneath.

A wave of scent brushed past me.

God. He smelled so good.

My legs suddenly felt weak.

An overwhelming pressure came down from above, pinning me in place. I couldn’t stand up at all.

Leo braced his hands on the armrests, caging me in.

That handsome face leaned in close.

I could barely breathe. My whole body overheated, my face burning like it was about to cook.

I’ve only ever seen men this close in short videos, but never in real life!

Suddenly, he laughed softly.

Was he laughing at me?!

My face felt like it was about to explode. My entire language system shut down.

And then… I actually leaned closer to him!

Staring at his face, my first thought was… I wanted to kiss him.

The moment I realized that, I was shocked by my own boldness. My hands clenched tightly together.

‘Hold it, Hallie.

‘This is your boss. If you really touch him, you’re done.’

I knew the difference between a lifetime reputation and a moment of pleasure.

I really did.

However, my body wouldn’t listen.

This man is way too tempting. I can’t control myself anymore!

My right hand moved on its own and landed on his chest.

His chest was firm, filling out the open collar. It felt perfect to touch.

My mind went completely blank.

What the hell! I actually touched him?

I actually acted on what I was thinking?!

I was a little scared, but… it felt good!

He didn’t stop me, either. His gaze burned as he stared straight at me.

My fingers wandered across his chest, and with one hand, I undid another button.

The flesh beneath my hand was full and springy, rising and falling gently with his breathing.

His skin was slightly cool.

Before long, all the buttons on his upper body were undone.

My hand pressed lightly lower, and he let out a soft hum, unbearably seductive.

That part was hot and firm. Once freed, it felt like it would snap loose all at once.

‘Hallie, what are you thinking?!’

I should’ve stopped, but I couldn’t control my body at all. Face flushed, I prepared to keep going, reaching for his pants.

Leo kept smiling the entire time, indulging me.

Just as I was about to undo them, he stopped me, gathering my hand and pressing it against his chest.

“Missy, are you… trying to use your position on me?” Leo chuckled softly.

My thoughts floated and sank. I couldn’t quite process what he meant.

He guided my hand closer to his heart.

I felt a heartbeat, but I couldn’t tell if it was his or mine.

His shirt tightened because of the movement.

So big… So white…

The shirt I meant.

I really needed to leave.

I was starting to get wet.

Just as I was about to start taking off my own clothes…

My awareness snapped back. My eyes cleared instantly.

‘Hallie! Are you insane?!

‘You’re molesting your boss!’

I yanked my hand back and stared at Leo in shock.

Leo raised both hands, eyebrows lifted, looking almost innocent.

Scumbag! What’s the use of being handsome?! This is harassment!

I pushed him away without mercy, slapped the report onto the desk, and fled without even saying goodbye.

Only after the door closed did I finally let out a long breath.

That was close, way too close! I almost lost control!

This really isn’t my fault. He was the one seducing me!

Me, a mafia principessa, almost getting sexually baited by a mid-level boss?!

It’s all his fault! Why come to work dressed like that, with a body like that?

I ran back to my desk, my thoughts colliding wildly.

Only when my hands touched the cold surface did I realize how hot my entire body was. The moment I closed my eyes, all I could see was that man’s sexy body.

I shivered.

This wasn’t right!

I’ve always had the desire but never the nerve. So why did I completely lose control the moment I faced him?

Something felt wrong. I just couldn’t put my finger on it.