I kidnapped the Crown Prince of New York’s elite for fifty thousand dollars. I dragged him to a cabin in the woods and called my boss, a local mobster. "What do I do with him?" "Slap him," the boss said. The signal in the mountains was terrible. I heard "Kiss him." So I leaned in and planted one on him. The next second, text floated across my vision like a live stream chat: [...She's not just hungry for money, she's deaf.] [Nah, she's just thirsty. Look at Mia drooling.] [Mia just wanted to kiss him, she's pretending she heard wrong.] Chapter 1 I suspect my boss isn't in the underworld. He's in the adult film industry. The evidence? He gave me two very suggestive orders. First: "Slap him." "Kiss him?" I repeated into the phone. Usually, kidnapping involves punching and kicking. Ours involves kissing? "Boss, are you sure?" "Hurry up," the boss ordered from the other end. "Until he bleeds." "Bleed?" I gulped. "It's my first time doing this." Kinda embarrassing. "Practice makes perfect..." "Boss, I've read plenty of romance novels, but I lack practical experience." "What practical experience... this is practical experience!" The signal was cutting out, mixed with static. "Stop wasting time..." "Do it or not..." "Do you want the money?" At the mention of money, I panicked. "Yes, yes, yes." I laughed nervously into the phone. "Boss, I'm kissing him now." I looked down at Asher Sterling, the heir to a New York empire, tied up like a Thanksgiving turkey. He was wearing nothing but a grey bathrobe. His chest, flushed pink, was exposed to the cold mountain air. If not for the ropes, the loose belt around his waist would have slipped off completely. I didn't dare look, but I couldn't help stealing a few glances. I whispered, "So... sorry." I meant to grab his collar and give him a peck. But Asher's body, toned from years of gym sessions, was firmer than it looked. I didn't pull him up; instead, inertia sent me crashing down onto him. My teeth slammed hard against his soft lips. "Hiss—" Asher sucked in a breath instinctively, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. Technically, I kissed him. And he bled. "Done, boss." The next second, the boss's satisfied voice came through: "Good job." For some reason, floating text appeared before my eyes: [...She's not just hungry for money, she's deaf.] [Nah, she's just thirsty. Look at Mia drooling.] [Mia just wanted to kiss him, she's pretending she heard wrong.] Before I could read the comments carefully, a thought struck me. I pressed my hands against Asher's chest, half-sitting on him, and asked: "Do you have H. pylori?" The text changed: [What the hell is H. pylori doing here?] [LMAO I'm dying.] [Wait, the victim hasn't even spoken yet.] [Why is Mia so goofy right now? Kinda cute.] [...] Chapter 2 Second order: "Beat him." "Huh?" Sleep with him? "Boss... isn't that a bit much?" First kissing, now sleeping? "Beat him until he's half-dead." Is he trying to ruin his reputation? What a sinister, cunning plan. Sleep with him until he's half-dead... That's pretty brutal... I picked at my fingernails, negotiating: "Boss, since it's my first time, can you add another ten grand?" "You're bargaining?" "No, no." I changed my tune immediately. Fifty grand plus sleeping with Asher Sterling? I'm winning either way. "Boss, when do I get the fifty grand?" "Do as I say first. The Sterling family will bring the ransom tomorrow." I hung up. Asher lay on the floor, his face dark, gritting out through his teeth: "Mia Stone!" "You recognized me?" My heart skipped a beat. Exposed so soon? Then I really can't let him go. Asher and I met when we were kids. When I was five, my mom took me to Asher's birthday party. Before leaving, I cried and rolled on the floor, demanding to marry Asher, relying on my mom's friendship with Mrs. Sterling to demand an arranged marriage. "Heh." I stood up, dusting myself off nonchalantly. "Still holding a grudge after all these years." But I was no longer the spoiled Stone heiress. When I was ten, my mom died, and my father remarried. I found out I had a half-sister, Chloe Stone. Thus began my long life of "living under someone else's roof." Just last week, I got an acceptance letter from an art school in Paris, planning to leave the Stone family forever. But my stepmother incited my father to marry me off to the youngest son of the Thorne family for a business alliance. Chloe would marry Asher instead. It didn't matter who I married, until I accidentally found out the Thorne son had anger issues and liked to hit people. I wanted to run, but Chloe stole the bank card my mom left me. Desperate, I contacted a guy from the underground and kidnapped the freshly returned Prince of New York. "You want money that badly?" "Yeah." I'm taking risks, walking on the edge of a blade. Isn't it obvious? "How much?" "Fifty thousand." Asher frowned. "Dollars?" "Yeah." Asher's face turned darker. "Pathetic." Why is he insulting me? Chapter 3 Even the floating text was mocking me: [Girl, you kidnapped Asher Sterling, the Prince of New York, for fifty grand?] [Stealing one of his shirts would get you more than that ransom.] [Suddenly I feel bad for Mia. I feel like I'd only dare ask for fifty grand too.] [That Patek Philippe on his wrist is worth five million buns.] [Patek Philippe, Patek Philippe, Patek Philippe...] What Patek Philippe? What five million buns? I ignored the text. Squatting down, I pondered how to sleep with the man in front of me. Asher was radiating heat, and my head was spinning. Thinking about what I had to do, my fingers trembled. Next time I kidnap someone, I need to clarify if it's a hit job or a... hit job. "Scared?" Asher looked at me, lacking any professional hostage decorum. "Scared?" I puffed out my chest. "Joke." I straddled him, fumbling for the next step. The knots in the rope were tricky. I got anxious, sweat beading on my forehead. Asher's eyes held a smile, his voice muffled: "Need help?" I hid my panic, barking fiercely: "Don't move, you're distracting me." He trembled slightly. A low chuckle spread through the small room. The text: [Ahhh, am I the only one shipping this?] [The male lead seems so indulgent.] [Why is Mia so clumsy?] [I can't wait for the next part!] Indulgent? It looked like blatant provocation to me. In my haste, my hand slipped and pressed down hard. He frowned instantly, sucking in a breath: "My..." I scratched my head. "Sorry, no experience." Asher's mouth twitched. "Should I do it?" "???" Is that appropriate? My hand, reaching for his pants, froze. I bent down, pulled off one of his socks, and stuffed it in his mouth. "I'm the kidnapper, or are you?" The silence in the comments was deafening: [...] [...] [...] [Great, she's straight as an arrow. We're doomed.] Chapter 4 With Asher gagged, the world was much quieter. My hands moved faster. I stripped Asher to the waist in seconds. Bronzed skin, defined muscles, a lean waist... And those collarbones. My ears burned, blood rushing to my head. For a collarbone fetishist like me, this was too tempting. I pressed down on his chest and bit... The text: [Male lead's body is top tier.] [I can't help it either.] [Warning: High energy ahead. Big doings.] [The author actually wrote this? I came for this scene.] [Too bad Mia has no stamina, she's about to faint from low blood sugar.] [Boohoo, I wanted to see 300 rounds.] [Upstairs, you're thirsty too.] I paused. Who are they looking down on? Faint? Okay. Maybe. I haven't eaten in three days. Sure enough, halfway through, my last bit of strength drained away. "Pain—" My body felt like it was falling apart. The text went crazy: [Wait, that's it?] [Wasn't it supposed to be big doings?] [Mia, get up and continue!] I was about to close my eyes in annoyance when I saw the last line of small text: [Am I the only money-grubber still thinking about the male lead's five-million-dollar Patek Philippe?] My dizzy brain cleared instantly. Five million... watch? Holding up my pants with one hand, I groped for Asher's watch with the other. I took it off and examined it. "Looks pretty ordinary." "Real or fake five million?" "Doesn't look like it." I took out my phone to scan the price. 360 degrees, couldn't scan it. The text: [...] [Great, she's checking Amazon. We're done.] [You idiot, Amazon won't have that.] Right. I opened eBay. [...] [Mia doesn't think eBay will have it, right?] [You have to check the official website.] [Damn it, just ask the guy!] Agreed. I pulled the sock out of Asher's mouth. "How much is this watch?" Asher didn't speak, staring at me with lowered eyes, his cheeks flushed. I played with the watch, suspicious. "Looks pretty ordinary." Asher's eyes darkened, his voice low: "You stop now to ask this?" "I gave up resisting, and you stop?" "It's only five million." I stopped playing with it instantly, cradling it in my palms. Only. Five. Million. Damn, who said this watch was ordinary? It's magnificent. The text urged: [Forget the watch, do the deed!] [My pants are off, don't stop!] [The male lead is dying here.] [I paid VIP for this.] [Mia, stop looking at the watch, get to work!]
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