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She's My Sleeping Pill

15 years ago, his elder brother was killed right in front of him in the middle of the night – killed by their most trusted driver. Since then, Stefan had a hard time sleeping and often got nightmares. He learned not to trust anyone. Cayenne worked almost all day and all night. She only got three hours of sleep every day. She was the breadwinner of their family since her mother was diagnosed with tuberculosis. She thought she would have a great time working as a receptionist in a hotel. Until… “I’ll pay you an additional $3000 a month. Sleep with me.” Stefan placed a signed check on the table in front of her. Her head was spinning at the large sum of money. She can finally buy her mother’s medication and send her brothers to school without worry. But to sleep with him? “I’m sorry if I come off rude but, I can’t sleep with you sir.” She tried to refuse politely, afraid that she will lose her job if he felt displease towards her. Stefan took off his coat and placed on the backrest of his chair. “Think about my offer carefully. It wasn’t so bad sleeping with you after all.” It was a mistake she made on her part when she fell asleep right beside him on his bed, drunk and dizzy. Will he make the mistake of trusting someone again? Will he entrust his life to her by sleeping soundly beside her? How will they face each other when they started to unveil the mystery of their identities? ***cover isn’t mine***edited by a friend***I don’t earn anything from this picture*** Original cover was taken from Mr Love: Queen's Choice Related videos and pictures can be seen in Koi to Producer: EVOL×LOVE

_frieyaVida · Urban
Not enough ratings
924 Chs

THE THING HE FEARED THE MOST

Stefan was sleeping soundly when he suddenly woke up from loud crashing noise inside their room. It was dark but he remembered that he left the lampshade open to give light to the room. He saw someone standing at the foot of their bed and the person was looking towards someone who was standing in front of him.

Stefan didn't make a sound. The scene was so familiar to him and his back started to sweat coldly. He can't be mistaken. It was the scene fifteen years ago. The only difference was that it was not Alexander standing in the middle of the room, facing the killer on his own. But it was Cayenne. She stood there, looking pale from fright and the man was standing in front of him with a gun.

A shiver went down his spine when he felt the sudden chill on his neck. He was afraid to make a sound and Cayenne was standing quietly as well. None of them move.