"Gosh! Was there anything more degrading than looking for your underwear?" Zhanarah cursed quietly to herself.

She picked up the man's pants and shook them, but there was nothing.She knelt and looked under the bed, but there was no sign of her underwear.

She was starting to sweat and couldn't look up to see the man on the bed. He's nothing like the other guys she's spent the night with. He paid her more than she was used to, and the sex was simply too good. Is it because he's attractive? She never liked having sex with different men and sometimes crying while doing it, but this is different

"Are you looking for this?" Zhanarah overheard what the man said. When she looked up, he was dangling his underwear from one finger to the next.

"What the hell? Are you serious?" She bit her lower lip and glared at him. He gave an annoying chuckle as she yanked it from his grasp.

"He didn't say anything last night, just a small smile, and now he's laughing. And, by the looks of it, he's adorable. God!He deserves hell for mocking me so early in the morning." Zhanarah considered this as she rose to her feet. She tightened her grip on the towel wrapped around her body and began to walk towards the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" She overheard the man inquire.

"Obviously?" She replied mockingly, pointing her finger at the bathroom.

"Take this," he said, stretching his arm out to her with a piece of paper in his hand that appeared to be a business card. She approached him but did not take his business card.  

She just kept staring at him. That's when she notices the man in front of her has deep grey eyes. His messy hair enhanced his attractiveness and hotness. She shook her head in response to what she had thought.

"I know you enjoyed our sex last night, but if you're asking me to be your personal sex partner, my answer is a resounding no," Zhanarah said, shaking her head.

"And if you think I enjoy this type of work, you're completely wrong. I simply don't have a choice." She continued as tears welled up in her eyes. She despises herself for being a whiner. She may appear strong on the outside, but she is easily moved to tears over trivial matters.

The man looked at her calmly, without saying anything.

"If I had a choice, I would not do this kind of work." She can't blame people for gossiping about her life and treating her as if she doesn't have any dignity as a woman. She's a slacker. She's a prostitute. She sells herself to various men.

"You should listen to me first before you jump into something very funny," the man said calmly.

"I don't want anything from you; I know you paid me more than you should have, but I..." Zhanarah was speaking when she was interrupted by the man's next words.

"You'll be my daughters' nanny." He then stood up and walked to the bathroom without saying anything. Leaving her in disbelief.

Her? To work as a nanny? For his daughter, perhaps? What the hell? He already has a child? Wow. Who would want a sex worker to look after his daughter? That sounds absurd and insane.

"I mean, do you want me to be one of your daughters' nannies?" Zhanarah inquired, unsure of the shock she was recovering from.

She's not sure what surprised her more: the fact that he has a child or the fact that he wants a sex worker to be his daughter's nanny.

"I simply want you to be my daughter's nanny, nothing more, nothing less." When he came out of the bathroom, he said.

"Why don't you just find one in an agency? I know you're wealthy and can afford anything. It's more lawful." She asked him, but he just shrugged as if it were nothing, but she knows there's something more to it.

What if he intended to hurt her? What if he's a serial killer who poses as a wealthy man and asks women to be his daughter's nanny? If they accept, he'll take them to a location and abduct or rape them.

"Please accept my apologies, but I'm not interested!" Before entering the bathroom, she said sternly.

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Zhanarah emerged from the bathroom fully dressed, and she was unsurprised to discover that the creepy man had vanished. 

He must have deduced that she was already aware of his plan.

"What if I'd fallen for it?" She shivered at the thought and asked herself.

I suppose not. She quickly grabbed her bag and exited the room without looking back. She went downstairs to the bar and saw Madam Ciang from a distance. She approached the attractive woman in her early fifties, her short curly hair dyed gold and her face fully made up, her lips gleaming with red lip gloss she had applied. 

Her tight gown was made of leather with tiny sparkles all over it, and her shoes also blinked.

She dresses that way every day, and if you don't know her well enough, you'd never guess she's in her fifties. She appears much younger than her actual age.

Every move she made drew attention to her, and everyone in the bar knew she was the owner of the bar and brothel. Her appearance would lead one to believe she's a stern woman, but she's actually very nice and down to earth.

"Zhanarah," she said with a big smile when she saw me.

Among her sex workers, she has a special fondness for Zhanarah; she knows Zhanarah doesn't like the job, but she needs any financial assistance she can get, which is why she always calls Sachzna when an influential or wealthy man requests a woman.

"Madam Ciang," Zhanarah introduced herself.

"Do you want something to drink?" Madam Ciang inquired.

"No,"

"So.How did it go?" She inquired with a small smile, knowing that the lady is always grumpy before the job.

If only she had a degree, she could get a better job.

"Well, he gave me more than I usually get," Zhanarah explained.

"I knew it! Liam Davis is a billionaire and him being our guest is such an honor to us. He also gave me more than what we bargained." Madam Ciang laughed happily.

"Liam Davis?" Zhanarah thought, the name ring the bell but she shrugged it off. "But he's kind of creepy."

"No he isn't. You just think so." Madam Ciang assured Zhanarah who wore a worried look. "Why? Is something wrong? Did he do something bad about you?"

"No, but.." Zhanarah was saying but interrupted when Madam Ciang was called by a man.

"Well talk over the phone honey." She said then hurriedly left.

Zhanarah sighed and started walking out of the bar ignoring the men hungry gaze on her body.