"Sleep with me!" said a man to a girl who passed before him. The man didn't choose randomly, of course. He knew the girl he was talking to, who appeared in his dreams every night.

Even the man's grandmother had mentioned the girl's name repeatedly.

Ivana ...

Ivana ...

Ivana ...

The name seemed to keep spinning in the back of his head, like a vinyl record that played endlessly until he was tired. He was tired of thinking about how to do it without dropping his pride.

What did he do?

Don't ask. The man's name was Zach Levy, a successful businessman at a young age, a sophisticated appearance with a handsome face—hazel eyes framed by a piercing gaze and thick eyebrows, a well-chiseled jawline sweetened with fine hairs that added to the masculine feel, and a tall, well-built body with muscles carved all over that made it feel firm to the touch.

No one would refuse an invitation like the one Zach had just extended to a girl whose appearance was not stunning. Ivana was pretty but not the most appealing.

Yet, many men wished they could enjoy the beautiful curves of her body. She is a charismatic girl.

"What did you say?" asked Ivana with a beady eye, a sign that she was both surprised and did not understand the meaning and direction of the man in front of her.

The sound of music was quite disturbing to the hearing and made Ivana have to rack her brains a little to interpret the man's intentions.

"Are you pretending not to hear so I can repeat it?" asked the man.

Ivana shook her head.

"I didn't hear it." Her hand made a loop in the air. "You didn't hear? It's noisy in here."

The man nodded.

"You're right. How about you come with me to discuss this matter? It's ... business." The man came closer and spoke near Ivana's ear so as not to have to repeat his words; the girl would surely hear them enough.

Hearing the word 'business' made Ivana's eyes light up instantly. She nodded, but then it was her turn to bring her lips to the man's ear.

"But I can't right now. You know, it's time for me to work."

"So, when? I can't wait."

Ivana looked thoughtful.

"How about tomorrow?"

The man shook his head.

"In the evening, after you finish work. How about it?"

"I'm sorry, sir. It's already late. You should rest and keep your wife company. So I guess ... tomorrow."

The man snorted. He didn't like whenever anyone assumed he was a family man. Not at all. He was single until now and had never tasted the world's pleasures in the form of a woman.

It could be because he was too busy with his business or the curse.

The man shook his head to dispel the memory of his miserable life while rejecting Ivana's answer.

"I want it today. I'll wait until you finish your work, then you'll come with me. I don't want to hear 'no', because I'm here to take you successfully, not to a rejection. Good work, Ms. Sanchez."

And ... the man didn't go anywhere but sat in the back row, avoiding the spotlight. He was pretty famous—what was the purpose of coming to a nightclub and sitting down to watch Ivana's melodious voice? That would certainly be a question and even a headline later.

He enjoyed Ivana's singing. No wonder so many people flocked to see her perform. There were even some guests who tipped her.

Zach also saw some of them trying to flirt with Ivana, and the way the girl refused, really amazed Zach.

Not only does she look charismatic, but she also has a fascinating character.

Ivana rushed backstage and into the dressing room, where she had put everything. She changed her clothes and was surprised when a man was already behind her and helping her fix her zipper.

Ivana—the girl who was initially clad in tight clothes while on stage with a wig that made her look different has now turned into a plain girl with no makeup and long wavy hair that flows and gives off a vanilla scent—let the man behind her do so.

There was no refusal from her for what Zach was doing.

Zach sniffed her scent for a moment, then let her turn around and face him.

"Oh, you're still here, Mr. Compulsion. I thought you were tired of waiting," Ivana said, in a slightly mocking tone, because earlier, Zach had seemed impatient. Now he was right in front of her.

"I told you I'd wait for you to finish work, right? Now come with me!"

"Now? Are you so eager for this business, hm?" The girl put on her flat shoes before straightening up and flashing a sweet smile on her pretty face. "Come, I'm ready."

They traveled a long way and passed through a pine forest. However, Ivana was not the least bit suspicious of this man she had met only a few hours ago.

Until they arrived at a luxurious modern mansion, he seemed to build only a few houses there.

"You're an introvert with good taste, Mr. ..." Ivana frowned, trying to remember the other person's name because she could have forgotten even if the man had said it.

Don't be surprised, hundreds of men offered her to sleep over or be a chat buddy, but it was only with Zach that she agreed to go along.

It was nothing; she just felt there was something that made her unable to refuse.

"Zach Levy, you can call me Zach. I don't like to be too formal with you. Have a seat, Ms. Sanchez. What would you like to drink?" Zach invited his guest over while he got a bottle of wine for them to enjoy.

"Is there a party?" asked Ivana again when Zach handed her the fantastic value drink.

"Of course. You are my party. Let's get to the point. As I said, I'm going to take you into business."

Ivana wanted to interrupt, but Zach's gaze made her undo it. She knew he was in serious mode. So she let Zach continue his sentence.

"I don't need to tell you why, and you're not allowed to ask. But it's important to me. And I didn't choose you for no reason either. For that one, I can still say it, but not now."

"When?"

"Later, when I'm sure that I can trust you."

Both of them were silent for a moment. But a moment later, Zach began to open his voice and loudly voiced his goal of bringing Ivana to his private place.

"I want to rent your womb, bear children as my heirs. I will give you luxurious facilities and everything you need in this place. Remember, only in this place. You need to keep this secret from everyone and do as I say. What do you say?"

Ivana was stunned when she heard Zach's offer, which was the first time she had heard of it. Even the few club guests who invited her to ma*e l*ve and dared to pay a lot of money, she never accepted, let alone this time ... borrowing a uterus?

What the hell!

Ivana then got up from her seat without answering Zach's request because it made no sense.

She was a club singer, and although it didn't pay much, at least it was a job that suited her passion and talent. Something she did with skill. In the meantime ...

"Ms. Sanchez, wait!" Zach also got up from his place and confronted Ivana with his strapping body. "Where are you going?"

"Home, where else?"

"We're not done yet!" Zach insisted, hoping that the girl wouldn't just leave his residence. Although in truth, Zach had nothing to worry about because Ivana wasn't going anywhere.

Zach had anticipated taking Ivana in his car.

"I don't know what disorder you have, but really, that's a limited offer! You know my profession, right? What should I tell people if they ask me about it?"

Zach didn't understand where Ivana was going with this, especially when he heard the word 'it'.

"What do you mean, Ms. Sanchez?"

"You think I don't understand what you mean? I have to carry your child, don't I? Because your wife can't give birth, is that it?" asked Ivana, which made Zach frown.

"Therefore, sit down first; listen to my words from start to finish so that you don't misunderstand," pleaded Zach to the stubborn girl in front of him.

"No. I already know. The point is that you want me to carry your child, right? This covenant will ruin my reputation, Mr. Levy."

Zach left Ivana where she was, standing still and waiting for a response from her. However, it was not Zach but Ivana who should be responding to this matter, and she had already done so.

"I don't have a wife yet, Ms. Sanchez; I'm asking you to bear children for me. And speaking of reputation, how much is your reputation worth?" Zach paused his sentence for a moment while waiting for Ivana's answer.

"How much did they pay you for your performance last night?" he continued, this time in the form of a question.

"So what? Are you—"

"I'll pay you more than you get at the club. Didn't I say that already? Whatever you ask for, as well as the facilities in this mansion."

Ivana felt uneasy when she heard everything the man said. She did need a lot of money to pay off the debts incurred by her drunken father. Even before that, her father sold her at the club where she was currently working, as a pr*stit*te, not as a singer.

After negotiating with the club's benevolent owner, Jeffry Allen, Ivana was able to work her way up. But why is she now stuck in this place with a strange man and his strange business deals?

"How about it, Ms. Sanchez? I can't wait too long."

Ivana sighed, resigned. If this man said he was willing to pay any amount, didn't that mean he would do it? Even if Zach did not say so, all he has could prove that this man had a treasure that seven or even ten descendants would not consume.

"What should I do?" asked Ivana, finally.

Zach didn't answer immediately but gestured for Ivana to sit with him so their conversation would be more comfortable and not seem rushed. Didn't the girl want everything explained in detail?

"Alright, here's the deal ... you're going to bear a child for me, and I'll be your seed donor. You will live in the other mansion behind this building."

"Wait, can I put in a condition, too?" asked Ivana. She didn't want to end up miserable, and Zach only used her as a child factory. She wanted something more sacred to assure her that she would not lose out on this personal business.

"Go ahead, just say whatever your conditions are."

"You have to explain how the seed planting process works; you said earlier that you would be a seed donor, right? Explain the process." Ivana paused to remember what else she wanted to make a condition.

"Can I keep working at the cafe? If not, you have to pay all my debts to Mr. Allen. And there's more; I don't want to be treated like a mistress because it meant I would sell myself. Yes ... although it's the same if I agree that I'm doing that, I don't want people to think that."

Zach, who had been listening to Ivana's condition, was ready to explain everything.

"Well, for the first point, we're not going to do it by artificial insemination, Ms. Sanchez. I hope you know what I mean," Zach said, waiting for a response from Ivana, who was now gaping in disbelief.

"You mean, you're going to—Mr. Levy, this is insane! You're going to buy me, ask me to have sex with you, and then give birth to your child? That's not easy work, you know? Then I did the right thing by giving you the third condition!" she snarled, incredulous.

"I can't possibly artificially inseminate you because that would affect my reputation."

Ivana snorted.

"Fine, your reputation. What about me? Are you going to let me get the title of a mistress? So that you know, Mr. Levy, how many guests have I turned down when they asked for the same thing? And with you, I don't know why I foolishly agreed to let you bring me here!"

Zach shrugged. Dealing with an angry woman was a first in his life. He had been staying away from any woman since that incident happened many times.

"Are you a ..."

The man shook his head.

"No, I'm not. If you think I'm a same-sex lover, you've heard, haven't you, that I want we'll do the seed planting directly? And I'm not a philanderer either; I'm very picky. Let's say you're lucky because out of all the women, I chose you."

"Oh, I'm flattered, but no. I don't want to be a mistress even of a man as handsome and rich as you, Mr. Levy!"

Ivana rose from her seat for the umpteenth time. However, with a quick and unexpected move, Zach pulled her by the arm, and she fell into his arms. Ivana froze instantly as nothing separated their body but the cloth covering them.

"I told you, I don't accept rejection. Say whatever you want, and I'll fulfill it until you say 'yes'."

Ivana was speechless other than looking at Zach's beautiful face in a rare moment as close as they were.

"Second point, the answer is no. It would be best if you got out of the club because your obligation is to your life and mine. And that means I will pay off all your debts. For this point, I hope it's clear."

Ivana, who seemed to be bewitched by Zach Levy's charm, just nodded as if obeying. It was not that easy; she was enjoying God's work of art in the form of a handsome man holding Ivana in his warm embrace.

"The third point, what does that mean? Do you mean marriage? If it is, I will do it. I told you anything as long as you agree," Zach continued. "Is there anything else?"

"Ten thousand dollars every month, all the amenities in your mansion, a clear and official status, and ... your heart, then I agree to give birth to cute kids for you!"