She was meant to be a one-night stand. To satisfy my sexual appetite. I let her get a glimpse of the real me, who I really was. That person whom I so carefully hide behind my image. But she easily overcame this chasm, and there is no turning back. Now she is here in my city. I don’t care that I am from a famous family in Manhattan, and she is a servant. All I care about is that she lives in my summer house. With me. But I want more.