CHAPTER 4 MISFORTUNE

Darren stroked the top of Maya's head. "It's okay... Don't feel bad like that. Even if you don't want to, it's totally fine," he said.

"I actually want to, Darren. But it needs to be the right time," Maya replied.

"I have to go home now. See you tomorrow," Darren said as he got up and left Maya's boarding house.

Darren rode home on his sport bike. It only took him fifteen minutes to reach his apartment. He had to get ready for his job tonight.

Darren took his preparations seriously when it came to offering his services. Honestly, ever since he started working as a high-end boy toy, Darren had been very diligent in keeping his body clean and working out regularly.

His meeting with clients usually took place at ten o'clock at night. Ten minutes before that, Darren would already be on his way.

Once he arrived at the hotel, Darren went to the room that had already been arranged. Since his clients were elite women, he often met them in luxurious rooms as well. These rooms were usually referred to as VIP rooms.

As he entered the room, he saw a woman sitting on the sofa. Darren's pupils widened when he saw her.

Who wouldn't be shocked? The woman didn't look like a middle-aged lady at all. Her skin was still smooth and radiant. The tight outfit she wore highlighted the sexy curves of her body. But the most eye-catching thing was the size of her breasts.

[Fucckk! Are those breasts or California papayas? They're huge. My face would probably drown if I played around there,] Darren thought to himself, chuckling quietly.

"Why are you smiling like that?" the woman asked.

"Sorry, I'm just amazed by your beauty," Darren said as he reached for her hand and kissed it. He was truly a professional when it came to service. That's when he got a closer look at her chest.

"Amazed by my beauty or my breasts?" the woman teased. She noticed Darren had been glancing at her chest the whole time.

"Sorry, but I can't deny I'm also amazed by those," Darren admitted.

The woman smirked. "I thought so. That's my charm. These are natural and filled with milk. That's why they're twice the size," she said.

"Milk? You mean breast milk?" Darren asked for clarification.

"Yeah. I gave birth just four months ago. Oh, by the way, my name is Carissa. You can call me whatever you want," she said.

"Auntie? Sis?" Darren responded.

"Auntie is probably more fitting. I'm old," Carissa answered.

"But your face doesn't say that."

"I'm already 44 years old!"

"Really?" Darren was shocked. Carissa's appearance was more like that of a woman in her twenties. That's how youthful she looked.

"You still look very young, Auntie..." Darren complimented her.

"Oh my, you're really good at your job. No wonder you charge a high price. Your face also turns me on. Let's get started already!" Carissa took off her clothes first.

Seeing Carissa undress, Darren quickly followed. The two of them then got intimate on the bed.

His experience with Carissa was one of the wildest Darren had ever had. He was completely obsessed with her breasts—not just because of the size, but also because of the milk.

Carissa's large breasts bounced wildly during their union. That drove Darren's excitement even higher.

Everything ended after about half an hour. That was when both Darren and Carissa reached their climax.

"By the way, how old are you, darling?" Carissa asked.

"Seventeen," Darren replied.

"Wow... You're the same age as my son," Carissa laughed. "I didn't expect you to be that young!" she added.

Darren usually went straight home after providing his services. He would only stay longer if there was an extra request. That's what happened this time. Carissa didn't seem satisfied with just one round.

That night, Darren earned tens of millions of rupiah. He was now on his way back to his apartment.

At that moment, Darren felt like someone was following him. When he turned to look behind, he saw a group of bikers.

"Shit! What do they want?" Darren muttered. Even though he didn't know their exact intentions, he had a bad feeling about them. He quickly sped up his bike.

A high-speed chase began between Darren and the biker gang. Darren skillfully maneuvered his motorcycle, but the chase showed no signs of stopping.

No matter how hard Darren tried to shake them off, the bikers always managed to stay close. Tired and frustrated, Darren finally decided to stop. Besides, he wanted to know why they were chasing him.

In a flash, Darren was surrounded by the gang members. One of them stopped right in front of Darren. He was the leader of the gang.

"What do you guys want?!" Darren snapped, lifting his chin defiantly.

The gang leader took off his helmet, revealing a furious expression. His name was Elliot.

"What did you do with Aluna at the hotel?" Elliot demanded.

"Aluna?" Darren searched his memory. He always made an effort to remember the names of the women he had slept with.

Then he remembered. One of his clients was named Aluna. She was the youngest customer he had ever been with—barely in her early twenties.

"Ah… I remember her. Who is Aluna to you? Your girlfriend?" Darren treaded carefully, especially when it came to protecting the privacy of his clients.

"She's my wife, you bastard! Tell me what you did with my wife at that hotel!" Elliot shouted.

"Calm down. We can talk this through," Darren replied, now feeling genuinely threatened. This was one of the risks he had to face—clients with jealous or possessive partners like Elliot.

"I've sent people to follow my wife several times. And every time, they saw her going to a hotel with you!" Elliot growled. "Hold him!" he ordered his men.

Darren was dragged off his bike. His arms were restrained as Elliot began to beat him mercilessly.

"If you ever meet my wife again, I won't hesitate to kill—"

"Cops, Elliot!" one of Elliot's men shouted. The sound of police sirens forced Elliot and his gang to flee.

Unfortunately, the police car didn't turn down the road where Darren was. Now Darren was alone, lying helpless on the asphalt.

He wanted to get up, but his whole body was in pain. His vision was blurry too—Elliot had really done a number on him.

Not long after, a car stopped nearby. A middle-aged man and his driver came out and rescued Darren. The man quickly took Darren to the nearest hospital.

After receiving medical treatment, Darren finally began to feel a bit better. He slowly adjusted himself into a sitting position.

"Are you feeling okay?" asked a man sitting beside Darren.

"Who are you?" Darren asked.

"I'm Juno, Mr. Axel's driver. Mr. Axel asked me to stay here until you woke up," Juno explained.

"Mr. Axel? Is he the one who brought me here?" Darren confirmed.

"Yes, he's the one who saved you," Juno replied.