Tessa Wilder—Servant...

Parker smirked devilishly as he looked at Tessa.

Tessa Wilder, a girl in her late teens, her long, dark hair tumbled in loose waves down her back, framing her striking, face with sharp cheekbones and full pink lips, her hazel eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and yet fear for what was to come next but Parker wouldn't miss the anticipation in her gaze, the kind of gaze that hinted she knew just what she wanted than how much attention she commanded.

She was dressed in a fitted, low-cut black top that clung tightly to her hourglass figure, emphasizing her generous, firm and big breasts and narrow waist.

'She's gifted!' Parker thought.

A short, high-waisted skirt hugged her hips, the hem riding daringly high on her toned thighs, leaving just enough to the imagination.

She finished the look with sleek black heels that added an extra edge to her sultry appearance. Tessa moved with a natural grace, exuding confidence and a boldness that left little doubt she knew how to make an impression.

Her style was provocative but polished, balancing daring with a hint of playful sophistication.

"M-Mr," Tessa started, calling Parker a Mr which clearly showed how much she feared involving the police as that would be more trouble for her. Why?

Given how she was dressed and Parker's system Appraisal, he figured she might be from a rich family.

Police? She couldn't be worried about that. But what intimidated her most...

Tessa hesitated, her voice shaky as she realized she'd really messed up. She was young, used to living the high life, but now she was facing the hard truth: she'd crossed someone who wasn't easily swayed or intimidated.

Her pride had already taken a hit in that public scene, and now, with Parker in charge, she knew there wasn't much she could do to fix things.

"…I'm, like, super sorry for what I did earlier. That was a total fail. Can I, like, offer you something to make it right?" she stammered, glancing nervously at the floor before briefly meeting his gaze.

She was trying to keep it together, but it was clear she was freaked out—terrified about her rep taking a nosedive if this got out, especially with her family's clout in high society. The cops weren't her biggest worry; it was what her family would think and how they'd react that had her sweating.

They could totally cut her off or, worse, use this against her in ways she didn't even want to think about since she had practically ran from home in protest to their decisions.

If they caught her at the police of all places...

Parker raised an eyebrow, already guessing the kind of offer she was about to make. The Classic rich girl move—desperate to regain some control. She probably thought tossing a few bucks or some favors his way would make him back off, but Parker wasn't about that life.

He wasn't someone who could be bought or played like that.

"What could you possibly offer me?" Parker said, his tone cool and unbothered. "Your apologies? Yeah, those don't really do it for me, and neither does your cash."

Tessa flinched at his dismissive vibe, but the fear in her eyes only intensified. She could tell he wasn't going to fall for a typical bribe, and that hit her hard.

Most people would have been swayed by her status or money, but Parker? Nah, he was definitely not like the others.

The lobby was dead silent, like the kind of quiet that makes your ears ring.

Parker stared Tessa down, his expression colder than a polar vortex, and you could practically feel the air around him turn icy.

"I can arrange something for you," Tessa finally blurted, her voice shaky, like she was dangling off a cliff. "Anything you want, I—"

Parker raised an eyebrow, already done with her nonsense.

'Oh, so now she's negotiating?' He didn't even flinch. The smirk on his face said everything: Too late, girl.

She didn't get it, but Parker did. She wasn't pulling the whole do-you-know-who-my-dad-is power trip. No, this wasn't about flexing her family name. This was about keeping it out of the conversation entirely.

She didn't want to make noise; she wanted to make this go away. Quietly.

'What's the matter, Wilder? Afraid your parents finding you out?' Parker thought, eyes narrowing.

Maybe she didn't want them to know about her little tantrum. Or maybe she didn't want her people asking questions about where she'd been or what she'd been doing.

Or—plot twist—it was all of the above. Either way, Parker didn't care. He saw right through her.

With her uptight little secrets, her ridiculous fetish for public shit, a masochist, and all this nervous energy? He almost laughed. 'She's basically handing me the keys to her brain.'

And then it hit him—'with 22 affection points, my Master Of Deception skill, and the way she's spiraling right now, I've got a 75% shot of locking this down.'

"Servant," he said, loud enough to cut through the whispers starting up around them.

The word dropped like a nuke.

The crowd lost it immediately. People were whispering, gasping, looking at him like he just stepped out of some dystopian Netflix show.

"Did he just—"

"Servant? Did he just say servant?"

"Bruh, is this for real?"

"No way!"

"Servant? What is this, a medieval roleplay?"

Parker ignored them all. His voice rose again, sharper, more commanding this time.

"You're gonna be my servant for the next five days," he said, each word slow and deliberate, like he was carving it into stone. "And the only thing I want to hear from you is either yes or no. If it's no, we both know what happens next. If it's yes, don't even waste my time hearing it. Just follow me."

Mic. Drop.

Parker turned and walked off like he didn't care if she followed or not.

He didn't look back, didn't pause—just headed straight for Vanessa at the reception desk. His steps were calm, his body language screaming confidence. Like, this is done. She's mine already.

Behind him, Tessa hesitated, her mouth opening like she wanted to protest, but nothing came out.

Even Parker's stride had that I-know-you'll-do-exactly-what-I-expect swagger.

His calm was unnerving—like he already knew how this was going to play out.

"R-right..." she mumbled, her voice barely audible, but was still rooted in place, a red shade on her cheeks.

[+10 affection points from Tessa Wilder!]

Parker's smirk got sharper. '32 points now. Almost there.'

Vanessa greeted him with a slight bow, her tone professional but her eyes flicking curiously between him and Tessa. Parker leaned in, murmuring something too low for anyone to catch, and Vanessa nodded, stepping aside to lead them toward the private corridor.

"Now," he said again, cold and final, as Tessa hesitated.

"R-right away…" she stammered again, her voice barely above a whisper as she hurried to catch up.

[+15 affection points from Tessa Wilder!]

The system chimed again. Parker's smirk widened. 'Three points to 50. Almost too easy.'

"Yo, is this some kind of TikTok prank or something?"

"Nah, this feels like one of those spicy web series. You know the ones."

"Dude, I swear I've seen this plot. Like, bossy girl gets humbled and has to serve the guy or whatever. Classic."

Parker ignored all of it, walking like he owned the place, which—let's be real—he kinda did.

Vanessa led them to the private elevator, and this time, even the staff watching from the sidelines looked shocked. Everyone knew that elevator wasn't just some VIP perk. This was next-level exclusive.

The private elevator?

Everyone in the lobby knew the deal. That elevator wasn't for regular guests. No amount of money could buy access to the Blackstone Tower's penthouses. They weren't just luxury rooms; they were sanctuaries for the ultra-elite. CEOs, foreign dignitaries—Word on the street was even politicians couldn't get a room here unless they were somebody important.

Tower, who'd been lingering in the background, finally exhaled like he'd been holding his breath. "I knew it," he muttered to himself. "I should trust my gut more and more."

But just as Vanessa moved to open the elevator he stopped her.

"Open the door," he ordered, his voice sharp, his gaze turning to Tessa.

She froze, blinking in confusion.

"You heard me," he said, already sounding bored. "Open it." he repeated, his tone dripping with disdain.

Tessa bit her lip, her cheeks flaming as she reached out to press the button to hold the doors.

[+1 affection point from Tessa Wilder!]

Parker's smirk deepened. 'Two more points. Almost there.'

"R-right," she mumbled again, stepping inside like she was walking into her own execution.

Vanessa followed, her perfectly manicured finger pressing the button for the 40th floor. The elevator started its smooth ascent, the tension so thick you could've cut it with a butter knife.