"And not everyone is as dirty-minded as you."
The soaked worker rolled her eyes at the loud blonde girl before sitting down heavily on one of the chairs.
The blonde girl's expression twisted instantly.
"What the hell did you just say?" she snapped, standing up immediately.
Her two friends quickly grabbed her arms before she could start screaming louder.
"Relax!"
"It's not that serious!"
"Wait—hold on."
One of the male workers looked genuinely shocked.
"You're seriously not lying?"
He leaned forward curiously.
"To bathe his girlfriend, why didn't he do it himself?"
"Unless that girl isn't actually his girlfriend," another guy joked lazily, trying to lighten the atmosphere. "Or maybe he drugged her."
"Shut up."
The first guy immediately smacked his shoulder.
"Do you want to die saying nonsense like that?"
The joking worker instantly shut his mouth.
"I doubt that girl's in danger though," another female worker added thoughtfully.
"I mean… if she wasn't his girlfriend, why would he ask another woman to help bathe her instead of doing it himself?"
She shrugged.
"That would just be stupid."
"Maybe he's just respectful," she said softly. "Young love and all that."
The soaked worker unconsciously nodded slightly.
Honestly—
Jordan really did not seem fake.
The way he looked at that girl was clearly love.
Before the conversation could continue, the staff room door opened again.
The manager entered calmly.
Everyone straightened up immediately.
His gaze landed directly on the soaked worker.
"You did well today."
The girl instantly stood up nervously.
"But next time," the manager continued seriously, "inform me first before entering that room."
The room turned quiet.
"That suite isn't just for one of the owner's children."
His tone became heavier.
"That floor belongs to the heir of the Nyx family."
Several workers sucked in cold breaths instantly.
"And the guest staying there tonight is Jordan Fox."
The manager adjusted his glasses calmly.
"The only heir of the Fox family."
"Also," he added, "someone notoriously obsessed with his girlfriend, the young miss of the Alden family."
The room became dead silent.
Even the loud blonde girl's face paled slightly.
"So if any request comes from that room again," the manager continued, "you report to me first before going."
His eyes swept across everyone.
"What would you have done if something happened to her?"
The soaked worker swallowed nervously.
"He tipped you five figures just for helping bathe her," the manager said calmly.
"If someone like him can casually tip that amount for such a small thing…"
His voice lowered slightly.
"Then he can also make someone disappear just as easily."
Nobody dared speak anymore.
The manager looked around the room one final time before turning to leave.
The reason he explained everything was simple.
If the worker had rushed in carelessly and offended someone important…
Or worse tried throwing herself at Jordan…
Then nobody in this club would be able to save her afterward.
By revealing their family names openly, the manager made one thing very clear.
The boyfriend and girlfriend inside that suite belonged to families powerful enough to ruin lives effortlessly.
And if these workers ignored his warning—
Then whatever happened next would be their own fault.
The next morning, Jane woke up feeling like someone had smashed her head open with a hammer.
"Ugh…"
She frowned and slowly sat up on the soft bed, pressing her fingers against her temple.
Her eyes quickly landed on the pain relief pills placed neatly on the bedside cabinet beside a covered cup of water.
Jane blinked.
Then she smiled softly.
"Jordan…"
Removing the cover lazily, she swallowed the pill and drank the water before finally noticing the bathrobe wrapped around her body.
Her gaze swept across the room.
And there he was.
Jordan was sleeping on the large couch near the window, one arm resting over his eyes while the morning sunlight spilled across his body softly.
Jane's expression softened instantly.
Her boyfriend was seriously too handsome.
Even sleeping looked unfair on him.
She quietly got off the bed and headed toward the bathroom.
Her clothes from yesterday had already been cleaned and folded neatly.
Jane whistled softly in amusement.
"How thoughtful."
After showering and brushing her teeth, she changed into a soft pink plaid halter mini dress that hugged her figure perfectly while still giving her a sweet princess-like appearance.
The dress flared slightly around her thighs elegantly.
Her long dark hair fell in soft loose waves down her back while a matching pink headband rested on top of her head.
White heels and knee-high white socks completed the look, making her resemble a rich delicate doll straight out of a luxury fashion magazine.
When she stepped out of the bathroom—
Jordan was already awake.
"Babe~"
Jane immediately smiled brightly and ran over to hug him from behind the couch before kissing his cheek repeatedly.
Jordan chuckled sleepily.
"Good morning to you too."
"Let me go shower properly first," he said while rubbing her head gently.
"Wait for me in the restaurant afterward, okay?"
Jane nodded obediently.
Jordan stood up before heading toward the bathroom.
Instead of leaving immediately, Jane sat back down on the bed while taking selfies with her phone.
The morning sunlight made her look even prettier on camera.
Knock knock.
Jane looked up.
"Room service," a woman's voice called from outside.
"Come in," Jane replied casually.
The door opened.
The loud staff worker from yesterday walked inside pushing a luxurious wine cart.
The moment she entered, her eyes immediately searched the room for Jordan instinctively.
But not seeing him, disappointment flashed across her face briefly before her gaze landed fully on Jane.
And froze.
The jealousy almost hit instantly Jane looked ridiculously beautiful.
Soft.
Elegant.
Delicate.
Like some pampered princess raised in wealth and luxury.
Especially in that pink outfit.
She genuinely resembled a Disney princess.
The worker unconsciously clenched her fingers slightly.
If she had been born into that kind of life too
She would definitely be even prettier.
At least that's what she told herself.
"How may I help you?" Jane asked casually while still fixing her hair for another selfie.
"I was sent by the manager to provide complimentary wine for you," the staff said quickly.
Her previously loud voice had suddenly softened greatly, almost sounding overly obedient now.
In reality, the manager had assigned another worker for this task.
The same girl who helped Jane bathe yesterday.
But this staff purposely caused a small accident earlier just to steal the opportunity herself.
After all If bathing Jane once could earn someone a massive tip…
Then maybe serving expensive wine personally could do the same.
Especially when the bottle on the cart cost over tens of millions.
Jane only hummed absentmindedly, no longer interested.
Her phone suddenly rang.
Standing up immediately, she answered the call while walking toward the balcony.
The worker watched her leave before slowly turning her attention back toward the bathroom door where water could now be heard running inside.
Her heartbeat quickened slightly.The blonde staff member kept glancing toward the bathroom door while pretending to arrange the wine glasses.
Her heart was beating faster and faster.
Last night after her shift ended, she secretly searched Jordan Fox online.
And the result?
Completely unfair.
Rich.
Handsome.
Among the top ten student.
Perfect family background.
Perfect reputation.
Perfect face.
Even his social media photos looked like luxury magazine shoots.
The more she searched, the more jealous she became of Jane.
Jane was already born rich.
Already beautiful.
Already living the kind of life ordinary people could only dream about.
So why did she also get a boyfriend like Jordan?
The staff member bit her lip slightly.
If someone like her had Jane's life She would never waste it.
Honestly…
She felt like if Jordan noticed her properly, he would definitely be attracted to her too.
He was only eighteen after all.
Guys that age followed hormones more than feelings.
At least that was what she believed.
Meanwhile—
"What?" Jane asked lazily into the phone.
"Is that how you talk to your mother?"
Her mother's annoyed voice echoed through the call immediately.
"Jane, where are you?"
"Why didn't you come home yesterday?"
"Your sister has been worried sick."
Jane rolled her eyes instantly.
"Since when do you people worry?" she replied carelessly. "It's not like I'm dead."
"Who are you talking to like that, young lady?"
Her mother's voice sharpened.
"Why are you acting like a child again?"
"It's because of the friends you keep around you. Especially that boy.
Jane's expression immediately cooled.
"Keep Jordan out of this."
Her tone became colder.
"When I hang out with him, it's suddenly wrong."
"But when my stepsister keeps throwing herself at him and trying to get close to him, suddenly everyone acts blind."
Jane sneered softly while admiring her freshly done nails.
"I'm at Ava's place," she lied casually."I'll come home on Sunday Bye, Mom."
And she hung up immediately.
Jane did not hate her mother.
Nor did she dislike her stepfather or step-siblings.
She honestly was not childish enough for that.
What she hated Was the constant attempts to separate her and Jordan.
Her stepfather.
Her step-grandparents.
Even her stepsister.
All of them subtly pushed her stepsister toward Jordan constantly like he was some prize to win.
As if Jane herself did not exist.
As if her relationship meant nothing.
But Jordan was hers.
And that was the end of the discussion.
Jane turned and walked back inside the suite.
At the same moment
The bathroom door opened.
Jordan stepped out while adjusting the sleeves of his outfit.
He wore a soft cream-white button shirt layered with a pale pink designer jacket while matching tailored pants rested perfectly against his long legs.
The colors matched Jane's outfit naturally without looking overly obvious.
Like a subtle luxury couple look.
His damp dark hair fell slightly over his forehead, making him look even more attractive.
Jordan paused slightly when he noticed the blonde staff member standing near the wine cart.
The woman nearly forgot how to breathe seeing him up close again.
"Who ordered this?" Jordan asked calmly.
The blonde worker immediately looked up.
Unlike the composed worker from yesterday
Her entire face was already bright red.
The manager sent me to give you guys wine the staff said, blushing hard acting like a shy teenager.
"Who drinks wine at seven in the morning? Do you take us as alcoholics?" Jane said as she entered the room from the balcony, her tone lazy. "I told you to drop the wine and leave. Didn't take the hint?"
"I'm sorry I thought you would want it now," the loud voice blonde girl said, tears gathering in her eyes as she blinked at Jordan trying to look weak and seductive.
Boys love playing hero especially when a girl looked dependent on them, it fed their ego.
Jordan raised his eyebrows at the scene and chuckled.
"Leave," he said coolly.
The staff blinked in disbelief.
How did her charm fail?
She was prettier than Jane she thought bitterly.
The blonde bit her lip before pretending to lose balance, letting out a soft gasp as she "fell," purposely hugging her arms between her breasts to push them up more.
"Ouch..." the blonde whispered softly, looking at Jordan pitifully.
Jane stared at her for two seconds before calmly walking forward.
The blonde eyes lit up slightly thinking Jane was going to help her up.
Instead Jane picked up the expensive wine bottle from the tray and poured it directly over the blonde girl's head, emptying the entire bottle on her.
Cold wine drenched the girl completely.
The blonde froze.
Wine dripped down her hair, makeup and uniform onto the floor while Jane casually placed the empty bottle back onto the tray.
"Now that's an actual accident," Jane said lightly.
"Hmm," Jane hummed softly as she crouched slightly in front of the drenched blonde girl. "If I tell your manager you wasted my wine, would he believe me or you?".
The blonde girl's face turned pale.
"We both know he would take my side."
Jane smiled sweetly. "Now tell me, would your stupid salary for the next ten years even be enough to pay back twelve million?"
The girl's lips trembled violently.
Jane tilted her head slightly, her pretty face looking innocent despite the danger in her tone.
"Maybe this would help wash your brain a little." Jane lightly tapped the broken wine bottle against her own palm before smiling again.
"If I ever catch you looking at my man like that again, I'll personally make sure your life becomes hell on earth."
The blonde swallowed hard.
Jane's smile widened.
"You know what the scary part is?" she whispered softly. "You won't even get the chance to think about revenge because your brain would be too busy surviving."
Smash!
Jane suddenly slammed the broken bottle against the floor beside the girl's knees.
The blonde screamed, instantly collapsing fully onto the floor as shattered glass scattered around her.
Jordan hugged Jane from behind, resting his chin lazily on her shoulder as if the scene in front of him was entertaining.
"Baby," Jordan whispered dramatically, "I'm scared."
Jane snorted softly.
Jordan glanced at the kneeling blonde girl with disgust before tightening his arms around Jane's waist.
"Am I that ugly?" he asked in disbelief. "That this old hag thought I would settle for her?"
Jordan clicked his tongue. "That's practically harassment."
The blonde girl's expression cracked completely from humiliation.
Jane burst out laughing, leaning back against Jordan comfortably.
"You heard him," Jane said cheerfully. "Now pick up the glass."
The blonde looked at the shattered pieces with trembling hands.
"As that," Jane continued lazily, "is your shattered pride and dignity."
The blonde felt like dying on the spot.
Shame and humiliation swallowed her whole while fear—deep, choking fear—crept into her chest.
Her trembling fingers slowly picked up the broken pieces of glass from the floor one by one. Wine dripped from her hair onto her soaked uniform, making her look miserable.
Never in her life had she been treated like this before.
Working in NOX AURELIA, even the workers carried pride because guests rarely dared cross the line openly.
The club protected its reputation fiercely. Yet right now she was kneeling on the floor like trash.
Her eyes reddened with resentment as she glanced at Jane who had already walked away, Jordan hugging her lazily from behind while whispering something that made Jane laugh.
Hatred flashed through the blonde's eyes.
She started thinking of ways to get back at Jane.
Then her gaze met Jordan's dark eyes.
The thoughts in her head instantly froze.
For the first time since entering the room, she truly remembered the manager's warning.
Jordan Fox.
The obsessive boyfriend.
The only heir of the Fox family.
If he could casually tip a worker five figures just for helping bathe his girlfriend, then ruining someone's life would probably be even easier for him.
Cold fear crawled down her spine.
At that moment she realized something terrifying.
Jordan had not spoken much since the beginning.
But somehow that made him scarier.
The blonde hurriedly picked up the remaining glass pieces before stumbling out of the room in panic.
She thought everything had ended there.
It had not.
After that day her life inside NOX AURELIA slowly turned into hell.
She did not lose her job.
Nobody openly threatened her.
No accidents happened to her either.
That was what made it terrifying.
Her family suddenly ended up drowning in debt before disappearing overnight, leaving everything tied to her name.
Calls from debt collectors flooded her phone daily while her parents and siblings blocked her completely and vanished to enjoy their own lives elsewhere.
At work her shifts mysteriously doubled.
Customers she once flirted with started causing her problems.
Angry wives and girlfriends began targeting her one after another.
One slapped her publicly.
Another threatened to leak her private videos.
Rumors spread.
People mocked her.
Her life darkened little by little until breathing itself became exhausting she aged overnight losing her job as looking pretty was needed in her job review.
And through it all, Jordan never touched her once.
He never threatened her.
Never even looked for her again.
But somehow she still felt he was the mastermind behind everything.
As if all he had done… was quietly give permission but all this was for later.