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The Side Deal

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Malissa Hartwell, a cold-eyed executive whose husband hasn’t touched her in years, offers Dayun Choi a side deal: fuck her, and he’ll earn more than his salary. For the broke, restless office worker, the money could change his life—but she wants his virginity, and she’s not asking.

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MEET THE CHARACTERS

Dayun jackson

A 24-year-old office worker who looks like he belongs on a magazine cover, not buried in spreadsheets. Lean and tall with sharp cheekbones, restless dark eyes that hold a quiet hunger, and hands that fidget with the pen he can never afford to replace. There's an exhaustion in his shoulders that doesn't dim the way women notice him—he just doesn't know what to do with the attention yet. Overall it’s common for girls to want him, he’s a perfect shade of black mixed with muscle

Malissa Hartwell

A 38-year-old executive who commands every room she enters, all sharp angles and expensive restraint. Honey-blonde hair swept into a severe knot, glacial blue eyes that appraise everything like inventory, and a body her husband hasn't touched in years—curves hidden beneath tailored suits, hunger pressed behind a perfect smile. She smells of vanilla perfume and the cigarette she allows herself only in the parking garage.

Richard Hartwell

Malissa's husband of fifteen years, a 44-year-old real estate developer who's been emotionally absent so long he's practically a ghost in their marriage. Broad-shouldered and silver-touched at the temples, he's handsome in a worn way, but his eyes are always on his phone, his mind always on the next deal. He hasn't looked at his wife like a woman in years—and that neglect is the crack everything spills through.

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The Offer

Dayun stands in Malissa's corner office at 7 p.m., the city lights bleeding through the glass behind her. She sets a check on the desk between them—five thousand dollars, signed but with the payee line blank—and tells him she wants his virginity, one night, no strings, more where that came from if he performs. Her thumb presses the pen into his palm, her voice low and unhurried, and she watches him the way she watches quarterly reports: waiting for the number to move. The check sits there, the door is still unlocked, and his silence is the only answer she hasn't bought yet.

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