Submissive to Your Love

I have a secret about my body.

When I'm intimate with someone, my private part emits a fragrance. Despite being married to me for a decade, my live-in husband has never smelled it.

One day, my family goes bankrupt, and I'm forced to become an escort. He looks at me imperiously as I kneel on the floor. He says coldly, "I'll pay you a hundred thousand dollars to let me smell you once."

Kenneth Smith, my manager at the cabaret, told me he'd left me an important client. For that, I used the makeup I'd purchased before my family had gone bankrupt to give myself a makeover.

Unexpectedly, I saw a familiar man as soon as I entered the room—Neal Gray, my ex-husband.

He'd originally been my family's live-in son-in-law and had taken charge of all the household chores. Even our maids had ordered him around.

He was a familiar face, but it was odd to see him in an expensive suit and not the hired help's uniform he'd always worn in my house.

"Sasha is one of our newest escorts, Mr. Gray. I hope you'll forgive her if anything she does isn't to your satisfaction," Kenneth said.

Neal glanced at me but didn't say anything. It was as if he didn't even know me.

Kenneth hurriedly pulled me forward at that. I pursed my lips before saying awkwardly, "I'm sorry for what happened in the past, Mr. Gray. It's all my fault. Let me drink to you as an apology."

I picked up a shot glass of the strongest liquor from the table. Then, I shut my eyes and downed it. When I opened my eyes again, I saw Neal sitting there like nothing had happened.

His face was devoid of emotion. The rest of the people in the private room didn't dare speak when they saw him like that.

He would never have dared treat me like this in the past. In fact, he hadn't even dared to raise his voice at me. Even if I were the unreasonable one, he would've had to get on his knees to beg for my forgiveness.

Everything had changed, and our statuses had been flipped.

I smiled shamelessly. "Should I have a few more glasses as punishment, Mr. Gray? I can do it if it'll make you happy. Maybe you'll even give me some tips."

I picked up another glass and downed it. I was about to have my third when Neal couldn't stand it anymore. He snatched the glass from me and threw it onto the floor.

"That's enough! You wouldn't be standing here if you really knew where you'd gone wrong!" he snapped.

Silence descended upon the room. Nobody knew why Neal, who was known for being gentle, was suddenly being so nasty to an escort like me.

I was the only one who knew the answer—when he and I had been married, I'd made him get on his knees daily so I could punish him. I never let