Yoko, three years deep in the married life, was cruising along with her hubby. They were building that love, you know, slow and steady like a good playlist. Life wasn’t fancy, but it was solid a cozy, comfy sweatsuit kind of life. Their dream of being perfect family conflicted with the bank account was looking flatter than day-old soda. So Yoko, being the ride-or-die wife she is, snags a side hustle as a housekeeper for this baller who lives in a penthouse that probably has more bathrooms than her whole apartment.
Dude’s a CEO, the kind of guy who looks like he was made for making people jealous. All is going smooth, scrubbing and polishing like it was nothing, trying to be the MVP of maids. But then, disaster struck. She went full bull-in-a-china-shop and accidentally deep-sixed a USB drive holding his top-secret, billion-yen business files.
He doesn’t want money. He wants her to be his “wifey” while she cleans. Like, play-act. Next thing she knows, she’s being guilt-tripped into being his big spoon in bed, and her conscience, which was screaming “NOPE!”, just kinda… fizzled out. She caught a case of the feels, hard.
Now she’s stuck between a rock and a hard-bodied millionaire. She can’t quit the gig ’cause her man’s paycheck is smaller than the sample spoon at an ice cream shop. And this dude CEO? He’s a beast in the sheets, a total animal. His savage sex appeal starts hypnotizing Yoko’s curvy bod and her common sense, which is now waving a white flag. It’s cracking her foundation, turning her brain to mush one mind-blowing session at a time.
Just when she gathers her last brain cell to bounce, dude drops a bomb on her. He slides her an offer she can’t… well, it’s an offer, alright. The choice he puts in front of her is so messed up, it’s like picking between a dumpster fire and a tire fire. Does she stay loyal and struggle, or does she dive headfirst into this gilded cage and become this dude’s official sidepiece? The ultimate “you gotta see this to believe it” cliffhanger
