Chapter 8 – Less intimidating

She’s not exactly impressed by the scale of his mansion. It’s about the same as the one her father owned, the place she grew up in. Do people their age have similar taste?

She shivered and shook herself off. She really doesn’t want to think of Klyde in relation to her father. It was an uncomfortable feeling. It’s weird if they actually end up in bed together and she suddenly sees her father in him. The heck?

“Brrr…” She paced around the room that was given to her and shook her limbs. She’s finally done putting her items around the room and keeping the boxes in an unused cabinet. It looks like her old room. It’s good enough and wider than her apartment bedroom.

Melissa grinned. It’s not such a bad decision and it was settled quite quickly. Things are getting better, it seems.

When she moved to the bed and savored its comfort, her thoughts started veering towards his words.

Would Klyde really do what he said he would? With her?

Her face heated up and her breathing deepened. She’s getting wet just thinking of what he did to her earlier. Groaning, she buried her head against the fluffy pillows.

One thing’s for sure already, she would definitely sleep with him. He stirs her up from the inside out. She could feel his mouth on hers and the way his hands touched her body. She would bet all her inheritance that he’s extremely experienced in the pleasure department. She frowned, thinking about how much control he has over himself. If he hasn’t stopped, she would most likely let him take her in his office. She has done something similar only once before. It was thrilling and exciting, with the threat of being seen by others. Now, that was scandalous.

Could she threaten Klyde like that? After five seconds, she shook her head. She doubts he would be that careless.

Anyway, her body tingled in anticipation of what is to come. Tonight, they would talk further about it. She should demand as much as she could. Compared to him, she realized she’s bad at negotiating. How could she convince him to give her a certain amount of money? Such a cheapskate! She really wanted to beat him.

Her expression turned irritated. If he wants to sleep with her, shouldn’t she be able to set the price? Ten grand for every time he takes her! That won’t be so bad.

“Ugh.” Sure, she doesn’t mind sleeping with men, but getting money out of it? It did remind her of something negative. She’s not a paid hooker.

Wait, what? She’s going to sleep with him, and the money she’s getting is technically her own. Ugh. That bastard! She sat up on the bed, feeling annoyed again.

This situation is too advantageous for him, isn’t it? He’s the one getting the most benefits. It’s not exactly an exchange. It’s utter exploitation!

She should demand his own money, not part of her inheritance. Better yet, she could ask for both. Half from his own, half from hers. She calmed down after coming up with this idea. Seems fairer.

But then, it does… make her feel like a paid sex worker. She rolled her eyes at herself. You know you aren’t, be chill about it. No one would dare tell you that you’re a paid whore. Everyone already knows you could be a bitch, but it’s your own choice and decision.

That self-talk made her feel better. She plopped down on the bed. It seems like her life is getting better so she let herself enjoy a much needed rest. It may not look like it, but she was really stressed in the last few weeks.

Her dad’s gone… now that’s a sad thought. Would she be considered heartless if she doesn’t feel too sad about it? Their relationship wasn’t good anyway. She shook her head before trying to take a nap. She has a few hours before Mr. Klyde Henderson arrives. She asked the maid and apparently, he comes home around six.

When the man came to his house, he was already frowning. His assistant, different from his company secretary, handed him a document he requested.

He doesn’t like dealing with any mess, so he requires his bed partners to sign a contract. But…

This woman is William’s daughter. She’s used to luxury and being spoiled. She’s used to getting whatever she wants with her money. Would he really take her as his woman?

He chooses his women by himself, not letting anyone to do it for him. In a way, he couldn’t exactly tumble in bed with a random woman he doesn’t feel any attraction with. The attraction should be there, even if it’s just the lust talking.

He loosened the tie on his neck and looked at the document. It was the template, but he doubts Ms. Franklin would sign it as it is. What was her name again?

He flipped the pages and saw her name in print. Melissa, huh?

“That woman, did she eat already?” He asked a maid on the side.

“No, sir. We told her that dinner is usually served at six thirty. I think she will be out soon. Should I get her?”

“Is dinner served?”

The maid turned towards the direction of the kitchen.

“They should be done within a few minutes, sir.”

“Go and call the guest, then.”

He turned to his assistant. “Set this up in my study. Open the document on my laptop, then you can go.”

“Got it, sir.”

He stood up and walked towards his room. He needed a change of clothes. The corporate suit feels stuffy and heavy. He wore his usual neat polo shirt and cotton shorts. No one would ever connect him to the corporate magnate if they ever saw him wearing clothes like this.

When Melissa saw him like this, her expression showed great surprise. Her eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets. She looked at him from top to bottom, scanning him until the reality penetrated her stubborn head. She couldn’t believe it.

“What do you expect me to wear at home?” His icy voice jolted her senses and she blinked several times at him.

Shrugging, she continued walking towards the dining area.

“I don’t know. Maybe I did imagine you in your suit even at home.” She answered without looking at him. Her tone was a little sarcastic, but not dripping with it.

“I prefer no talking during a meal. We can talk afterwards in my study.” He informed her. Him telling her she can stay at his place was not a big deal. Normally, he doesn’t want anyone else at his place. When he told her to move here, he thought he would simply treat her like one of his hired personnel. There’s no need to interact with each other. That changed when she seduced him and he liked what she has to offer. He seriously needed to get laid soon to vent out his sexual frustrations.

“Alright. I’m hungry anyway. I don’t talk when I eat.” Melissa’s friends tease her about this.

And so, they ate in silence. But Melissa couldn’t help looking at him and staring openly. He looks younger in casual clothes. If she would have to guess, she would place his current appearance at early 30s. That’s like a decade younger than his actual age.

He looks yummy enough. Broad shoulders but not too bulky. Wavy hair. Defined muscles in his arms. His hands are obviously larger than hers.

He’s exactly her type. Yep, she wouldn’t second guess herself about sleeping with him if she met him in a club. She would probably flirt with him if she saw him in a bar the way he is now. It was the business suit that was intimidating and made him look older. Not too old, but still…

He raised an eyebrow at her when he noticed her gaze on him.

“You’re less intimidating now. Don’t think you can continue intimidating me.” She winked at him before focusing on her food. Oh, boy. That’s new. How could she be distracted from her food?