Fred slipped a cigar from his pocket and lit it up. "A bad guy, you say? What makes him so bad?""He..." Mya hesitated, her lips parting for a single word before she changed her mind. "Look, we hardly know each other. I'd rather keep it to myself and handle it my way."A subtle softness crept into Fred's otherwise intimidating face. "How can I help if you don't share the details? If he's done something awful, I can take care of him for you."Mya was still somewhat skeptical of him. She pursed her lips, uncertain whether to voice her concerns.Perceiving Mya's dilemma, Fred switched gears. "What's your relationship with the person you're concerned about?""Madelyn's my best friend," Mya blurted out. "But she's miserable right now. That jerk has her all cooped up and won't even let her step out of the house."Fred was intrigued. 'Zach Jardin, who runs the whole of Ventropolis, was unable to control a woman? That's interesting.'Mya's words piqued Fred's curiosity. He wanted to see
In the hotel, Fred laid Mya in his arms gently on the bed. Her pearl hair clip slipped from her hair, tumbling down as she pulled off her hat and scarf, murmuring, "So hot..."Suddenly, Mya started unbuttoning her clothes and felt cooler. She said, "Now I'm cold again, I need a blanket...""What's going on, Fred?" Mya asked, sounding a bit worried. "I feel so strange.""Do you want this?"Mya squirmed in Fred's arms, finding it tough to move away."Fred, it tickles. I don't feel good, what did you do to me? Don't touch that spot." Mya pleaded."Your first time?" Fred asked.Mya was whimpering and sniffling, emitting soft moans. Splayed out on the bed in a spread-eagle position, Mya found her legs controlled by someone else, unable to close them however much she tried."Do you want me to go in deeper? Right here?" Fred asked."Ah! No, Fred, don't!" Mya said.As Fred touched the place that was just enough to grasp in his hand, Mya felt herself becoming increasingly peculiar, ev
With anticipation, Madelyn picked up the phone and greeted, "Hi, Mya."Mya's choked sobs came through the line. "Madelyn..."Sensing the distress in her friend's voice, Madelyn exchanged a glance with Zach, and stepped out of their flower room into a quieter area. She asked, "What's happened? You sound upset."Stammering, Mya finally managed to speak. "I-I-I think I might be pregnant, Madelyn.""Pregnant?" Madelyn couldn't believe her ears. "How could you be pregnant? What's really going on, Mya?"Mya was at her home in Harper residence. She held a soft, plush bunny close to her chest, her face buried in its fur, and said, "Madelyn, I got intimate with Fred. Now, I think there's a baby in me."Madelyn felt like the breath had been knocked out of her. She said, "Mya, this isn't something to joke about. You really did that with him?"Mya's voice was muffled. "He deceived me, Madelyn. He's a bad man."Madelyn took a moment to absorb Mya's confession, her thoughts immediately darke
Holding two cups of water, Blake approached Kevin and asked, "Mr. Harrison, did Mr. Jardin assign us a new task? I overheard Mya's name just now. She's my cousin, you know? Given that I'm your apprentice, could you maybe share just a tiny bit of what's going on? It'll help me shoulder some of the burden, and be part of the solution."Kevin took his cup of water with his face turned icy. He said, "Mind your own business, Blake. Focus on your work."As Kevin walked away, Blake rolled her eyes and mimicked Kevin. "Mind your own business, he says."Kevin had seen Blake's mockingly exaggerated expressions reflected in the fire extinguisher's glass casing. He caught everything in his gaze.Having ended his call, Zach went upstairs to pacify Madelyn who was brooding in silence.Madelyn sought refuge in her art studio, where she drowned her frustrations in swathes of color on canvas. Next to her palette was a vase with a freshly cut flower. Zach came in and crouched down beside her, takin
"Would you like me to bring it up for you?" asked the maid.Madelyn was cradling the freshly bathed Dalton and paid no mind to the maid. They prepared to catch a few winks as Dalton was already drowsy. They snuggled into bed, hands positioned in their usual comforting spot, and soon slipped into a peaceful slumber.Meanwhile, at the Sovereign Luxe Resort & Spa, Fred looked the woman ardently at work between his legs. Cecilia wiped the corner of her mouth, looked up at him with seductive eyes, and asked, "You seem off today. Already had a fling outside, haven't you?"Thirty minutes later, Cecilia's doing was no fruition. Her lips tingled from exhaustion.Fred lifted Cecilia's chin, his eyes lingering on her inviting lips. He said, "Ten more minutes. If you still can't satisfy me, I'll have my men teach you how to please a man."Cecilia's face soured for a split second, but she quickly regained composure. She knew Fred well enough to take his words seriously. Fred had a penchant for
Feeling a bit down, Mya walked across the crosswalk with a bunch of people when the traffic light turned green. She had a stylish purse with pearls on it, and she seemed lost in her thoughts, thinking hard. 'What would I do if I'm really pregnant?'On the same street not far from her, a car was also waiting for the traffic light. Fred's deputy spotted Mya in the crowd and nudged Fred. "Sir, look, it's Ms. Harper."Fred quickly located Mya in the crowd. She was small and slim, not especially standing out—easy to miss in a sea of regular folks. He had never paid much attention to regular-looking ladies before, but there was something about Mya that intrigued him.Mya was the only one brave enough to toss his clothes out the window. Even though Fred usually didn't like that kind of bold behavior, Mya's rebellious side was kind of interesting. To Fred, Mya was not like the women he usually fooled around with. She was special—like a pet he wanted to keep. A bit of teasing wouldn't do any
Mya got a bit scared when she saw Fred looking all serious. She tried to act like she didn't hear him, hoping he would drop the whole thing if she stayed quiet. But Fred wasn't planning to let her off easy.Curled up in the corner, Mya looked a bit silly. Fred lifted her shirt and saw the soft parts spilling over her pants. He'd seen different kinds of people before, some thin and some with curves, but Mya was a bit plumper than the others."Your family feeds you well, huh?" Fred remarked, eyeing her figure. Mya showed no signs of illness.Mya proudly puffed out her chest. "Of course! I have like five servings of Mediterranean rice every day. These curves are all thanks to the amazing cooking at Madelyn's house. Too bad Madelyn's husband, the big jerk, doesn't let me eat there anymore. He says I eat too much."Fred could not believe how oblivious Mya was. She didn't catch the hint about her weight or the subtle digs at her smarts. At first, he thought she might have some secret age
Mya kept her head down and didn't dare to speak again. Fred put the money on her lap and said, "This is what I owe you. I don't like owing people.""I'll take it, just please don't hurt me," Mya replied, feeling flustered, and she quickly stuffed the money into her bag.Suddenly, a memory flashed in her mind, and a voice echoed, "Since you like eating so much, finish this spoiled meal. If not, I'll keep you locked up here like a dog. If you disobey, I'll have someone beat you to death."A buried memory rushed back, giving Mya a sharp pain in her head. For the rest of the car ride, Mya stayed quiet and timid.Fred noticed Mya's change in behavior and gradually lost interest as the car became quiet. He ordered, "Stop the car."When the car halted, Fred, growing impatient, lit a cigar. "Get out and grab a cab home."With a brief command, the car doors unlocked, and Mya, shaking a bit, quickly got out. Before she left, Fred's keen eyes spotted the money, untouched on the car seat.M