I Want to Hear You

There is no need to ask so menacingly, actually, because Zoe has no intention of resisting. But of course, Zoe curses her obedience again. Naughty thoughts shouldn't have surfaced.

But Wolf's low, teasing voice—not to mention his touch—only exacerbates the feelings that currently engulf Zoe.

Wolf takes her to the center of the room, and Zoe is about to follow when Wolf sits on the sofa, but then he releases her hand. Zoe frowns, because that is certainly unusual.

"Are you disappointed? Come on, don't be too predictable." Wolf taunts, looking at the wrinkles on Zoe's forehead. That smug smile clearly annoys Zoe.

Zoe finally raises her middle finger. It's very clear that Wolf has been teasing her since earlier. He didn't invite her here to sleep with him.

[WHAT DO YOU WANT?!!!!!]

Zoe adds as many exclamation marks as possible to show her anger. Wolf just smiles, then pours the brandy that has been prepared according to his order.

"Sing for me..." Wolf raises his glass, stating his reque