Young Secretary,Spoiled by the Business Giant

The cold winter wind kept hammering the windows of the hotel's upper floors, making a racket.

On the hotel bed, it wasn't so much two bodies tangled in passion as it was a petite figure being dominated.

A man said coolly, "Take it easy."

Calliope Bishop was on her knees and elbows, trying to inch forward.

The next moment, the man behind her grabbed her waist and yanked her back.

In this almost one-sided act, Calliope felt little to no pleasure.

When it was over, Calliope lay there, panting for a long time before she came to her senses.

Then, the man finished his shower, put on a bathrobe, and donned gold-rimmed glasses. He looked calm, restrained, and distant, like the madness from before never happened.

He said coldly, "Up and out."

Calliope struggled to get up and put on her dress under his indifferent gaze.

Just moments ago, they were so close, but now he looked at her like she was a stranger.

The man took off his watch and tossed it at her. It hit her shoulder, leaving a small red mark.

Calliope got the message, picked it up, and said with some difficulty, "Sir, can you give me cash or a transfer?"

He replied, "So troublesome, just give me your bank account number."

Calliope quickly gave him her bank account number.

With a notification sound, thirty thousand dollars were deposited.

Calliope placed the watch on the bed and stepped back, saying, "Here, this is yours."

Even though she knew the watch could fetch more money, she didn't need it. She wanted a cash or a transfer.

Calliope continued, "Thank you for your patronage."

Matthew Moore sneered, thinking, 'Are sex workers so blatant these days?'

Matthew said chillily, "Why don't you ask me to come over and sleep with you again next time?"

Calliope didn't say anything, silently putting on her clothes and shoes.

Next time? There wouldn't be a next time.

Calliope got up from the bed and walked towards the door. After just two steps, her legs gave out, causing her to kneel on the ground with her back to Matthew.

The knee-length dress couldn't cover the view underneath.

From Matthew's angle, he saw everything! Instantly, he gritted his teeth. Was Calliope inviting him for another round?

Calliope's skills were so proficient that he suspected this woman might have had a hymen reconstruction surgery, specifically to deceive people in hotels.

Calliope felt the intense, burning gaze but didn't look back as she could perceive Matthew's eyes bored into her back.

Besides, the transaction was complete; there was no need for Calliope to stay any longer.

As Calliope walked out of the room, she caught a glimpse of a tall man leaning against the wall opposite the room's door, with a nearly burnt-out cigarette in his mouth.

That man was also looking at her. Although his gaze wasn't as intense as the one inside, it was still unbearable for her. In an instant, Calliope fled.

When James Smith walked into the room, he saw Matthew irritably covering the underwear under the pillow with a blanket. That was the item Calliope had just searched the bed for but couldn't find.

James said with a playful smile, "Quite a heated battle. Abstaining for so long really makes a difference."

Matthew looked up and gave a cold glance. Just one look made James raise his hands in surrender.

James said, "Alright, I won't say anymore. I've already found out who drugged you. It was—"

"No need to tell me," Matthew said and sat boldly on the sofa, crossing his legs. "Return it fivefold."