Chapter 24

**Extra Chapter.
Experiences of César**

"Have a good day, Mr. César," we said with a bow as we watched him leave with the young lady. When the car started, my colleagues from the boutique came out of hiding and blurted out.

"What just happened? Who was that woman with Mr. Montenegro? She looked a lot like Miss Belladona, didn’t she? It’s strange."

"They're not the same. It’s like when you order something high quality and it arrives from AliExpress. I think he's just doing community service," they all burst into laughter and went back to work.

César

I let out a loud gasp, feeling satisfied... It was the first time I came to buy clothes for someone else, I didn't even physically buy clothes for myself. So this is how normal people shop for clothes, it's curious... I guess this woman was making me do things I never imagined I would do in my life.

When we finally arrived at the mansion, I closed the door, and just as the driver was about to leave, Belle tapped on the window. Coldly, I pressed the button to lower the window, looked at her, and she said:

"Thank you for the clothes, Mr. César, but I think it's too much..." she said with her head down as if those thanks were given reluctantly.

"Use those clothes properly. Don’t waste such good quality garments by dressing like a beggar," I raised the window, leaving her behind.

♥

When night fell, I finished reviewing some financial papers from the company. It seemed several branches were not doing very well, there were complaints that the suppliers were bringing damaged fruits and vegetables, causing complaints and poor sales. I sighed heavily, took off my glasses, and pressed my nose bridge in exhaustion. If this continued, I would have to personally visit the stores and talk to the suppliers to find out what was happening. I turned off the lamp in my room and put the papers aside. When I tried to fall asleep, I fell into a deep sleep.

“I woke up, and before my eyes appeared Belle, watching me with a smile while my head rested on her legs. I quickly sat up, looking at her incredulously. What was she doing here again? Why her... I looked her over, and she was wearing such light clothing that it made me cold just to see her.

"What are you doing here? In those clothes…" I got up and coldly watched her kneel on the floor, smiling sweetly at me.

"I was waiting for you." She slid the straps of her almost translucent white nightgown, revealing her bare shoulders.

"Are you looking to get fired?" She looked so real, was it really her...?

"I want you to make me yours, Mr. César."

"What? How... dare you call me that?" Without letting me finish, she suddenly took my arm and said with a sad expression.

"Don't I seem attractive to you? I came here to serve you, master." This is a dream, César, wake up... wake up. You need to calm down. Again, I was dreaming about this woman.

"Why are you ignoring me now? You bought me nice clothes, got close to me, and now that you have me, you don't plan to touch me at all." She lay down on the floor, writhing as she looked at me with lust.

"I... don’t..."

"Please, master César, I need you now... I don't want anyone else but you." I clenched my fists, unable to hold back any longer. I approached her, merging into a kiss that made her moan into my mouth.

"César... César..." she murmured beneath me, while she yielded to my provocative lips. She clung to my neck, letting us catch our breath, and I kissed her again, our tongues meeting in a wild and voracious manner.

"I feel something hard underneath me..." I quickly separated from her, and restraining me, she said:

"Let me repay your kindness, master César." She slid her hands down my legs, and I fell on my back, completely surprised by her overwhelming confidence. She unbuttoned my pants, looking at me with a mischievous smile.

"This is what I wanted, I wanted to do it with my mouth..."

"Are you really like this?"

"Only for you," I let out a groan, tilting my head back. How had I gotten to this point... It was clearly a dream again, produced by my mind with this woman, but what I was experiencing felt so good that I just wished it were real.

"Belle, don’t stop..." I said as the sloshing sounds of her mouth filled the air and my pleasure grew. I looked down and saw her smiling face while her mouth remained full of me.

Suddenly, I woke up with my breathing heavy and sweat covering my forehead. I looked at the sheets, and there were not only sweat fluids covering me. I hit the bed in frustration while passing my hand over my face.

"Shit... I seem like a fucking teenager with raging hormones, and the worst part is that my protagonist was Belle again. I've lost my mind...