Chapter 58 Late, Can't Stop...
Layla's legs trembled, and she almost knelt down in embarrassment.
Samuel's eyes grew deeper, and his voice became hoarse. "How will you apologize to me?"
Layla chuckled nervously, "Mr. Holland, you're a big shot with a broad mind. You wouldn't bother with a lowly intern like me."
Samuel didn't buy it. "But what if I do mind?"
Then you're narrow-minded, Layla thought, but she dared not say it aloud.
In this enclosed space, she was in a dangerous position and had to tread carefully with her words.
"Mr. Holland, to be precise, I... I was the one who was misled. You've been hiding your identity, so I thought you were a..."
Layla hesitated to utter the words "male escort."
"Are you trying to shift the blame?" Samuel chuckled darkly. "From start to finish, I never said I'm in that line of work. It was you..." His finger suddenly tightened, "who assumed a price of five hundred dollars right off the bat, living in your own imagined world."
As he said that, Layla realized he was right. Her voice grew lower, tinged with a hint of complaint. "You made me name a price. We met in that kind of place, so it's normal for me to assume. You can deny it afterwards, but you didn't..."
"Why would I deny such an interesting game?" Samuel retorted.
Game? So, he was just playing around? Rich people had a strong curiosity for novelty.
A tinge of discontent crossed Layla's mind; no one likes being played with.
"Now that I know you're a CEO, can we stop this game?" Layla felt uncomfortable and protested, "Let's treat what happened before as my mistake, and please stop this game."
"It's too late. I can't stop." Samuel murmured meaningfully. He seemed addicted to her, both body and mind.
Furrowing her brows, Layla felt a sense of danger in his ambitious gaze, making her heart race. She couldn't continue to entangle herself with him, or she would sink deeper. He had already had her body, who knows what else he still wanted to take from her?
Tonight, she would move out. Layla made up her mind.
Molly had left, so she should be able to apply for her own dorm room. She would go back to school for a few days, and if all else failed, she would stay at a cheap inn. In any case, she couldn't live with him anymore.
She feared gossip, and she feared this dangerous man.
"Ding," The elevator doors opened.
Samuel let go of her and walked out of the elevator first.
Layla hesitated but didn't have any option but to follow.
"I don't mind using 'hugs' in the office," Samuel said and left. Layla scratched her head and reluctantly went into the office.
Curious glances from the top employees were cast upon them.
How could an ordinary employee enter the CEO's office?
The door closed automatically.
Layla felt like a small rabbit in a dangerous situation. The CEO's office was huge, but the air pressure made it difficult for her to breathe.
Samuel sat down in the large chair with a towering skyscraper behind him. The sunlight coated him in gold, emphasizing his handsome features and exuding an aura of dominance.
Could this temperament be feigned? Layla questioned her own naïveté for mistaking him for a male escort.
It had been almost five minutes, and he still hadn't said anything. His smile, which was more like a smirk, made her feel uneasy.
"Raise your head. I'm not on the floor," he said.
Helplessly, Layla lifted her head, her eyes welling up with tears.
It felt as if he was teasing her, and Samuel seemed to enjoy it.
"If there is nothing else, I'll go back to my office..."
"Who said I have nothing? Come inside." Samuel walked into the nearby lounge.
In broad daylight, he wouldn't... Layla's mind was blanketed with wicked thoughts, leaving her face pale.
"I have something to attend to, so I need to leave." Layla said, preparing to make an escape, only to be caught by the man who lifted her up.
"I… I don't want this! Don't touch me! Samuel, put me down. Mmm..." Layla screamed as she was thrown onto the king-sized bed. Her ponytail came undone, and her hair spread out like seaweed, enveloping her frightened, blushing face.
"Samuel, hm." His name, when spoken by her, sounded pleasant. Samuel's heart trembled.
"Didn't you say before that I was pretending? Even boasting should have its limits, right?"
With a determined face, Layla firmly replied, "I won't engage in that kind of activity with you in the office during broad daylight. Don't even think about it, even if you're the CEO!"
"What kind of activity?" Samuel deliberately asked, teasing her to bring himself some relief after a hard day's work.
"I can't be the first woman you've thrown onto this bed." Layla sneered.
Samuel chuckled. But his smile was always faint, even when he laughed, making it difficult to perceive. "Then, what do you think - how many women? What number do you think you are?"
His breath was too close, and his face was exceedingly handsome. Layla couldn't help but shrink her neck. She admitted that he was good at seducing; no woman could resist this proximity, except her. She was young, but that didn't mean she was ignorant and could be easily manipulated.
"Maybe not thousands, but definitely hundreds. How many women hold number cards, waiting to enter your bed?" Layla scorned the promiscuous man.
"Then, what number are you?"
"Me? I am one of those who took a number card and threw it away."
Layla lifted her chin. She wasn't an ordinary woman, she had every reason to be proud in front of him.
"But you also slept in my bed, which gives you a number."
Layla was hit in a sore spot, and that night's incident undermined her confidence in front of him. But she wasn't like that!
"It is a sign of inadequacy to keep bringing up an unexpected night over and over again."
Inadequacy?
Samuel wasn't angered because truly capable people would only find such words laughable.
He wasn't angry; he was even laughing? Layla frowned. Come on, she wasn't praising him!
Samuel nodded with a meaningful expression, "Well, an inadequate person made your first time very comfortable."
"What do you mean comfortable? It was painful!" Layla protested loudly. "I'm still in pain."
"There's nothing one can do. Just get used to it."
He was showing off!
She could tell his tone was smug.
Although Layla only had one experience in love, it didn't mean she didn't have a basic understanding of men. Men were quite immature in this aspect.
And who wants to get used to it?
She glared at him, not pleased. "Having size but being bad at technique is useless."
"Well, I'll need your cooperation for more practice." Samuel modestly replied.
Layla's face turned as red as a tomato. "Who wants to practice with you? I don't want to!"
He spoke so naturally, she almost couldn't help but curse at him.
She was so angry, if he wasn't the CEO, she would have already slapped him to teach him a lesson.
Getting serious, Layla said in a stern tone, "Mr. Holland, please don't treat me as an experimental subject. I believe you've used these tactics on more than just me."
Only foolish women would think they were unique. Wise as she was, Layla knew she was just a small fish in his pond.
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