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"Don't go to see anyone from the Johnson again, especially that asshole," Xenon said sternly. 
  "I needed to find proof..." 
  "I got it six hours ago," Xenon said. 
  "Huh?" Miya exclaimed in disbelief. "How?" 
  "Easy. I hired a gorgeous woman to seduce him. She got him drunk and found the deleted photos in his phone." 
  "Impressive." Miya heaved a sigh. "It took me the whole day. I've even spent seven thousand dollars to please his grandmother to get her to trust me." 
  "Aren't you stupid?" Xenon mocked. 
  "I am." Miya muttered, then timidly, she added, "Is it possible that I can have the money reimbursed?" 
  "Impossible." 
  "But I did it only because I wanted to help you." 
  "To help me? Whose fault is it that you had your design stolen, huh?" 
  Miya was speechless. She was now worried about the payment of her mum's treatment next month's treatment. The money Xenon gave her wasn't even enough to cover the cost of the necklace she paid for Rebecca.
  Then, Xenon said with a cheeky smile, "Well, you know what to do if you want money. If I'm happy, I might even pay you extra." 
  Miya's face lit up. On the way home, she thought about what she could do to please Xenon. 
  *** 
  As soon as Miya got back home, she went straight to the kitchen and prepared some cookies and a cup of tea for Xenon. 
  She knocked at Xenon's door. 
  "Come in," Xenon said coldly as usual. 
  She opened the door gingerly and went in. Xenon was reclining on the bed with a laptop on his lap replying to some emails. 
  Miya put the tray of cookies and tea on the bedside table and sat down on the chair by the bed, looking at Xenon with her innocent eyes.
  Xenon took a look at the food and then at Miya. With a mocking smile, he said, "That same face again. Do you know that every time you did something wrong, you put the same face on? That pitiful look. Are you really scared of me?" Xenon said without looking at her.
  Of course, I'm scared. You've almost killed me, more than once, choking me, drowning me! Miya thought. However, she was even more scared to show him her fear and discontentment. She smiled and said half-jokingly, "It's not fear. It's respect. I respect you and adore you." 
  Xenon sneered and beckoned her over, patting on the bed. Just as Miya sat down next to him, he pulled her over and kissed her. It was so sudden that Miya didn't know how to react but accepted. When she was surrendering to his passionate kisses, he suddenly pushed her off him and said with disdain. "What's that smell on you?! Go get a shower."
  Miya pouted her lips and obeyed. I've only spent half an hour in Luke’s room! Miya thought as she sniffed herself. I don't smell anything. 
  Just as she was showering, she suddenly realized that she had forgotten to bring her towel and robe. She opened the door slightly, popped her head out, and said timidly, "Xenon, could you, err, could you please go and get my towel and bathrobe from my room?"
  "Who do you think I am? Your servant?" Xenon said coldly, without taking a look at Miya. 
  Miya rolled her eyes and heaved a sigh. "Of course not." She closed the door and thought she might as well wear him then. 
  However, just as she was drying herself after the shower, she heard a knock at the door. "Just a minute," Miya answered and hurried up.
  "Come out n.a.k.e.d," Xenon said. 
  "Huh?" Miya opened her eyes wide. 
  Xenon kicked the door impatiently. "Open the door." He demanded. 
  Miya wrapped herself up with the towel in a hurry and opened the door slightly. "I, err..." She muttered pitifully, looking at Xenon standing there watching her with his arms crossed.
  "You know what, I love seeing your pretentiously innocent face. Deep down, you are a foxy horny woman, but you are so good at pretending to be a naïve little girl. I just can't help tearing your mask off and revealing your foxy tail." 
  "I...err...I will put on..." Miya blushed bashfully and intended to close the door, but Xenon quickly went into the bathroom and pulled Miya into his arms. The towel dropped onto the floor, and her n.a.k.e.d body fell into his aggressive embrace.
  Again, he kissed her passionately, almost violently, and before long, she gave in. She m.o.a.n.e.d with p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e; her n.i.p.p.l.es hardened, and she felt herself grow moist inside. And again, he stopped suddenly, just as she wanted more. 
  He had enough of her passiveness and wanted her to be more active. Miya obeyed as she knew she had to. She stroked his skin with her tongue and her soft fingers and slowly moved down towards his lower torso. She felt his p.e.n.i.s harden and herself grow wetter. 
  Then without warning, he grabbed her arms, lifted her up, and turned her around. He thrust inside her, and in and out, he moved with a rhythm. She m.o.a.n.e.d. He came once, and another time, they both reached o.r.g.a.s.m at the same time. It was about two hours later when he carried her out of the bathroom and left her in her own bed. 
  Miya woke up in the middle of the night, and a thought occurred in her mind that he did not and would not want her to sleep in his room or hers. I'm his possession, a toy, after all. 
  When she got up the next morning, it was already half-past seven. She cursed as she saw the time on her phone. It had exhausted her last night, and she overslept again. A maid knocked at her door and said that Xenon had been waiting. 
  She quickly went downstairs only to see breakfast was ready, and Xenon was seated by the table, reading the news. Is he actually waiting for me to have breakfast together? She thought in disbelief. 
  "Good morning, Xenon. Sorry, I overslept. I promise I will be up early tomorrow." Miya said with an apologetic smile. 
  "You did a good job last night, but it doesn't mean you can lie in," Xenon said mockingly.