Chapter 64

"Thank you, John!"

Lucy wiped away her tears, saying, "I am indeed facing difficulties."

I didn't ask further, nor did I have any intention of persuading her to change her ways. I wouldn't waste my effort on something so thankless.

"Difficulties will always pass. Here, let's toast to our first meeting over a year!"

I poured a glass of wine and handed it to her. Lucy nodded. "Cheers!"

After finishing the drink, Lucy said, "John, can I ask you for a favor?"

"Go ahead."

"Please don't tell anyone you saw me here!"

I already knew she would say that, so I nodded. "Rest assured, I am known for keeping my mouth shut."

"Thank you, John, I toast to you."

Saying this, she poured herself a glass of wine. She was the type whose face turned red at the slightest sip, but how much she could handle, I wasn't sure.

However, anyone working here must have a good tolerance for alcohol; otherwise, it's simply not feasible.

Leaning back on the soft sofa, one arm around Lucy, I gently pulled her into my embrace. She exclaimed, "John, what are you doing?"

I remained silent, placing a hand on her leg wrapped in stockings.

Her body trembled, and she said, "John, I'm just here to accompany you, not... We are classmates, you..."

"Classmates can be affectionate when they meet again, don't overthink it!" I said.

"John, you may say don't want to disrespect me, but your actions say otherwise."

There was a hint of helplessness and anger in her eyes. "You may be doing well now, but please, for the sake of our past as classmates, spare me some dignity."

Towards the end, her tone carried a hint of pleading.

All I could think about was fulfilling my college dream.

My self-control was usually strong, but the amount of alcohol I had consumed was dulling my senses, making me more emotional and impulsive.

The gradually rising flames were slowly burning my rationality.

"Lucy, I never intended to disrespect you."

I looked into her teary eyes, watching her tears fall. "I could only admire you from a distance in the past. Though I admired you, I never dared to reveal my true feelings. You were a goddess, and I was just a speck of dust at your feet, never worthy of your attention."

"John, if you like me, I can give you a chance to pursue me, but please... please not like this? It would feel like a transaction, and... and..."

"And what?"

My large hand gently caressed.

She grabbed my hand and said, "And I am only part-time. I haven't sold my body, and I am still pure!"

"So, I also hope you respect me."

Part-time?

Pure?

I couldn't help but chuckle. Was she trying to deceive me?

Seeing my disbelief, she hurriedly said, "It's true. I haven't lied to you, I... I haven't given myself away yet!"

Upon hearing this, I became a bit impatient. "Lucy, we're all adults here. Don't take me for a fool. Pure virgins may exist, but not here!"

My words were harsh, almost accusing her of hypocrisy.

Lucy's face turned pale. "I... I really didn't lie to you!"

"Enough, no need to say more."

I lost interest. Although I really wanted to have Lucy at that moment, her constant pretense and evasion made me lose interest. It was as if I were forcing her.

It was like a business deal. Both parties needed to be willing. If not, even a goddess wouldn't interest me.

I set her aside and poured myself a drink, feeling extremely dissatisfied.

In the end, it was because I lacked money. If I had money, I would use it to make her willingly loosen her belt, kneel down, and worship me.

The fact that I could hold Lucy in the Emperor's Private Room was all thanks to Edward and George. I was well aware of that.

I wanted to max out my credit card, slap her face with the money, and ask her if she would sleep with me. It would feel great, but what about afterwards?

"John, stop drinking, I..."

"Lucy, I can handle my drink alone. You don't need to serve me. Rest assured, I won't disclose our agreement," I said coldly.

Lucy's expression was extremely complex. She gritted her teeth, stood up, grabbed my hand, and said, "You don't believe me, do you? I'll prove it to you right now!"

As she spoke, she dragged me into a small private room.

Behind us, Edward and George chuckled strangely. "John, teach this bitch a lesson!"

As the door closed, the room fell considerably quieter. The previously loud voices had made my head spin, but now I felt a bit more sober.

"Why did you bring me in here?"

I furrowed my brow and said, "Didn't I say I'm not interested anymore? You don't need to prove anything."

Lucy remained silent, walked up to me, looked up, and said, "John, don't you like me? Then today, I'll grant your wish!"

"I'm in this line of work out of necessity. I have no other choice. I know my insistence on staying clean is a joke here, but if I give up on that, I'm truly lost."

"However, with your arrival today, I understand and despair. It's better to let you have your way than those old men!"

With those words, her red dress slipped from her fragrant shoulders. At that moment, my mind went blank!

Was this for real?

She crossed her arms over her chest, tears streaming down. "What's wrong? Isn't this what you wanted?"

To say I wasn't moved would be a lie.

Lucy's looks and figure were top-notch, and now, seeing her so upfront, the beast within me also emerged instantly.

But her tear-streaked face and words pierced my heart like a thorn.

I couldn't deny that I wanted to take her now, fulfilling the dream in my heart. However, at this point, my feet felt rooted to the ground, unable to move.

I admit I desired her, fulfilling my dream, but the damn pretense and so-called morality restrained me.

I sighed softly, walked over, and pulled up her skirt, saying, "I'm sorry, I've had too much to drink and lost my mind. Please don't take it to heart."

After saying that, I cursed myself internally for being so stubborn and knew I would regret it deeply tomorrow.

"John, thank you."

She rushed into my arms, tears wetting my clothes. I felt a bit awkward; what was supposed to be a porn movie turned into a melodrama. I really brought this upon myself!

With a bitter smile, I hugged her, gently patting her back to comfort her, but she cried even harder.

Damn, was there a problem with offering comfort too?
The Female Boss is a Masochist
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