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”So... Do you?”

Yohan scratched the back of his neck, his expression unreadable. He already knew where this was going.

”Not really,” he said at last.

Her eyes widened slightly. ”Then... maybe... would you like to be—”

”I said not really.” His tone dropped, cutting through her words. ”I don’t have a girlfriend, and I don’t want one.”

He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming as she pressed back against the door.

”I only have women I fuck,” he said coldly.

”So... Do you want to be one of those women?” he asked, his gaze burning into her, hungry and merciless.

The air thickened, pressing down on her chest until every breath felt like a struggle. Her hand fumbled for the handle, and in a panic, she yanked the door open and slipped out, fleeing without another word.

He sighed, watching her rush out. Scaring her off was exactly what he wanted, yet it still left a bitter taste.

Remi was beautiful, no doubt, but he couldn’t bring himself to toy with her feelings. Not because of guilt—his conscience had little to do with it—but because of the look in her eyes. That same look Chloe had.

And one Chloe was already more than enough. Pushing Remi away was for her own good. He didn’t need another girl tangled up in his mess just because he was restless and looking for a little fun.

Still tears flowed from his eyes as the regret lingered, Remi would have made a very fine addition to his women.

’Who would’ve thought the day would come when I’d be turning down girls’ he chuckled to himself.

It was at this moment the realization hit him, that he had indeed turned into a high value man, the kind of man that every woman desired.

He straightened his back, a proud smile tugging at his lips as his chest swelled with satisfaction.

Later that afternoon, he found Mia alone in the kitchen.

”Finally,” he muttered under his breath.

He stepped in close, closing the distance until his presence pressed against her back.

She gasped, startled—but the moment his voice brushed her ear, her shoulders eased.

”Did you miss me?” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin, the shape of cock impossible to ignore as it pressed against her ass.

Mia’s breath hitched, as she bit her lower lip, her hands tightening on the counter. She had been waiting for this all morning, but she couldn’t find any excuse to be alone with Yohan. She was too concerned with Chloe and Remi finding out about her relationship with Yohan.

Suddenly footsteps echoed down the hall.

Yohan straightened instantly, his jaw tightening, as he whispered softly

”We’ll continue this later,”

A second later, Remi poked her head into the kitchen.

”Oh...” she blinked, noticing how close the two were. ”Am I... interrupting something?”

Mia stepped away quickly, her cheeks flushed. Yohan, on the other hand, was unbothered, walking out casually.

””N-no, I was just getting a drink of water,” Mia stuttered, before leaving.

’Is something going on between Mia and the boss?’ she wondered.

Unfortunately for Yohan he didn’t get another chance to be alone like that with Mia for the rest of the day.

After the close of work that day he waited behind for a few extra minutes before sprinting towards Mia’s house.

But unknown to him, a bigger disappointment was waiting.

When Yohan finally reached Mia’s house, he slowed his steps, expecting the quiet warmth of her presence. Instead, the front door burst open, and Mia rushed out, her face tight with worry.

She collided with him before realizing he was there. Yohan caught her by the arm, steadying her before she could stumble.

”Where are you going in such a hurry?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.

”Yohan?” Her eyes widened, startled. ”Sorry—I didn’t even see you there... What are you doing here?”

”I came to continue where we left off,” Yohan said with a teasing grin, his tone light and flirtatious.

Mia’s cheeks warmed, and she turned her face away slightly, as if hiding the faint blush on her skin. For a heartbeat, Yohan thought he had caught her off guard in the best way.

But then her expression shifted, shadowed with worry again.

”I... I can’t right now,” she said quietly. ”I just got a call—my mother’s in the hospital. I’m heading there now.”

The words struck him like a sudden chill, leaving his playful intent stranded in the silence that followed.

”Your mother?” He repeated grimly.

Mia caught the seriousness in his tone and quickly waved her hands.

”It’s nothing serious really, she goes there all the time whenever she has an argument with my stepdad... to get treatment,” she said a little bit too casually

”Why would she need treatment after an argument?” Yohan asked, his brows knitting together.

”I told you before—my stepdad can get physical sometimes, especially when he’s drunk,” Mia sighed, her voice heavy. ”I’ve begged her to run away before that animal kills her, but she doesn’t want to listen.”

”Okay... do you want me to come with you?” he offered, genuine concern in his tone.

”No, it’s fine, honestly. I already told you it isn’t that serious.” She brushed it off too easily, almost with a casualness that unsettled him.

Yohan couldn’t help but wonder—was this the root of her submissive sexual desires? Some twisted kink born from a childhood scarred by violence? The thought lingered only a moment before he forced it away. It wasn’t his problem to solve.

What mattered was simpler: Mia belonged to him.

”Alright then. Go take care of your mom. I’ll see you at work tomorrow,” he said, masking his thoughts with a reassuring smile.

”Okay see you tomorrow,” She said before leaving.

But now that Mia had left him standing alone, Yohan was hit with a deeper problem. Without her, there was no one else who could help him satisfy his desires.

His chest tightened with frustration, almost to the point of sobbing. ’Maybe I should just drop the act and ask Chloe out on a date’ he thought bitterly, pulling his phone from his pocket.

Yet, just as his thumb hovered over her contact, another thought cut in sharp and clear.

He slipped a hand into his wallet, pulled out the sleek business card, and carefully typed Helen’s number into his phone.