Chapter 4

"Olivia Anderson, who would have guessed this is what you're like behind closed doors."

His hands roamed freely as he spoke.

"Tsk tsk, I really want to make you cry."

I had never experienced such sensations before.

Julian Roscente laughed arrogantly before leaving me weakened and exhausted.

He said he needed to test me further before taking me home and giving me that promotion.

But I was too impatient for the promotion. I had to try another approach.

Early the next morning, I took another ice bath. I wore the clothes Julian had given me underneath my outer coat.

Before leaving home, I deliberately posted a selfie that revealed the outfit underneath.

The caption read: [Love what I'm wearing today.]

Julian liked it almost immediately.

I knew he wouldn't be able to resist.

At the office, I wandered around in my high heels.

During lunch, I purposely remarked, "It's so hot today."

Then I unbuttoned my coat to reveal the form-fitting dress underneath.

It was summer, and beads of sweat glistened on my skin.

The tight dress accentuated every curve.

I could feel covert glances from others. I was sure Julian noticed too.

He would be mine.

Finally, after work, when everyone had left, I took off my coat completely.

I walked step by step toward Julian's office.

"Manager Roscente, what are you up to?"

Before I could push the door open, someone grabbed me from behind, pinning me against the desk. Hot breath brushed my neck.

"Baby, you have an amazing body. So firm."

It wasn't Julian's voice—it was a male colleague's.

I shoved him away angrily. "Get off me!"

He leered. "What's wrong? You've been flaunting yourself all day. Isn't this what you wanted?"

I didn’t want him.

I wanted Julian.

I wrapped my coat tightly and pushed past him. "I'm not interested."

But he lunged at me, intent on forcing himself.

"I don't care if you're interested. I'm having you today!"

Terrified, I grabbed a nearby vase and smashed it over his head.

I rushed out immediately. On the stairs, I sensed someone following me.

I turned. It was Julian in his suit, smiling brightly. "Seems you really do like me. Saving yourself for me, are you?"

I glared furiously. "You set that up, didn't you?"

He admitted without shame. "Of course. I had to see if you're truly loyal to me."

"After all, I am your master."

"Now kneel and call me 'master.' Then I'll take you home. You'll get your promotion tomorrow."

Julian never missed a chance to test my limits.

But for that promotion, I swallowed my pride.

I dropped to my knees with a thud.

"Master, please take me home."

He smiled in satisfaction and fastened a collar around my neck.

"From now on, you belong to me."

Then he pressed a remote.

The collar tightened instantly, choking me.

My face turned red as I struggled for air. "Let... go."

He lifted me up sharply.

"Forgotten the rules? Say 'master'!"

"Master... please let me go. I beg you."

Soon, Julian brought me to his basement.

He was an absolute deviant.

A massive shelf stood against the wall, filled with various instruments and colorful potions.

In the center was a chair fitted with chains.

I had only read about such things in novels.

The sight made my legs weak.

Julian embraced me from behind and whispered, "Scared?"

"No, not scared. I like it."

I answered softly.

"Manager Roscente, have you brought anyone else here before?"

He pushed me onto the chair, caging me in with his arms.

"Guess."

Swiftly, he wrapped the chains around my wrists.

"Manager Roscente, be gentle."

He gripped my hands firmly.

I trembled uncontrollably from fear.

"Slower... please."

He chuckled. "You really weren’t lying. It has been a while, hasn’t it?"

I blushed and looked down, too embarrassed to speak.

Then he picked up a syringe filled with a shimmering pink liquid.