Bossy Love

The only seven-star hotel in C City towered into the sky. Its decorations were extravagant to the extreme. This was a place for celebrities and dignitaries around the globe.

Standing in the presidential suite on the top floor, one could overlook the prosperous city and felt in control of the business world.

The silver moonlight slanted in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows and lay across the dark, luxurious room.

"So hot!"

The groan of a woman suddenly came out. Her voice was as attractive as a mid-night rose in full bloom.

Gradually...

She found it hard to breathe, and her voice became increasingly painful.

So dark!

What was this place? Where was she?

Why were her feet and hands bound? Fear rose from the bottom of her heart...

In the spacious and fitted-out bathroom, the light was bright yellow. Water tricked smoothly down the well-defined chest of a man and flowed to his V-line abs. Steamed by the hot water, his thin lips looked full and ruddy.

His hair was inky, and his features sculpted. The man was deadly addictive, just like poppies.

He was the owner of this room. Life and death were in his power!

The sound of water stopped. Terrance Boyle wrapped himself in a white bath towel. His robust chest was exposed to the air. He demonstrated his domineering temperament and strength.

Except for the cool moonlight, the room was all dark.

Haziness created dreamy beauty.

Terrance walked to the bed when a large, pink, rectangular box came into view. A bow was tied with a ribbon, and a delicate rose was on top.

"A surprise?" Terrance chewed over the words with interest.

He picked up the rose, put it to his nose, and smelt a faint fragrance. His other hand untied the red ribbon.

The lid was lifted. Terrance had seen many gorgeous women but held his breath when a delicate figure was seen in the box.

A white tulle covered her body. Under the moonlight, her clean, tender face looked as soft as water. Her skin was smooth and her figure perfect.

"Who... who are you?" When the box was opened, Robin Sargent finally caught a breath of fresh air. She gasped slightly and asked.

Her voice was gentle and seductive.

The corner of his mouth curved up dangerously as if he had just heard the best joke.

"Hey, you're in my room and still playing hard-to-get." His voice was icy and devilish.

Robin saw a dangerous glint in his dark eyes, tried to prop herself up and leave, but felt feeble.

Her legs were limp. She struggled but could not even get out of the box.

Terrance stood there and sipped his wine from time to time. His tall figure looked kingly. Smirking, he stared at her and watched the fun.

Eventually, Robin gave up, and her pretty eyes looked at him. His face was indiscernible under the dim light.

"I don't know why I'm here; please let me go...."

"I'll be very grateful."

The man remained silent...

It felt like a century. Terrance took a sip of his wine, bent down, lifted her tender chin, and leaned over.

The wine in his mouth was poured into hers...

Robin was terrified by his passionate kiss. Her mouth was filled with the taste of the wine and a stranger.

Her chin clasped by his hand couldn't move a bit, and she had to endure his passion.

He planned to have a quick kiss but lost himself.

Hurt by his rough movement; Robin bit him. Feeling her resistance, Terrance moved away from her lips.

His eagle's eyes glittered in the dark while his expression was inexplicable.

"You're the first woman I want to kiss at first sight."

"You are also the first woman who dare bite me."

His tone was playful and devious.

Robin was appalled by his impetuous and fierce vibe. Like a fawn, she looked at him and widened her pleading eyes.

"Sir, I didn't mean to enter your room; please let me go...."

There was a quiver in her gentle voice, and she looked like a pitiful rabbit, which aroused the man even more.

"Let you go?"

Terrance raised his tone and looked at her calmly, "I never strike a bad deal."

"What... what do you want?" Robin asked wonderingly. Her pearly teeth bit her lip swollen from his kiss.

She was once again met with silence.

Terrance put down the goblet, bent down, picked her up from the pink box, and carried her steadily in his arms.

When she was placed on the bed, the cold bedsheet sent a shiver through her. In fear, she grasped a corner of his towel.

Frightened, she exerted strength in her hand.

The towel, loosely wrapping around his waist, was pulled off.

"Looks like you're more eager than me." His voice was deep, attractive, and devilish.

The corner of his mouth curved up in a dangerous smile, and his fervent eyes gazed at her delicate body.

When his palm stroked her cheek, the sensation was like a horrible electric shock.

Panic and fear gripped her heart.

No!

It was her 18th birthday today!

How could she lose her virginity to a stranger?

Trepidation slowly tinted her dilated pupils. Her voice was so shaky that she could barely finish a sentence.

"Please, let me go... let me go, I'm in love. I have a boyfriend."

A contemptuous sneer was the only reply. His voice was gruesome and icy. All of a sudden, he held her tightly, and his big hand clasped her pointed chin.

The ribbons that bound her feet and hands were torn apart by his hand-the pieces scattered around the floor. Robin curled up, trembled, cowered, and struggled.

Terrance slowly approached her and cruelly reached out his big palm...

"Sir, let me go..."

"Don't touch me; I'm only 18..."

"I'm about to get engaged. Please, don't ruin me, no...."

Robin's face turned pale. Tears of fear trickled down her cheeks and landed on his warm palm. Along with her crying, her delicate, thin shoulders shook. Her terrified looks stimulated his possessiveness.

He didn't hesitate even in the slightest when his big body bore down... Boundless fear and darkness enveloped her.

"No..."

Her hands turned bloodless when she grasped the bedsheet. Her broken cry was filled with complete despair.

She bit her lip tightly to stay sober.

The darkroom was filled with a strong carnal smell.

She felt dizzy and blacked out, but her hands still grasped the sheets. Crystal tears lingered on her long eyelashes.

Her dream shattered.

Her life was ruined.

This cruel monster mercilessly destroyed everything.

While she was in a coma, her heart was ground by pain.

Even worse still, she didn't even know what the man looked like.

Terrance stroked her delicate face ardently under the pale moonlight.

"The body of an 18-year-old is clean and tight." His eyes landed on a striking red smear on the white bedsheet, and he mused.

In a short while, he got up, took a quick shower, and resolutely got out of the hotel.

At midnight, Clay Waller received a call, drove to the hotel, and waited at the entrance. Behind him followed a dozen cars loaded with bodyguards. All the lanes were occupied.

As soon as Terrance showed up, those men respectfully lined up on both sides. Wearing suits and leather shoes, they looked prudent.

This was the first time that Mr. Boyle left the hotel in the middle of the night. Therefore, everyone stood by gingerly and feared upsetting the man.

"Mr. Boyle, it's all set." Clay opened the car door respectfully.

The sturdy man got into the car and asked, "The woman tonight, who sent her here?"

His question was normal.

Given his status, his ass was kissed every day, and countless women were sent to his door.

It was comparable to an emperor's concubine selection.

But not today. Aware of his bad mood, Clay had turned down all the gifts...

A woman... how?

The question stirred his heart, and Clay felt terrible about his oversight.

Terrance waited for quite a while, got no answer, and abruptly raised his tone, "What is it so difficult to answer?"

Clay gasped, bit the bullet, and answered, "Sir, tonight... no one was sent over!"

"So, it was a female ghost in my room?"

As soon as his voice died away, the air in the spacious limousine became depressing and deadly silent.

Terrance recalled the trembling, resistant, and clumsy woman. His face turned as gloomy as the stormy sky.

It turned out she wasn't playing hard-to-get. He compelled her.

"Sir, I'll find it out within an hour." From his rhetorical question, Clay sensed how serious the matter was.