Criminal Taste!

You Have No Choice

After saying that, Victor stood up and handed me a pair of gray short-sleeved pajamas, clearly his own.

"Hurry up and change your clothes, then go back to sleep," he told me, and then he casually climbed back onto the bed to lie down under the covers.

I didn't say anything, because I couldn't believe what had just happened. My boss was a crazy, unpredictable killer.

"Scarlett, let's go!"

I woke up suddenly and went straight to the bathroom to get dressed. My heart was pounding not just from fear, but also because of all the unexpected things Victor had done.

At last, I did what Victor had asked. After changing, I saw Victor waiting for me on the bed with a blank expression.

As soon as I got to the bed, I pulled back the blanket, lay down slowly, and covered almost my whole body with it. Victor let out a little snort and pulled the blanket down so it wouldn't cover my face.

"I'm not going to do anything to you, there's no need to overreact," Victor said.

At this close distance, I could clearly smell his body odor. How could that man sleep without a shirt, wearing only pants?

"If I wanted to do something to you, I probably would have done it from the start."

"Then why'd you bring me here? You could have just let me pass out at the office and wake up the next morning on the couch," I finally said.

Victor was lying face-up in front of me. "Look, Scarlett, you keep asking questions that we all know the answers to."

Victor's voice started to rise, and he was feeling frustrated again.

"All this happened because you heard something you shouldn't have, and I'm free to do whatever I want to you. I'm your boss."

"Free to do whatever you want to me? No, I'm not your slave. I'm just your employee at work."

Victor stood up, now on top of me, propping himself up with his arms.

"Don't you realize yet the mistake I've told you about? I'm a killer, a vicious criminal in this city."

He moved to my side, where there was a drawer, and opened it. I could see him pick up a knife and then put it back, and now he was taking out a firearm.

"Look, I could kill you right now, but I'm not doing it because I want you to experience firsthand what it's like to deal with a criminal."

It was cold, and I could feel the tip of the gun pressed firmly against my forehead. Maybe if the trigger were pulled, I'd feel a wave of heat spread through me, and the bullet would pierce my head with ease, and I'd die just like that.

But Victor didn't do it. He put the gun away again and lay down, but this time he lay so close to me that I could feel his arm touching mine.

My heart was beating super fast, and I couldn't move a thing until Victor finally grabbed my hand, which was lying on my stomach.

"Here's the deal, you'll have a comfortable life, but you'll have to stick around for a while."

My eyes widened again when Victor, who was holding my hand, lifted it and pressed it against his chest.

"What?"

"Live with me and you'll be safe, or if you refuse, it means everything is over."

What Victor was offering wasn't really a choice, because if I didn't accept it, I would die. The gaze that had been sharp before had now turned soft, yet that only made me shiver even more.

He was like a man parched with thirst, and he seemed to want me so badly. I couldn't just accept that.

"Do I have a better option than being killed?"

Victor smiled—more of a sly grin—and it sent even more chills down my spine.

"No, because you know who I am now."

"Do I have time to think it over?" I asked him.

Victor gave a soft snort and said, "You don't need that. You don't have a choice."

Victor's hand went up, gently rubbing the top of my head and stroking my hair. He smiled in a way I'd never seen before.

His face was usually stiff and cold, even harsh, but today he seemed like a different person. He put me under pressure and scared me, but he also showed a softer side.

"You should consider yourself lucky that I didn't kill you. If only I'd still been holding the gun that night, and if only it hadn't been you, that person might be dead," he continued.

"So, why haven't you killed me yet? You know, all your talk about murder is making me frustrated, and I can't see you as my boss anymore," the words just slipped out of me.

Victor was really getting to me, and I was too scared to take a step.

"Because it's you, Scarlett. How could I possibly kill my beloved secretary?"

I'm not sure what's going on in Victor's head. He's really showing me a whole new side of himself.

And... since when did I become his favorite secretary? Ha! Every day he gives me extra work, and I don't get enough rest because of it.

He tells me to organize this schedule and that one, even though Dalton is his personal secretary and I'm just a general secretary!

I just feel like I'm being taken advantage of. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Sir, you really make me work hard every day. I don't even have time to rest, is that what you call 'beloved'?" I asked him, starting to get annoyed.

"That's how I keep you hooked, Scarlett," Victor replied.

His hand moved, gently stroking my cheek. My heart was pounding as Victor's touch made me a bit anxious. What's going on? Why am I acting this way?

I'm not sure why I'm letting my boss touch me.

I brushed his hand away. "Don't touch me. I'm your employee."

Victor let out a little chuckle, then looked at me casually. He didn't say anything for a second, keeping the same position.

His body got closer, so close I couldn't breathe. Our noses were almost touching, and my heart started pounding again.

What was Victor going to do to me?

"Since your body's your guarantee, you're mine, Scarlett."

Then, he kissed my lips like that, holding my jaw. I tried to break the kiss. I shoved his body away, but he was too strong.

He kept kissing me, really forcefully. I could feel his ragged breath, and he was devouring my lips. He even bit my lip.

He's crazy.

SMACK!

I hit him as the kiss ended. My breath was coming in short, gasping bursts, as if I had just run a marathon, because Victor hadn't let me catch my breath.

My hand was burning a little, and the slap was hard enough to make Victor's cheek flush. But his reaction was beyond my expectations.

Victor gave a faint smile, then a real grin. He licked his lips and looked at me like he was trying to say something.

"You have sweet lips."