(Scarlett’s POV)
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I lounged on the plush sofa in Maxwell’s room, my eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and curiosity as I watched Maxwell pace the room. He thought he could trick me with his s****l advances, but I knew he had other motives. I had always enjoyed toying with men, making them think they own me but truthfully, they are just my subjects for my pleasure.
I leaned back, crossed my legs showing a lot of my skin for him to see. My hair tossed over my shoulder, and I spoke with my voice dripping with mock sympathy, “So” I began casually, my fingers tracking the rim of my wine glass, “Surely, you heard that your ex-wife is doing pretty well these days”
Maxwell stopped pacing, looking at me with his brow furrowing. I came to ask him about his progress to get to my fa
