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you must take no this tine

Cush's POVI

i stood on the swings and listened to the crowd chant my name in unison.

I won, and I successfully kicked off the first step of my revenge plan.

I bowed politely and swung, and when I reached the highest point, I gave a stiff leap and stepped onto the hidden exit.

As my feet hit the ground, I realized that I was cold at my cheek.

When I touched it with my hand, it was actually tears.

What a happy moment, why was I crying? I craned my head down to look at the audience, still craning their necks and shouting my name in excitement.

It was like a fan hovering after a superstar's concert, waiting for their idol to take the stage again.

My head hurt so badly that it felt like it was going to explode, and even worse, I couldn't breathe.

I brushed aside everyone who greeted me with "congratulations" and quickly crossed the hallway to open the back door.

The cold late-night wind blew in, freezing me, and the smell of aphrodisiacs blew off my body, my slightly foggy mind finally calmed down and I could breathe again.

I leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette, taking a long inhale and a long exhale.

The moon is so big and bright in the sky, I wonder what Tyrell is doing and if he misses me?

I'll have to ask later, the winning prize is 50,000, when will it come in?

Take out the rent, prepaid private dance lessons, hired performers, and an estimated $40,000 saved to continue supporting the investigation for 2 months.

It's all worth it, well, worth it.

"HEY, congratulations," a small man, rubbing his bleeding forehead, smiled as he approached, "I'm a good actor, aren't I? Said hooligan and bled."

I couldn't help but laugh when I saw the actor Tyrell found for me"Awesome, you're definitely going to be a movie star in the future."

I pulled out a roll of prepared American money and looked apologetically at the bruise on his forehead "Did I hit it hard, does it still hurt?"

The smaller man didn't take the money and winked with a bad smile, "I wouldn't dare ask my sister-in-law for money, dective tyrell would get mad."

I finally laughed thinking about how cute Tyrell looked when he was sulking. "COME ON, I'll be pissed if you don't get paid, and Tyrell will be even more pissed by then. "

"okay, okay," the smaller man laughed as he took it and started to tease again "Tyrell must be so jealous of me today, he must be super eager to come and support you."

I was surprisingly too shy to know what to say, my cheeks burning, when the sound of hurried footsteps came from behind me.

The smaller man immediately curbed his smile and turned to leave.

I put my cigarette out and turned my head to see that it was Apple, the waiter.

Just like her name, Apple apple face, looking innocent and sweet, at this point she gasped a little, "Cush, Carl, the boss, wants to see you?"

I was really surprised, "Are you sure?"

Carl is a legendary figure in the underground entertainment industry, said to be a man of mysterious origins, black and white, who became the boss of the East End in just two or three years, and gobbled up the West End a year later.

But his most notorious title is Master of s*x, and both Princess Melissa, a royal, and the daughter of the richest man, have fallen for him.Why did he want to see himself?

Is he going to give himself a raise after seeing the performance just now?

I nodded vigorously in anticipation and walked back with Apple.Apple, still in the afterglow of the show, said excitedly, "You were amazing, I've never seen such a stunning performance, Bella was naked and still lost, she was so mad she smashed the dressing table. What's your secret to winning?"

What's the secret to winning?

It's actually quite simple.

Like Hitler said, "people love the harsh rulers more than the beggars", though not everyone needs to get it.

I smiled and patted Apple's head, "You go ahead and get busy, I'll change and go up."

Not wanting to get in trouble for the provocative performance outfit, I went back to the dressing room first and changed back into my outfit, a long black coat and trousers, wrapped so tightly that I couldn't see a single curve.

Finally I carefully pulled out Tyrell's handmade pins and sharply put my long hair up.

I looked in the mirror, gray as a shadow, not arousing men's s****l desires in the slightest, which was nice.

I walked towards the elevator, calculating in my mind that Carl should want to sign an exclusive contract and that I must seize the opportunity to sell him on my upgrade proposal for a test opportunity to be a partner.

Before I knew it, the 6th floor arrived.

This is a restricted area of Twilght, and not only have I never been there, but the manager and foreman have never even stepped foot in it.

There was a slight "creak" and the camera in the elevator rotated for a moment, then the doors opened and a sense of oppression washed over them.

The five strong bodyguards, with sharp eyes, stood in a formation that was both defensive and offensive.

In just a few short steps, I already somehow felt my scalp tingle and my heart panic.

Walking to the only door of the room and stopping, a bouncer looked up and down before opening the door, c*****g his head and gesturing for me to enter.　

　I had just taken two steps when the door slammed behind me.　

　A click, clean, sharp, as if the retreat had been cut.　

　Combined with the ambiguous lighting, the couch was a mess, and the air was mixed with the various scents of alcohol and a hint of the characteristic sweet, cloying smell of post-s*x.

Instinctively a little scared, I took a step backwards.That's when a warmth came from behind me and a tall, strong man pressed up against my back.

We pressed close, the man's panting warmly swimming in our ears, his gasps ambiguous and seductive.

This is nothing like what was envisioned.

My cold sweat broke out, and I forced myself to calm down, "Carl, you wanted to see me?"

Carl seemed amused, his strong chest twitching slightly, and the next moment, hot kisses were imprinted directly on the nape of my neck, Carl nimbly licking at the sensitive spot on my neck, before gently taking my earlobe, rolling and sucking with increased force.

The strange lust was so frightening that I forgot to negotiate and kept struggling, "Let go of me, let go of me--"

Carl turned a deaf ear and embraced me as I spun forward and ended up pressed right up against the mirror.

With a cold mirror in front of me and a hot man behind me, I couldn't struggle and was filled with humiliation and anger.

Tyrell was super against my plan and couldn't really argue, so he reluctantly recommended Cush as some kind of best employer in the biz.

Bullshit, just a horny, sperm-headed pervert on sight.

I'm going to blow this pervert's head off.

The very second I laid hands on him, I noticed something unusual.

I stared at the mirror in front of me, a surprising distance separating myself from the image in the mirror.

It's a two-sided mirror, and there's someone in there, watching what's going on.

What the hell is this about?

By now Carl's right hand had dug in through the hem of my blouse and grabbed my left breast, "Stay with me all night and I'll make you famous, how about that?"

Carl's voice was low and husky, full of lust and compulsion.

I looked at him in the mirror, and it was as if there was a fire in his aquamarine eyes, and fire flowed everywhere his fingers went, burning unbearably.　

　"What answer do you want to hear?"

"i don't take no for answer, so of course, I do."

His left hand slipped in along with it, but I had a NO written on my back.

So that's what he wanted.

He wanted me to play along with her.

I nodded gently as she gathered all her courage and turned around, standing on her tiptoes and offering to kiss him.

Carl raises an eyebrow in surprise, then smiles evilly and bites me on the lips!OMG, Tyrell is always gentle and has never kissed me like that before.

I whimpered out in pain as Carl suddenly changed his bite to a bite and heavily pressed and sucked on her lips, and then those lips and tongue actually picked through her teeth and slid into her mouth, hooking her tongue, sucking, pressing, and pushing against it over and over again, as if he wanted to swallow her up.

My mouth was full of his saliva, the taste of him, he must have just drunk a 1982 General Thunder, his mouth was light and fruity.

So, there was another kind of kiss that was like this.

Like fire, burning me to the bone.

Like a beast, too, sucking the tip of my tongue to numbness.

I looked up, overwhelmed, just in time to see the intoxication and frenzy in Carl's eyes.

Carl was extremely perceptive, and he caught my probing in a flash, suddenly pivoting his palms, holding my hips with one hand and going to unbuckle his belt with the other.

Action, right here and now.I quickly pulled off the pin, reversed it in one motion, and aimed the sharp end of that pin at my throat.

Carl's body lurched and he blurted out, "Don't you dare."

I finally stopped hiding my eyes, I was sick of these disrespectful dudes who don't respect women.

It was determined, cold, and her voice was like ice, implying a warning, "I have a boyfriend, you have to take no this time." Carl's eyes got complicated for a moment.