CHAPTER 2: AN AUDIT IN THE DARK
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The Maybach ripped through the night, hurtling toward a high-end apartment complex isolated from the noise of Saint Mary Academy. Inside the car, the air was thick with tension. Hoac Kinh gripped the steering wheel so hard the veins on the back of his hands bulged. The young man was struggling to regulate his ragged breathing, while Kieu Yen sat beside him, leaning her head nonchalantly against the window. Her indifferent eyes watched the passing streetlights as if she were the true master of this space.
The car came to a halt in a private underground garage. Without a word, Hoac Kinh grabbed Kieu Yen’s wrist roughly, dragging her straight into the elevator leading to his secret penthouse—a place he used for hosting his wealthy socialite friends or, occasionally, staying overnight to escape his family's control.
Thud.
The heavy leather-clad door slammed shut. Hoac Kinh pinned Kieu Yen against the wall, his powerful arms locking her into the narrow space. The dim amber light from the hallway spilled in, highlighting his sharp features, now radiating an aura of intimidation.
"Kieu Yen, you should know better than to play with fire," Hoac Kinh growled, his other hand gripping her chin, forcing her to face him. "Sponsorship? You think a few cheap tricks in the car are enough for me to open my wallet? Let’s see if the 'merchandise' you’re so confident about is actually worth the price."
Kieu Yen’s lips curled into a faint smirk. To her, the aggression of an adolescent boy was nothing more than a clumsy performance. Far from being afraid, she proactively pressed closer, molding her body against his heaving chest.
"You want to audit the merchandise?" she whispered, her voice low yet commanding—the voice of someone born to rule. "Then don't just stand there like a statue."
Kieu Yen reached up, slowly unbuttoning Hoac Kinh’s dress shirt one by one. Her hands were cold, but as they grazed his burning skin, they felt like electric sparks exploding. Hoac Kinh froze. He had intended to take the lead, to use his strength to suppress this poor girl, but the way her breath brushed past his Adam's apple left him paralyzed.
She didn’t wait for him to react. Kieu Yen spun him around, pushing Hoac Kinh back onto the luxurious leather sofa in the center of the living room. She straddled his lap, her slender fingers weaving through the messy hair of the arrogant young master.
"Young Master Hoac, watch closely. A real woman never just lies there and waits."
Kieu Yen leaned down. Her kiss carried none of the shyness or innocence of a high school girl. It was an act of possession—the seductive guidance of someone who had stood at the pinnacle of society in her past life. She nipped lightly at his lower lip, provoking the primal instinct hidden beneath his naive bad-boy persona.
The hands that had originally intended to push her away now instinctively tightened around her waist. He felt like a small boat swept into a storm named Kieu Yen. This sensation was entirely different from the shallow kisses and empty flirtations he had experienced before. Kieu Yen was too intense, too proactive; she knew exactly where his weak spots were, and how to make his breath turn into chaos with just a light touch to his earlobe.
In the darkness of the luxury apartment, only the sound of heavy breathing and the rustle of fabric remained. Hoac Kinh completely lost his usual bravado. He was intoxicated by her control, his eyes bloodshot with desire and the exploding curiosity of a seventeen-year-old.
"Yen Yen..." he called her name hoarsely, a plea filled with involuntary submission.
Kieu Yen stopped exactly at the peak of the climax. She pulled back, looking at the gasping young man before her with a mocking glint in her eyes. She fixed her ruffled hair, stood up, and leisurely rebuttoned her school uniform.
"Was that enough for an audit, Young Master?" Hoac Kinh was stunned, a sense of hollow longing washing over him. He looked at the girl standing there; she was still in her worn-out uniform, yet her aura was so brilliant it made him feel small.
"I want this month’s sponsorship money by tomorrow morning at school," Kieu Yen demanded calmly. "And remember this: you might be the master of this house, but in this game... I’m the one who makes the rules."
With that, she turned and walked away with total indifference, leaving Hoac Kinh sitting in the dark apartment, his heart pounding wildly for the very person he had always looked down upon.
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