The CEO's Little Wife

Chapter 10: The Dominant Sugar Daddy

— Please... Don't leave me, okay?

He knelt down, gripping her hand tightly, his husky voice full of desperate pleading.

The cold girl pulled her fingers away one by one, stepped into the luxurious Rolls-Royce, and leaned back as she drove away. Unable to accept the truth, he frantically chased after the receding vehicle, his mouth endlessly calling out her name:

— Linh... please... stay... please...

Startled by the moaning, Binh Minh snapped awake. The dim bedside lamp cast a glow over the man beside her as he furrowed his brow tightly, tears streaming down his face unconsciously while his lips muttered hopeless pleas. Her heart gave a sharp pang, and she gently reached out to shake his shoulder:

— Anh... mister! What's wrong? Mister...

Dang Phong jolted awake, his bloodshot eyes opening to find Binh Minh looking at him with deep concern. Without a second thought, he bolted upright, pulled her tightly into his arms, and buried his face in the warmth of her neck. He greedily inhaled the pure lily fragrance as if trying to anchor himself and regain his composure after the storm in his heart.

Binh Minh was slightly startled, but feeling the man's extreme trembling and unease, she didn't have the heart to push him away. Her small, gentle hand stroked his back in a soothing, comforting motion.

That tenderness acted like a spark reigniting the desires repressed within him for the past seven years. Dang Phong gripped her waist tightly, suddenly nipping lightly at her fair collarbone, causing her to let out a soft gasp. Immediately after, he pressed her down onto the mattress, devouring her full, red lips in a wild, crushing kiss...

That night was an endless sequence of intense passion. The boldness and absolute possessiveness of the 30-year-old man, blended with Binh Minh's innocence and clumsiness, made room 202 explode with heat. The hot skin-to-skin friction, ragged breaths, and involuntary moans crushed beneath deep kisses... He swept her up into an intoxicating storm of love, forcing her to sink and rise with him through the entire long night.

Ting ting... ting ting...

The alarm clock's ringing pulled Binh Minh out of her exhausted sleep. She blinked, groping for the phone beside her pillow. It was already 7:00 AM! She jolted upright in a panic:

— Oh no... I'm going to be late... Ah... ugh...

A sharp pain radiating from her lower waist across her body made her wince, and she slipped back down onto the mattress with a soft groan.

Dang Phong, who had been working at his computer desk, heard the movement, stopped what he was doing, and leisurely walked over to the bed. Looking at her, his eyes were filled with doting affection alongside a faint smile:

— I already called your school and asked for a day off for you today. You don't need to worry about that.

Binh Minh stared at him in a daze, then lowered her gaze to look at herself. She was wearing one of his oversized white dress shirts, the hem falling just barely past her thighs. Recalling the wild, bold scenes of the previous night, her cheeks instantly burned bright red, and she flusteredly turned her face away.

Seeing that shy expression, the corners of Dang Phong's lips curved even higher. He leaned down, whispering right against her ear:

— Weren't you very enthusiastic and obedient last night? Now you know how to be embarrassed?

— You... I... this... this was my first time... — Binh Minh bit her lip tightly, her eyes welling up with tears.

She knew her station, knowing she would have to face this sooner or later, but his intense release last night still made the young girl feel a bit aggrieved.

Dang Phong's gaze softened instantly. Without a word, he leaned down and effortlessly scooped her up into his arms. Startled, Binh Minh instinctively gave his chest a light slap and cried out:

— What are you doing?! Put me down!

— I'm carrying you to take a bath. With your waist hurting like that, how are you supposed to walk on your own?

— No need! I... I can bathe myself!

Dang Phong paused, lowering his gaze to lock eyes with her, his voice dropping into a commanding yet coaxing tone:

— Be a good girl. I'm your sugar daddy, did you forget?

Hearing the words "sugar daddy," Binh Minh was left speechless, resigning herself to silence as she buried her face against his chest. He carried her into the bathroom, meticulously prepared warm water, and helped her settle into the large bathtub. The warm steam spread, causing her aching muscles to completely relax.

He raised an eyebrow at her:

— How does it feel? Do you feel better?

Binh Minh nodded gently. Seeing him leaning against the door frame, staring fixedly at her body beneath the water, she grew so embarrassed she felt as though she couldn't breathe, and spoke up cautiously:

— Sugar Daddy... Are you planning to bathe me yourself?

Dang Phong burst into a loud laugh at her cuteness:

— Ha ha... Is that what you want?

— I... no...

He raised a finger to his lips, signaling for quiet:

— Shh! From now on, you are not allowed to refer to yourself formally with me.

Binh Minh looked confused:

— Then... how should I refer to myself?

— As "Em" (I/me).

— Huh?

— I mean, from now on when you're in front of me, you must refer to yourself as "Em" and call me "Anh" (Older brother/me). Understand?

— Yes... em... I understand.

— Good girl. — Dang Phong smiled, patting her head.

Knowing that if he stayed any longer, this little girl would be so mortified she'd crawl to the bottom of the tub, he took the initiative to step outside and close the door.

Leaning against his desk, Dang Phong couldn't help but chuckle to himself. This girl was truly too adorable and pure. Last night, he had only intended to use her scent to suppress the nightmares of his past, but her gentleness and sweetness had completely shattered his control.

It had been seven years since the day Linh abandoned him to pursue her study-abroad dream with another man. Over the past seven years, he had locked away his heart, burying himself in work day and night, forgetting all of his own emotions.

Starting out as a poor student whose mother had passed away, it wasn't until he was 25 that he was acknowledged by his father and entered the ruthless business world to take over the corporation. He often wondered: if he had been acknowledged by his father sooner back then, would the girl he loved most have left him?

Yet last night, for the first time in seven years, another girl was able to fill the dark void in his heart.

Click...

The sound of the bathroom door opening cut through Dang Phong's train of thought. Binh Minh stepped out shyly, wearing only a white bath towel wrapped securely around her chest.

— Sorry... Anh... I don't have a change of clothes...

Dang Phong froze as he stared at her. Water droplets still clinging to her smooth skin, her slender shoulders, and her long, graceful legs struck his eyes, forcing him to swallow hard. He cursed silently in his mind: You silly girl, do you really have no idea how lethal your current appearance is?

Seeing his burning gaze locked onto her, Binh Minh realized her lapse in composure in a panic, hastily retreating and slamming the bathroom door shut.

Dang Phong snapped back to reality instantly. He stood up, grabbed the exquisite white dress he had had prepared early that morning, walked over, and knocked on the door:

— Sorry, I was lost in thought just now and forgot. Open the door and take your clothes to put on.

The door inched open a small crack, and a small, trembling hand reached out. This cautious action of a little rabbit wary of a sly wolf made Dang Phong chuckle slightly. He gently placed the dress into her hand and returned to his desk, leaving her with her own private space.