Chap 2

"B-buy it, Sir? Buy a bikini?" Vivian asked again, in disbelief.

"Yes! Is it so hard for you to understand me? What's your IQ?" Michael snapped harshly, looking at Vivian with annoyance. Usually, he never had to say much. The women who became his secretaries always knew what to do.

But Vivian... she was different. Michael was becoming increasingly curious if her innocence was genuine or just an act. What was the true nature of Vivian Deborah?

"The last IQ test I took was 115, Sir. Above average," Vivian answered casually, thinking Michael was genuinely asking about her IQ. "I understand all your questions, Sir. It's just a little bi-"

"Buy a sexy one! The color should be bright! I like yellow or pink. And make it skimpy! Transparent, if possible!" Michael ordered, tapping the debit card on the desk. His sharp eyes glanced intimidatingly at her.

"There's no such thing as a transparent bikini, Mr. Michael. I've never seen one for sa-"

"Talkative! You're too talkative! Fuck! Can you shut up for once?" Michael shouted, banging the desk slightly.

Vivian swallowed hard. She had never worn a bikini in her life. Her pretty face turned pale, imagining what might happen to her during the vacation.

"What are you thinking?" Michael asked, seeing his new secretary daydreaming. His hawk-like eyes narrowed sharply.

"Thinking about you, Sir," Vivian blurted out. "Oh, no, that's not what I meant," she corrected, feeling awkward. Her stomach churned. Her new boss could be both very intimidating and handsome at the same time.

Michael smiled coldly. The powerful man enjoyed playing with the feelings and bodies of his employees, especially his secretaries. Those he no longer "used" were dismissed with severance packages worth hundreds of millions.

To him, that was compensation for being his living dolls and fulfilling his immense carnal desires. He grinned harshly, convinced that Vivian was just like the other women who pretended to be innocent to seduce him, to gain his favor.

Oh, no, Vivian! Michael thought to himself. 'You can't fool me! You're just like the other cheap women! You're not a virgin, right?' he chuckled internally.

"Book only one room. You'll sleep with me!" Michael commanded again.

"Huh?" Vivian's eyes widened. "S-sleep with you, Sir?"

"Yes, why? Do you mind? Who do you think you are? Being invited to my bed should be an honor for you!" Michael sneered.

Vivian truly felt cornered. Her hands turned cold and trembled with fear.

Humiliated! Yes, she felt utterly humiliated as a woman. Her boss's behavior made her want to slap and pull Michael's hair out. But she needed money for Lilian.

"Just sleeping, right, Sir? Nothing else?" Vivian bargained. She remembered lying about her virginity. This was the consequence. She was thought of as a cheap woman who could be easily seduced.

She certainly didn't want to lose her virginity and purity to a lunatic like Michael. In her mind, she always imagined giving her virginity to her beloved husband in a very romantic setting.

"It's up to me. You're mine, right? I can do whatever I want with you, can't I? Whether I take you to bed or to the moon, it's my choice," Michael laughed freely.

God forbid! Vivian screamed internally. Since when did he own her body and soul? Be strong, Vivian!

"From now on, I'll call you Viv!" said Michael, the man with slanted eyes, giving her a naughty look.

"Okay, Sir. Call me whatever you want. I surrender," Vivian replied weakly.

"Hurry up! Buy a sexy bikini! Remember, a sexy one!" Michael reminded her once again.

Vivian finally nodded in resignation. She walked to the door, picked up the debit card from the desk, and turned to leave.

"Wait!" Michael called, stopping her.

"Yes, Sir?" Vivian turned back to face Michael.

The oriental-looking man stood up and walked slowly. His sharp eyes gazed at Vivian. Even his gaze was degrading. His smile was sinister.

"Do you know? Women everywhere are the same!" Michael whispered, now behind Vivian's ear. His fingers gently grasped her neck. "I'm sure you're the lying type. Acting sweet and innocent, like a dove. Then, once the truth is revealed, you're nothing more than a wolf," he hissed.

"W-what do you mean, Sir? I d-don't understand...," Vivian complained, her throat suddenly dry.

"We'll see how wild you are when the time comes. The time when you have to serve me. Making my nights... colorful," Michael laughed eerily.

Vivian's hair stood on end, hearing Michael's words. As she absorbed each word, it felt like the devil himself was behind her.

Something about Michael seemed very dark and dangerous to Vivian. She didn't know what it was, nor did she know why. But this man was very different from other rich men.

"Understand, Viv?" Michael whispered again, now roughly squeezing Vivian's hip.

"Y-yes, Sir!" Vivian answered, almost shouting because of the pain in her hip.

Michael chuckled, "Get used to the pain from me!"

Vivian nodded, holding back tears. Her heart was filled with fear and sadness at the same time. Did it have to go this far to make money for Lilian's recovery? She prayed for a better life than this.

When she accepted this job yesterday, she already knew her boss was different from others. No training in secretarial school taught how to deal with a boss like Michael Yuan, other than refusing and leaving.

However, refusing wasn't something she could do, right? Lilian's fate was in her hands. Therefore, she had to be strong. She held back her tears.

Her choice was to save her family, even if she had to break herself in the process. This was a choice she consciously made. Following Michael's wishes for fifty million a month was a decision she had agreed to.

"May I leave, S-Sir," she asked with a trembling voice.

"Report back once you've bought the bikini! I'm expecting it today!" Michael reminded her with a sharp glance.

Vivian nodded and tried to smile.

Spending fifteen minutes in the bathroom, Vivian continued to cry. She felt ashamed of herself. Michael's madness made her feel like a puppet.

A middle-aged woman entered the bathroom. She was Mrs. Dewi, from the HR department. Seeing Vivian's tears, she could already guess what had happened.

"Accept it or reject it, that's all. Why cry?" she said, responding to Vivian's condition.

"What do you mean, Ma'am?" Vivian asked, not understanding.

"Mr. Michael's treatment towards you. Just accept it, or reject it. If you accept it, why cry? If you reject it, why are you still here?" explained the HR manager, sighing. She was actually tired of seeing young and beautiful women continuously becoming the object of her boss's fantasies.

"For my sister's recovery, Ma'am. I don't want her to be paralyzed," Vivian sobbed.

"Hmm, okay then. Just go along with it, and enjoy it. Let the passion in your body follow Mr. Michael's game. That way, you won't feel forced."

"How can I enjoy it? I don't like him!" Vivian denied.

"Change your feelings, then. Mr. Michael is handsome and very rich. Usually, all this ends in six months at the latest, and you'll leave with hundreds of millions."

Vivian fell silent. Was her shelf life only six months? She didn't know whether to be grateful or sad hearing this. Grateful because it would all end. Sad because she wouldn't have any more income.

"That's why, in these six months, enrich yourself! So it's not all in vain! Keep asking Mr. Michael for money. As long as you satisfy him, he will be very generous!" Mrs. Dewi continued, chuckling.

"Really? What's the highest record?" Vivian asked curiously.

"There was one who managed to get a billion in six months. Impressive, right?"

Vivian nodded. Wow! Six months and getting a billion? She wanted that! Imagine what she could do for Lilian with that much money?

A smile began to form on her pretty face. She now had a new spirit and a new target. One billion!

Choosing various bikinis in a premium swimwear store. Yellow and pink, those were Mr. Michael's preferences. She picked the skimpiest bikinis, as ordered. The top was a tiny triangle that barely covered her breasts. The bottom was also a very minimal triangle.

"Good evening, Sir," she greeted when Michael answered her call.

"Yes, what is it?" Michael responded.

"Reporting in! I've bought the bikini, Sir!" Vivian joked, mimicking a soldier's report.

"Hmm, okay. Have you bought a shorter pencil skirt yet?" Michael asked.

"I'm about to, Sir. What color do you want? What's your favorite color? Red? Purple? Black? There are so many options!"

Michael was stunned on the other end. Vivian's casual and joking tone felt strange to him. How could she invite him to choose colors? What was this about? "Whatever, as long as it's short. So your triangle underwear can be seen directly. Understand what I mean?" he replied curtly.

"Okay! Will do, Sir!" Vivian chuckled, casually responding to her boss's lewd comments. "Oh, Sir. Can I go to the salon tomorrow using this debit card? I want to beautify myself. I want to wax, he he he."

"What do you want to wax?" Michael teased.

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