Chap 5

After shouting the word "Start!", Michael pulled the lever to the right of his seat, reclining the backrest.

"Watch out, if you close your eyes, you're fired!" he threatened seriously.

Eve and Diana giggled, watching Vivian being constantly threatened and yelled at by their boss. These two plus-size flight attendants seemed jealous of Vivian's position as a secretary. They only accompanied him in the air, while Vivian was with Michael everywhere.

Swallowing her saliva repeatedly, Vivian felt her body starting to tremble with fear. Being at an altitude of tens of thousands of feet, with no way out, she was forced to see things she had never seen before.

"Enough!" Michael suddenly shouted, stopping everything. Just as he abruptly stopped kissing Vivian a few hours ago, now he halted the heated game without warning.

Diana and Eve immediately raised their heads, shocked by the unusual request. Why were they asked to stop? Michael was at the hottest point.

"Relax, nothing's wrong. As usual, your service is always satisfying. But today's lesson is enough. Let Vivian continue!" Michael said, glancing mischievously at his secretary.

"W-what?" Vivian was startled and reflexively shook her head. "M-me, S-sir?"

Michael signaled for Eve and Diana to leave. "Close the curtains!" Michael ordered, glancing at the drapes.

Diana nodded, pulling the golden-yellow fabric. As she took her final step, she whispered to Vivian, "Good luck with your lesson! Hope you fail and get thrown out of the plane!"

Hearing such a nasty curse didn't make Vivian flinch. There was something more terrifying and intimidating than just a cheerleader-clad flight attendant.

There, in the finest leather chair in the world, Michael Ardillo Yuan Sutanto was waiting for her to continue the lesson.

"Do what Diana and Eve showed you earlier!" he ordered in a cold tone.

Michael reclined back in the chair. A mischievous, fierce smile was aimed solely at Vivian. "What are you waiting for? Do it quickly!" he barked impatiently.

Vivian tried to step forward, but it felt incredibly heavy. After just one step, she stopped. Her heart screamed in panic. She was so nervous that she bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling. The tips of her fingers clutched at the mini skirt she wore.

Michael was irritated. His strong body rose from the chair, approaching Vivian. Each step felt like a threat. Each breath made him the dominant madman. Each gaze brought unending intimidation.

He pushed Vivian's body until it was pressed against the cabin wall. Quickly, her shapely body was trapped by muscular arms and legs. She bowed her head, not daring to look at her boss, who was furious. She wasn't ready to be fired or thrown from the air.

"Look at me, Viv!" he demanded, touching her chin and lifting her head until their eyes met again.

Tears were visible at the corners of her sad eyes. Michael's sharp gaze bore into her tearful eyes. "Why are you crying? Afraid of me?" he hissed, half-whispering.

"I-I'm in shock, S-sir. N-never seen anything l-like... w-what just happened," Vivian stuttered, half-sobbing.

Michael merely chuckled indifferently. He didn't care if Vivian cried her heart out.

Vivian tried to steel herself to obey her boss's order. The figure of 1 million constantly flashed in her mind. All for 1 million! Yes, 1 million for Lilian! she screamed silently.

Lady Luck seemed to be on Vivian's side. Suddenly, there was a violent jolt, and the plane swayed from side to side. The pilot's voice soon came on, asking all passengers to return to their seats and fasten their seat belts.

"Fuck!" Michael cursed. His plan to make love on the plane, as he often did, was thwarted.

He reluctantly released the hold on Vivian. Both returned to their seats. Her still trembling hands made it difficult for Vivian to fasten her seatbelt.

She tried multiple times but always failed.

"Stupid! Can't even fasten a seatbelt!" Michael scoffed, brushing her hands aside and fastening the seatbelt himself. "Afraid this plane will crash? Or afraid of me? Why are your hands shaking?" he asked.

Vivian remained silent. Both clearly scared her. Through the plane's window, lightning and dark clouds roared. The plane's turbulence was caused by bad weather. The pilot's voice came again, announcing they would soon pass through the storm.

Her hands continued to tremble. The thought of death crossed her mind. Dying with her lecherous boss would be a tragic end. This wasn't the life story she wanted. Her breath began to hitch, and tears flowed like rain.

"Viv! We're not going to die! It's just normal turbulence!" Michael shouted in her ear. An odd way to reassure. Everything from Michael was always full of shouting. "Stop crying! I don't like seeing people cry!" he barked.

Vivian took a deep breath. In her mind, she imagined scratching Michael, hitting him, and pulling his hair out until he was completely bald.

How could he still be yelling at her at such a critical moment? What a heartless man! she cursed internally. She tried to calm herself. She closed her eyes to avoid looking out the window. She regulated her breathing until it became steady again.

The plane gradually stabilized; there was no more turbulence. They had successfully passed through the storm. Vivian opened her eyes and cheered in relief, grateful she had survived.

"Let's continue the lesson, shall we? Come on, sit in front of me! Do as Eve and Diana did earlier!" Michael ordered, grinning.

Vivian's eyes widened. This maniac! Still thinking about such things when they could have died in the storm!

But once again, Lady Luck was on her side. The pilot announced they would soon land and instructed not to unfasten seat belts.

"Shit!" Michael cursed, frustrated at his failed attempt to fool around with Vivian on the plane.

Shortly after the turbulence subsided, the plane landed, and the weather below was bright and cheerful. The two disembarked, accompanied by bodyguards behind them. The cheerleader-uniformed flight attendants could only watch enviously from a distance as Michael and Vivian walked together.

"Sir, I'm hungry," Vivian commented, rubbing her flat stomach. "Are you hungry?"

"Hungry! But I want to eat you!" Michael replied, glancing irritably. He was still annoyed at failing to make love on the plane.

"I'm not tasty, Sir. Not very delicious," Vivian laughed, giggling.

Michael scoffed. He was annoyed every time Vivian joked. "Later at the hotel, quickly put on your bikini. Be warned, if it's not sexy, I'll—"

"Fire me! Yes, yes, Sir. If it's not sexy, you'll fire me. Understood," Vivian interrupted, already familiar with Michael's threats always involving the word "fire."

Michael was taken aback. This was the first time someone interrupted him, and it was his secretary! However, Vivian ignored him and continued walking toward the food counter.

"Where are you going, huh?" Michael shouted.

"Getting food, Sir! Do you want some?" Vivian responded nonchalantly, glancing back only once at Michael before walking on.

"Damn it! Just you wait! I'll make you scream at the hotel!" Michael hissed, increasingly annoyed by his secretary's indifference. He and the bodyguards had to wait for her to buy snacks.

Soon, Vivian returned, carrying two packages. "One is for you, Sir," she said, handing one to Michael.

"I don't eat this kind of food! I eat expensive food!" Michael snapped, harshly knocking the food out of her hand.

"It's tasty, Sir. Just one bite!" Vivian coaxed, breaking off a piece of the bread and offering it to Michael.

"Are you crazy? I don't want it!" he refused more harshly, causing the bread in Vivian's hand to fall to the floor.

"Alright then! Hugo, this is for you!" Vivian joked, handing the package to the head bodyguard.

The tall, burly man was confused. He looked at Michael, seeking permission to accept it. When a nod was given, he accepted and tasted it. "You're right, Miss! It's very good!" he exclaimed enthusiastically.

"See, Sir? It's really good! Regret not tasting it earlier?" Vivian teased, sticking out her tongue at Michael.

"What the…" Michael mumbled, half-shouting. How dare Vivian stick her tongue out at him? At Michael Yuan, whom his business rivals feared?

Michael was frustrated and annoyed. He grabbed Vivian's arm, causing her to turn and collide with his broad chest. His sharp gaze pierced through. Vivian stood still, waiting for what would happen next.

"If you stick out your tongue like that again, I'll make you lick my entire body, from top to bottom! Front to back! Understand?" he growled, his voice full of menace.

Vivian blinked, then nodded slowly. She didn't even dare to clean the remaining bread at the corner of her lips with her tongue, fearing it would be seen as sticking out her tongue at Michael.

They then got into the car waiting at the exit gate, heading to a hotel by the beach.

Entering the super luxurious room, Vivian gaped. The bed was enormous, with exquisite details everywhere. A glitter of gold and silver spread, even to the bathroom.

Michael had already ordered her to change into the sexy bikini he bought yesterday. Sunbathing was one of his favorite activities, especially with a woman accompanying him.

Vivian looked at herself in the mirror. Her body looked so provocative and exposed.

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