The third knock on Jose’s door made him pull it open, and he was t with Julie’s bright, nervous smile.
"Jose... hi," she waved, a little childlike in her nervousness. Jose frowned, clearly not expecting her.
"What are you doing here?" he asked coldly.
"I... I missed you. And I have a lot to say... including apologizing," she murmured, pressing her lips together and looking at him, waiting for a reaction. But Jose stayed firm, unreadable.
"Can I co in?" she asked, stepping forward, but Jose blocked her way.
"Have you ever... considered as a man?" he asked quietly, seriously.
"Huh?" Julie blinked, confused.
"Or do you just see as soone who’s always there... soone you can just walk into my room and do whatever you want, without thinking how I feel?" he continued, tilting his head. Julie froze, staring up at him, unsure what to say___
What had gotten into Jose? Couldn’t he just forgive her?
"You can co in... if you’ve ever considered as a man, and if I know how to satisfy a woman... make her feel good..." he concluded, his gaze fixed on her. Julie lowered her head, gulping hard.
"See? You’ve never once considered as a man, Julie. Stay away from . If you ever knock on this door again... don’t bla for what I might do."
With that, he shut the door in her face.
Julie shuddered, swallowing hard. She clenched the tip of her dress so tightly she crouched down, hot tears streaming down her face.
Behind the door, Jose leaned against it, sighing in frustration. He pressed his palm to his chest, which was pounding fast, aching painfully.
...
Raymond wasn’t around; he had left with Dickson. Candy stepped into the room to start her work—cleaning the bathroom and preparing his evening bath.
"Hope he isn’t around," she murmured, looking around. There was no sign of him. She smirked and rushed toward his bed, flipping onto it and swinging her legs playfully.
"Oh my... it’s so soft," she said, tossing herself around.
She walked to the table, grabbed one of his lollipops, popped it into her mouth, and savored it.
"Hmm... this is good," she murmured before leaping back onto the bed.
When she was done enjoying the bed’s softness, she got up and walked toward the bathroom to start cleaning. She turned the knob, pushed the door open, and stepped inside.
What she saw next nearly sucked the air from her lungs. The lollipop fell from her mouth, clattering to the floor.
Her golden eyes widened as she took in the half-naked man who had just finished his bath, a towel dangling loosely around his waist, about to wrap himself.
Candy’s mind scread at her to look away—but she couldn’t. Her eyes traveled from Raymond’s face, calm and unreadable, down to his chiselled chest, his defined abs... and then lingered on the forbidden fruit.
"Ohhhh my..." she gasped, covering her mouth, unable to tear her eyes away. It was huge, long, thick... veins decorating it. Her mind raced.
"Hu...hu...huge..." she stuttered, finally forcing her gaze upward again. Raymond’s expression remained calm. He didn’t seem shocked—or prepared to cover himself.
"You already saw everything? Are you done?" he asked nonchalantly.
Candy shook her head nervously.
"I... I didn’t see anything..." Candy whispered, spinning toward the door, her heart hamring as if trying to escape her chest. Every instinct scread at her to run, to disappear, but Raymond was faster. His hand shot out, grabbing her wrist with a firm grip that made her shiver. He spun her back toward him, and suddenly she was trapped. Her whole body trembled, eyes squeezed tightly shut, unwilling to et his gaze.
Raymond tilted his head, a faint, almost predatory smile tugging at the corner of his lips before vanishing. "Do you know you’ve always been a pain in the ass?" he murmured, his voice low, deceptively calm. Candy shook her head, barely breathing, her thoughts jumbled and panicked.
"Open your eyes, little mosquito," he commanded, tone firm, leaving no room for argunt.
Candy’s head shook stubbornly. She could not, would not, look at him like that. The thought alone made her stomach twist into knots.
"I... I... d-don’t want to open them... you’re naked, boss," she admitted in a trembling whisper, each word betraying her fear and embarrassnt.
Raymond scoffed, low and amused, a sound that made her skin crawl. "But you’ve already seen everything. Why put on this act now?" he said. His question hung in the air, rhetorical, impossible to answer.
"Open your eyes," he repeated, sharper this ti. Candy squeezed them even tighter, refusing, a futile rebellion that made her heart race faster.
"It’s a mistake, boss. Please... just let go... I’m sorry," she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of the mont.
Raymond stepped back slightly, then approached her again, deliberately slow. Every step seed to draw the air out of the room, leaving her hyperaware of his presence. "You can open them now," he said, voice soft, almost gentle, yet filled with authority.
"No... I..." she whispered, voice barely audible.
"I’ve covered up. Open your eyes. Don’t make repeat myself." His words cut through her hesitation, leaving no space for denial.
Reluctantly, Candy opened her eyes. Her gaze t his imdiately, and her breath hitched. Silver eyes burned into hers, intense and commanding.
He was draped in a white robe, yet the intensity of his presence made her forget everything else. Every instinct to flee vanished as he drew closer.
"What should I do with you now, little mosquito? You really need to be punished... severely," he murmured, his hand sliding over hers, pulling her nearer. Her chest pressed against his, sending an involuntary shiver through her body.
"I’m going to punish you... real bad tonight," he continued, voice low, hypnotic, almost intoxicating. Her heart raced—not from fear, but from a foolish anticipation she couldn’t deny.
"I’m sorry, boss. I didn’t an to see your..." She faltered, unable to finish.
"Please... spare ," she added, voice small, pleading. Their eyes locked, magnetic, unblinking, electric.
"There’s no escape for you," Raymond whispered.
Candy’s lips parted nervously, a slight lick of her tongue betraying her tension. His gaze followed the motion, drifting from her eyes to her lips, daring, tempting, silently demanding a reaction she didn’t yet understand.
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