Nia Mitchell didn't expect that just by holding the CEO's hand to look at a few clothes, she would end up being pinned down and thoroughly ravished.
When she protested with a flushed face afterward, Maxwell Peary acted like a cat that had stolen some fish, letting her say whatever she wanted.
"I hate you!"
Nia Mitchell put on her clothes, standing there with an empty stomach.
"Yeah, I admit it."
"You're ruled by lust!"
"Yeah, that's right, it's me."
"Whose study are you going to tonight?"
"Why? Do you want to change places?"
Maxwell Peary raised his eyebrows at Nia Mitchell, sizing her up as he spoke.
Seeing his expression, Nia Mitchell's face instantly reddened.
"I won't talk to you anymore, I'm going to eat."
"Sweetheart, you didn't get enough earlier?"
"Ahhhhhhh!!!!"
Nia Mitchell stomped her foot, red-faced and embarrassed as she left the second floor, the scene of trouble.
