Chap 4

Vivian's pale hand grew even paler and colder. Michael’s breath brought two different sensations at the same time. It tickled her heart, but also frightened her simultaneously.

The masculine fragrance emanated from the CEO's strong body. Any woman would be captivated by that aroma. It had a distinct masculine quality.

Vivian could feel sweat starting to form on her palms, making them damp. She wanted to move, to run. But she couldn’t even turn her head. She just froze and held her breath repeatedly.

"Why do you look so pale? Hungry?" Michael inquired, looking strangely at Vivian, who responded with a shake of her head.

She wanted to flee, but was held back by the desire to earn as much money as possible. However, the fear of Michael Yuan’s crazy antics made her shiver, with cold sweat now freely running down her forehead.

"Are you sick?" Michael asked again.

"N-no, Sir. I-I'm just a-afraid of flying," Vivian lied again, trying to regain control.

"Afraid of flying on a private jet too?" Michael mocked, boasting about the expensive plane they were about to board.

"As long as your private jet is still categorized as a plane, yes, I'm scared, Sir!" Vivian replied, wiping her face with a tissue.

Just as Michael was about to engage in this debate, a bodyguard approached and announced that their plane was ready.

"Let's go! The plane is ready!" he ordered, standing up and walking ahead, leaving Vivian a few steps behind. One of the guards carried her large suitcase.

Michael's private jet was indeed extraordinarily luxurious. Vivian’s rural eyes widened in astonishment. She repeatedly exclaimed in awe and walked around to see the opulence displayed in every inch of the plane. She took out her phone and snapped some selfies. When else would she get to be on a private jet, she thought.

The smell of expensive wood and the finest carpets blended beautifully with various crystals around. From the lamps, flower vases, to the drinking equipment like the liquor bottles and glasses.

"If you're done acting like a bumpkin, sit here. Next to me!" Michael ordered coldly.

Vivian smiled and chuckled softly. She didn’t care about Michael's constant derision. Her mind had been set to respond casually. After all, the 1M was her goal behind all this.

Following her boss’s order, she sat next to him. "Shall I get you a drink, Sir?" she offered, glancing at the drink table in the corner. "Whiskey, Gin and Tonic? Jack Daniels?"

"That's the stewardess's job. Your job is to satisfy me! Haven’t you figured that out yet? And you claim to have an IQ of 115?" Michael scolded, frowning.

Vivian took a long breath. "You’re always angry, Sir. You’ll age quickly! Smile a little, Sir!" she retorted playfully, teasing him. She was curious about never seeing a genuine smile on Michael's lips.

"What did you say? I’m always angry?" Michael hissed. His index finger touched Vivian's chin, turning her face towards him.

"Uh, no. Uh, yes. I don’t know, Sir. It's just that you always sound angry. I'm confused sometimes. Is it really beca-"

Vivian couldn’t finish her sentence because Michael's index finger had already pressed against her red lips, signaling her to stop talking.

"Do you want to know why I always scold you, Viv?" he whispered, bringing his face closer.

Now the distance between Michael's lips and Vivian's was only about ten centimeters. His secretary nodded. Of course, she wanted to know why her boss was so cold and angry.

"Because you take too long to do this to me!" Michael said, then moved his face even closer until there was no distance between them.

Vivian didn’t understand what her boss meant. Do what? Do what to whom?

Suddenly... Their lips met. Michael kissed Vivian so abruptly. It felt slow, warm, and tender. As if tasting a fresh fruit and not wanting it to end soon.

Vivian's heart leaped wildly. She never expected to be kissed so warmly by Michael, with all the harshness she had seen before.

During the kiss, Vivian didn’t dare open her eyes. She couldn’t stand seeing Michael’s handsome face so close in front of her. The CEO's breath was audible, clearly brushing against her cheek.

Michael's lips captured Vivian's lower lip. Slightly biting and pulling it up, very slowly. He repeated this move three times before kissing her full lips again.

His palm wandered behind her neck, holding her head so she couldn’t pull back as he pressed his lips harder, with more intense kisses, without pause.

Vivian found it hard to breathe. Not only because of the uninterrupted series of kisses but also because of the pounding in her chest that was starting to enjoy it all.

Yes, enjoy it. Swayed by the CEO’s handsomeness and the serene atmosphere. Forgetting how crazy Michael Yuan could be when intimidating.

"I've been waiting since you first arrived for you to please me with a kiss like this. But unfortunately, you’re so slow!" Michael exclaimed, suddenly ending the kiss without warning.

He flicked his secretary’s forehead and grumbled again. "So, learn a lot! Find out how to please your boss!"

Michael's loud voice interrupted this fleeting fantasy. Back to reality. Vivian opened her eyes. She looked around, seeing her angry, grumpy, and perverted boss sitting next to her. This isn’t a Cinderella story, Vivian! she scolded herself.

Two stewardesses entered the cabin. Young women who might only be twenty years old. Wearing mini skirts and tops that only reached just below their breasts.

Vivian noticed the stewardesses’ outfits and realized they were wearing cheerleader uniforms. The two girls looked at her with contempt and disdain.

"Watch this, Viv! Look and learn!" Michael whispered.

"Good morning, Mr. Michael," greeted a stewardess with reddish hair. She immediately hugged and kissed Michael on the lips.

"Good morning too, Diana," Michael replied, kissing the woman named Diana who then sat on his left thigh.

"Where’s my kiss, Mr. Michael?" whined the other woman, also bending down and ending with a kiss between them.

"Mmh, your lips always taste like strawberries, Eve," Michael sighed.

Vivian turned away with a blushing face.

What kind of show is this? Insane! The higher the plane climbed into the sky, the crazier Michael's behavior became.

"Who is this, Mr. Michael? A new toy?" Diana sneered, glancing at Vivian.

"I'm a human! Not a toy!" snapped Vivian, returning the disdainful glance with a sharp look.

"Surprising choice, Mr. Michael? She’s not like Amber at all," Eve chuckled mockingly.

"Hey! Shut up!" Vivian shouted, feeling disgusted by this conversation. Who is this Amber anyway, she wondered.

Michael laughed seeing his secretary lose her temper. "She’s still learning. Do you want to teach her?"

"Yes, Sir!" Eve and Diana replied in unison. They continued to flirt and kiss Michael’s face.

Vivian's eyes widened even more. Her breath caught in her throat. The thought of being ganged up on by Michael and these two women made her even more terrified. Her forehead and palms were again damp with cold sweat.

Feeling he had played enough, the baritone voice said, "Now, make me my favorite light cocktail," Michael ordered, pushing the two women off his lap.

"What did you learn from that show?" Michael asked, focusing back on Vivian.

"That you like to give lessons to new secretaries like me?" Vivian replied, sounding sarcastic and silly.

Michael looked at Vivian even more sharply, squinting his eyes. His lips formed a straight line. For a moment, he looked like a ferocious wolf eyeing its prey.

"Eve! Diana! Come here!" Michael shouted without taking his eyes off Vivian.

"Yes, Sir?" they answered flirtatiously, in unison.

"Teach Vivian how to please me!" Michael hissed, grinning.

"Huh? N-no, Sir! I don’t need to be taught!" Vivian quickly refused. She even stood up from her seat, moving away from Michael and the two women.

"Refusing? I’ll throw you off the plane, want that?" Michael threatened, looking even more vicious. "Hugo! Take this woman to the cargo hold and throw her out!"

Instantly, a large man came running. "Which woman, Sir?" Hugo asked, confused.

"Vivian!" Michael answered briefly.

"Eeeeeh! Sir! Don’t do that! Okay, okay, I’ll learn!" Vivian screamed, quickly sitting back next to Michael, escaping from Hugo.

After signaling Hugo to leave, Michael then gestured to Eve and Diana to start this morning's lesson.

"The journey is still long, about an hour and a half.

Make sure you learn a lot, Viv! Begin!"

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