5 No Guidance

**Skylar**

There was something different about Max's appearance this time. I just realized it.

This time he wasn't wearing an expensive suit. His look wasn't as neat as usual either. Now he looked disheveled, unlike the Max I usually saw.

Max is wearing a tight black T-shirt with a leather vest of the same color. The vest is shiny and looks expensive. On the right side of his chest is his name, his short name, Maxim. Below that is another word in the same gold color: president.

His usually slick hair was left messy. The jeans he was wearing were torn and full of holes. Combined with his black leather shoes and belt, his current look made him look nothing like Maximilian, the tycoon CEO of ThunderWheels, the largest motorcycle and car manufacturing company.

When I was in front of the table, directly across from him, he stood up. He took something from the small cabinet next to the bed, which made him turn his back to me. And that was when I saw the words "Wild Hurricane" along with a picture of a hurricane with a wolf's head in the middle. It was written and drawn on the back of the vest.

This was the first time I’d seen Max wearing clothes like that. Instead of looking like a wealthy CEO, he looked like a wild and fierce gangster. He seemed even more unapproachable.

Max then turned around, looking at me with hands no longer empty, but holding a bottle. “Have you prepared yourself?”

“Huh?”

“I’m asking if you’re ready this time?”

“I haven’t given…”

"You came here, which means you agree," he said firmly, leaving no room for argument. He walked toward me and placed the bottle in my hand.

I just stared at the object and Max alternately. I was still trying to process his words.

“Three days from three days ago is today. Give me your answer.”

Ah, so that’s why Max gave me this bottle. He was so confident I wouldn’t refuse.

Unfortunately, he was right. I came here to tell him that I accepted his offer to be his personal caddie girl.

Max was right. I came here to surrender to him. I came here to collect my money.

“If you don’t need to prepare, get on the bed now.”

As he turned away, I pulled on the hem of his shirt. “I want to make sure you’ve transferred the money first.”

He chuckled and showed me his phone screen. “I transferred it at dawn.”

Really? I didn’t receive any notification on my phone.

“Check it.”

I hurriedly reached for my phone in the inner pocket of my skirt, but it was dead.

“Don’t you trust me?”

“I believe you,” I replied, though somewhat hesitant.

"If the money hasn't been deposited into your account, I'll double it as compensation.”

I tried to stay calm, even though I was actually afraid of being lied to. I nodded and followed his instructions to go to bed.

This might be the second night I’d scream and cry on the same bed. This might be the second night that would leave me unable to walk for a few more days.

But no matter what, I couldn't leave and cancel what I had started. The sooner we did it, the sooner I could get out of this hellish place.

“Are you just going to sit?”

I don't know what to do. I've never touched myself, let alone prepare myself as he meant earlier.

"It seems you don't know yet." Max walked quickly towards me and spread my legs apart. My short skirt was lifted up, revealing my panties. "I like it rough and wild. Yesterday I was careful because you were still a virgin."

Oh, so I was wrong again. I thought he was gentle and did it slowly because that was his style of making love. But it turned out his reason was different from what I thought.

I don't even know what rough and wild sex means to him if that day already left me overwhelmed and unable to walk. Could it be that this time I'll die here with Alpha, whom I thought could help me? I don't know.

“Take off your clothes.”

With trembling hands, I started unzipping my shirt. It got stuck, jammed in the middle. I tried forcing it, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Tsk, too slow.”

After saying that, Max grabbed both sides of the zipper and ripped my uniform into two pieces. He tossed it carelessly in any direction. He also removed my skirt and panties, leaving me completely naked.

Out of embarrassment, I tried to cross my arms in front of my breasts and place my palms over my private parts.

“What are you doing?”

I turned my face away, unable to look at him. “Can’t you just do it? I…”

“Why are you bruised like this?”

I was startled when Max suddenly grabbed my arm. It turned out he wasn’t asking because I was covering my private parts with my hands, but because he saw the bruise on my arm.

I quickly pulled my arm away and hid it behind my body. "I accidentally bumped into something."

“Are you sure it was an accident?”

“Yes, I was too careless,” I answered as convincingly as possible. After all, I didn’t want any problems if I told him what really happened. Besides, the thrown heels were nothing compared to the embarrassment I had to endure there.

“Hit by a blunt object?”

I nodded.

Suddenly, he grabbed my arm again and lifted it high. "Not only a bruise, but there's also a scratch. Do you think I'd believe you bumped into something accidently?"

Oh no, I didn't know Max was that observant. I thought he would believe me as long as I gave a reason.

"Tell me who did it," he said firmly. His gaze sharpened as if it were cutting through my body.

I couldn't say that it was one of his VVIP clients. Because I didn't know if he would defend me or punish me for making his client angry. So I thought it was better to stay silent and accept all his anger.

"Fine, if you don't want to talk. I'll gather all the caddies and cut out their tongues one by one until you confess."

I shook my head quickly. I didn't want innocent people to suffer the consequences.

“Then say it! Who dared to touch my asset?”

Me… his asset? Does that mean he owns me because he paid me?

“Tsk. You’re wasting my time.”

Max walked quickly toward the door. But before he left, I shouted, “The VVIP client with the red heels.”

Max paused for a moment. His shoulders rose and fell. Second, without turning around, he walked again.

Oh gosh, did I make a mistake?