7 Her Personal Caddie Girl

**Skylar**

I... I just witnessed a murder right before my eyes.

I caused someone to be killed because of me.

That wasn't my plan. My plan was just to let Max know that the woman was the client who bruised and scratched my arm.

I expected Max to just reprimand her. But I also didn't expect that instead of apologizing, she would swing her knife at me.

I didn't expect Max's reaction to be so brutal. It never crossed my mind that he would cut off the woman's head in front of his other clients, in front of me too.

The woman's blood splattered onto our bodies, staining our clothes with rust-colored blood. Her head rolled across the expensive carpet, staining it. The VVIP room, which had initially exuded luxury, suddenly resembled a war zone, completely chaotic.

And now my body trembled with fear in Max's arms. I didn't even dare to look at him since he carried me out of the room.

I... I don't want to say anything. I don't want to end up like that woman.

I still have to live to find my brother and explain the misunderstanding that happened in my original pack.

I came here not to die but to live.

“Are you stupid? Why are you trying to protect me?”

I was startled because Max spoke very loudly right next to my face.

“Tsk. Who needs to protect whom here?”

I could only listen to all the chatter while hoping Max wouldn't do the same thing to me.

“Do you regret reporting her to me?”

I nodded slowly.

Max quickened his pace. However, he didn't walk straight ahead to the room with the golden door, the room we had just been in. Max turned left and got on the lift.

When the lift doors closed, he spoke again, “I killed her so she wouldn't bother you in the future.”

Wait, Max was right. If he had just taught her a normal lesson, maybe that woman would have found another way to hurt me or interfere with Max's business in the future.

With her gone forever, she wouldn't be able to bother me or the other caddies again. That way, my job here would be easier if people like her didn't show up anymore.

But, my heart still protested. I mean, of all the ways to keep her from bothering me again, such as expelling her or permanently banning her membership at Pandora Golf, why did he have to kill her?

Or could it be that this was Max's way of solving problems? With bloodshed?

Then what if the woman's family came looking for her? Argh, my head was spinning now. I had so many questions I wanted to ask, but I was too afraid to say them out loud.

“I don't usually hurt women, but she wasn't a woman. She was a demon.”

The lift dinged and the doors opened.

With all my courage, I finally opened my mouth, “Why did you call her that? Why were you so mad when she hurt me?”

Suddenly, Max stopped. My courage immediately plummeted again.

“Are you seriously asking that?”

I nodded hesitantly. "If I get hurt or die, you can get another caddie. So I don't understand why you defended me like that, sir.“

”Sir? Call me Max!“

I lowered my head. ”I want to know, Max.“

I heard him sigh heavily. ”No other caddie girl is like you. Only you can make me satisfied until I cum multiple times, and you can also calm my emotions."

Max walked back toward the white door at the end of the room. “There's also no other caddie who tastes like you,” he continued.

Tastes like me? How does he think I taste?

“Strawberry milk. No one else has a juice that tastes like that.”

Damn. Max really embarrassed me. Discussing this with him felt very strange and disgusting. Really.

“And why do I call her a demon? I consider everyone who opposes me as a demon. And all demons must be destroyed.”

If that's how Max thinks, then he’s completely insane. How many people will have to die? Besides, it's impossible that no one opposes him, I'm sure. There must still be people who disagree with him. He can't make everyone like him. But does that mean they all have to die?

Max has indeed lost his mind.

No wonder everyone at Pandora Golf is insane. As the owner, he’s even weirder and crazier.

Ugh, okay, I have to stay calm. I may have failed to prevent Max from killing one of Pandora Golf's loyal clients, but I managed to prevent future chaos from happening. And I think I also succeeded in making Max think that I sacrificed myself for him. So indirectly, he knows I'm not against him.

Yes, that was a good move, Skylar. At least now Max knows you're on his side.

However, where are we now? What is this place? I've never seen this before. It's very luxurious and full, just like a house.

Also, the room we entered had large, wide windows overlooking the golf course with very luxurious and elegant decorations. This room looked like a hotel and was nicer than the VVIP room we had previously stayed in.

“Where is this?” I asked cautiously.

“My penthouse,” he replied curtly. He then put me on the couch and went back to a room without a door.

Penthouse? Oh, so the building on the top floor of Pandora Golf that looked so shiny from the outside was Max's penthouse? Finally, my question from the past few days about why a golf course had several floors like a hotel was answered. Not only were there many rooms to rent for “play,” but there was also a place for the owner to live.

“Why did you bring me here?” This time, I dared to look him in the eye.

Max didn't return my gaze but immediately tore off the uniform I was wearing, leaving my upper body naked, wearing only a bra. This made me panic and reflexively back away.

“I don't want sex. I want to treat your wounds,” he growled.

Oh, thank gosh. I thought Max was going to force me to serve him in this condition, with my arms covered in blood. Because if that were true, I might be his next victim.

Slowly, he untied the fabric part of his shirt that was on my arm. It felt very painful. But I couldn't scream or protest because that might make him angry. If he got angry, he might do anything. So I chose to remain silent and bite my lip until it bled to suppress the pain.

“I rarely stay here. So you can stay in this place.”

Shocked, that's how I felt. “Why?”

“Why do I rarely stay here or why can you take this place?”

“The second one,” I replied softly. Honestly, I didn't understand why I was treated differently from the other caddies. I felt that if Max treated me, a new caddie girl, with special treatment like this, it could cause jealousy. In the end, I would be the one to bear their jealousy.

“Because you're my personal caddie. Isn't that obvious?”

That answer sounded more like: because you're my slut.

If it weren't for the fact that I needed him, needed his money, I would never have become his slut, really.

I'm not just any werewolf, I'm the heiress to the pack, and with my current position, what I'm doing right now, really offends my pride.

But again, I need Max. So whether I like it or not, I have to follow his rules and his wishes.

“Bite this.” Suddenly Max slipped a roll of gauze into my mouth. “This will hurt because there's no anesthetic,” he continued.

I widened my eyes completely when I saw Max take a needle and suture out of the medical box.

I also backed up until my back hit the back of the couch. I shook my head violently and grimaced as he doused the wound with saline water.

I didn't want him to stitch me up. I was afraid it wouldn't work. Besides, he's not a doctor!

So I intended to remove the gauze from my mouth to speak. But he held my hand. “I can stitch the wound because I have experience.”

I didn't expect Max to take off his shirt, leaving him shirtless.

Max pointed to his left abdomen, which had a long vertical scar.

Honestly, I had just noticed the scar. Yesterday, when we had sex, I just focused on the pain and I didn't pay much attention to his body.

“Do you see this scar? It's from when I was stabbed with a knife. Then I stitched it myself. And now I'm going to stitch your wound. I'll treat you.”

No, no, that's a bad idea.