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I was smiling, speechless, checking out my brand-new phone when I suddenly noticed Leo dropping to his knees between my thighs. “Emmm… Leo, why are you down there?” I asked, my heart racing at my own assumption. “Step two of my apology,” he replied, pressing his face gently against my thick thighs. What is he doing! I have to stop him. What if I smell bad?! I panicked. “Leo, wait… I… I need to take a bath first! I just woke—” I couldn’t complete my sentence before he flicked his tongue over the satin fabric of my g‑string. The brush of the fabric mixed with the wetness of his tongue made my longing clit twitch with joy at this strange new sensation, sending shivers all over my body. This feels strangely exciting… but I’m terrified he’ll get turned off by me. “Babe… you shouldn’t,” I whimpered. “Why not? You smell nice. I love the natural scent of your arousal. I wouldn’t want it any other way.” “My arousal?” I asked, my face flaming hot. “Yeah. You’re very wet down here.”

AUTHOR'S POV Zoey didn’t just run out of the room—she bolted as if a ghost had shoved her spine. Getting into the elevator, she slammed into her mother, Mei—who was on her way to Charlotte’s room. She immediately hit the buttons. Mei blinked, surprised. “Zoey, you took the keys of the hotel room given to. Charlotte, didn’t you?” But Zoey had not even caught her breath. “I did. I wanted to wake her up and send her out myself,” she finally spoke. Mei raised a brow. “Why are you breathing like that? And hey, did you rush into the elevator as if you were chased by ghosts?” Zoey took a deep breath. “Mom, you won’t believe it. Charlotte was inside the room.” Mei blinked. “Is this a joke? What’s so unbelievable about that?” “Well, she wasn’t alone, mom,” Zoey shrieked. Before Mei could reply, the elevator stopped on another floor, and the doors slid open. Musa walked in. No one acknowledged him. Zoey kept ranting. “What’s unbelievable,” she continued dra

Zoey nodded eagerly in support of Jun’s take. “I hate to admit it, but that sounds more believable than Mystic Voice being in love with Charlotte. Like—ME? I don’t even think I’d rank low enough on the ladder to get his attention. And he settles for Charlotte? Tell me which one makes more sense!” Chloe groaned. “I still don’t believe it. He has an angelic voice, but that doesn’t mean he sold his soul.” “Don’t say angelic. Say seductive,” Zoey muttered. “Have you heard his song ‘Charlotte’?” Then she paused as her eyes widened, same with Chloe's. They gasped in unison. “He wrote that song for her?!” Chloe snapped. Zoey grabbed her hair dramatically. “What… WHAT IS HAPPENING? How could she get that kind of man?! Is this witchcraft?! A spell?! None of this makes sense!”"I am not trying to exaggerate but something is going on that we can't see. Is he using her to trend and maybe get the attention of the woke community and chubby women like Charlotte who are too lazy to get skin

LEO'S POV The second Zoey bolted out of the room like the devil kicked her in the back, Charlotte dropped the duvet over her face and groaned. “That was embarrassing,” she mumbled from under the blanket. I stretched out beside her with a satisfactory smile. “Embarrassing?” I laughed. “Come on. You enjoyed it. Didn’t you? I did so well, you were convulsing like this.” I dramatically showed her by shaking my hips and thrusting into the air. “Stoooop!” she yelled, burrowing deeper into the duvet until she looked like a shy little burrito. I chuckled, watching her little act of shyness. God, she is adorable. I stared at her, smiling like a fool for some seconds, then leaned over her and whispered, “Baby… you can bring it down now. I won’t tease you again. I promise.” No answer. “Come on, baby, I said I will not tease you anymore. Let me see your face, please?” Nothing. I poked her hip. “Baby.” I was yet again greeted by silence. I felt my heart skip. Was she crying? Did

“I…I… don’t want this to end,” she whispered into my chest. “I don’t want us to end.” My heart cracked wide open. My hands around her instinctively tightened so much that she almost melted into me. “End? Of course not. It’s impossible! Why would you say something like that? Did you have a nightmare?” She nodded, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. Again? I thought. But last time it was the housekeeper’s attitude. Something must have triggered it. I couldn’t wait. “What triggered it?” I whispered, brushing her hair away from her face. “You can talk to me, baby. I need you to open up. Please.” Charlotte trembled — and then the words spilled out slowly. “I got some notifications about the drama yesterday on my phone. Blogs, tweets, TikToks. I didn’t know why and how I even got to the comments… they were awful.” Her voice broke. “They won’t stop hating me. I—I’m used to it but… your identity… I keep thinking about how it will affect you.” She sniffed hard. “And Olive…