The CEO's Forbidden Addiction

In the laboratory.

Standing before the perfume mixing station, Liesel Winters pinched a fragrance strip and gently waved it in front of her nose.

Her head bowed, her amber-colored long hair was lazily draped over her shoulders, each strand gleaming with a healthy luster.

Her slender and well-proportioned figure was accentuated by her graceful and confident movements as she paced back and forth.

Her soft pink lips were slightly pursed, and her azure eyes revealed a hint of intelligence and liveliness.

Long eyelashes fluttered gently as she focused on the scent.

After a while, her delicate brows furrowed slightly.

The formula for this new perfume seemed to be missing something—it wasn't quite perfect.

Buzz—

Her phone vibrated twice on the table, the screen lighting up with a message notification.

“Come find me.”

“Remember to buy a set; you know the size.”

Liesel glanced at the message and smirked.

Well, she had been in the lab for two days and nights without sleep.

She was exhausted and frazzled. It was time to take a break and blow off some steam.

Twenty minutes later.

On the forest road at the foot of the mountain, a car's headlights cut through the night as it wound its way up.

The car stopped in front of the villa's fountain.

Liesel picked up a newly bought square box from the passenger seat and got out of the car.

Only the wall lamp at the staircase entrance was lit inside the villa.

Liesel, familiar with the layout, went up to the third floor and walked to the bedroom at the end of the hall.

The door was ajar.

She gently pushed it open with her index finger.

The room was pitch dark, filled with the after-bath steam and the scent of red wine.

Click.

The door locked behind her.

Dropping her bag at the door, Liesel walked in barefoot, stepping onto the soft velvet carpet.

Bathed in the moonlight coming through the window, she smiled, lifting her hand to unfasten the pearl buttons at her neckline.

Her chiffon dress slid smoothly off her shoulders.

She slightly turned her body, the moonlight tracing down her rounded shoulders and highlighting an alluring curve with a pearly sheen.

Behind her, a man’s hot body approached silently.

Liesel’s senses were unusually sharp.

Although Joel had made no sound, his signature sandalwood scent had already betrayed his presence.

Sure enough, the next second, Joel wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.

His dry, warm hands tightly held her small hands, his fingers brushing over the small square box she was holding, lifting it above her head, along with her whole body pressed against the wall.

“Just three pieces, is that enough?”

“Not even close.”

Liesel replied, and the man laughed softly as he tightened his embrace.

His fervent kisses wandered around her neck, causing Liesel to emit a pleasant moan.

“So fragrant, are you trying to attract bees and butterflies?”

He spoke in a husky voice, his lips brushing her ear.

His tone was laced with impending desire.

“That depends on whether Mr. Schott is a bee or a butterfly.”

In the night, Liesel’s voice was soft and seductive.

“You have quite a bit of courage.”

Joel pinched her chin.

In the dim light, she could still make out his sharp brows and deep-set eyes.

Liesel immediately softened her voice, “I was wrong, Mr. Schott is neither.”

“Then who am I?” Joel asked, his large hand restlessly roaming over her body.

His palm seemed to carry an electric current, causing her to shiver lightly.

Liesel didn’t answer; instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Her small hands slowly traveled down from his shoulders, lightly tracing circles on his firm abs. “You are my... master…”

When Joel heard this word, every hair on his body stood on end.

He uncontrollably lowered his head and fiercely claimed her lips.

She was a seductive enchantress.

Not just her body, even the words that came from her mouth seemed to be deliberately catering to his sensitivities.

Everything about her was enticing him into a downward spiral.

It felt like she was born to be pressed beneath him and toyed with.

After a heated kiss, their lips parted, Joel’s breath coming in heavy pants.

Pressing against her, his raspy voice, though intended to command, sounded more like a seductive coaxing. “Continue... continue speaking.”

A thrill hidden deep in the man's bones made him eager to hear her complete those two simple words.

Liesel chuckled softly, her delicate hands resting on his waist.

She pushed him backward, step by step, until they reached the bed.

With a slight force, Joel was effortlessly pushed down onto the bed.

Click.

Liesel casually turned on the bedside lamp, illuminating a corner of the room with a dim, suggestive glow.

Standing by the bed, Liesel pulled down the lace strap of her lingerie with a graceful hand.

Looking down at Joel as if he were merely an indulgence, her red lips curved into a bewitching smile.

“You are my... creditor.”

It was as if Joel had been doused with cold water, his thin lips pressed tightly into a displeased line.

Six months ago, on a stormy night, she had climbed into his car like a pitiful kitten, begging him to save her grandmother.

They made a deal: Joel would cover her grandmother’s expensive surgery costs, and in return, she would offer herself to him a hundred times.

Joel thought he was saving a delicate little flower but soon discovered she was a wild rose.

One encounter and he was addicted. He had long lost count of how many times it had been.

He thought she had forgotten, too.

Now, Liesel had climbed onto his waist, her figure swaying as her long hair cascaded down.

“But after tonight, we’re even,” she said.

Even?

In your dreams!

Joel suddenly sat up, pulling her in for a kiss, the thorns of the rose clinging to his waist.

The moonlight flickered.

Tonight, Joel was more relentless than in the previous ninety-nine times.

Two hours later, Liesel felt as if she had been through heaven and hell several times over...

The sound of running water echoed from the bathroom.

Moments later, Joel emerged, drying his hair as he walked to the bed.

Droplets of water dripped from his hairline onto his chest, trailing down his abs and disappearing into the towel at his waist.

Liesel lay under the covers up to her waist, her exposed skin marked with ambiguous traces.

Joel’s eyes roved over those marks before landing on Liesel’s face, illuminated by the glow of her phone screen.

She still had the energy to work?

Seeing how quickly she had disengaged from the passion, Joel’s expression turned complicated.

It felt like it still wasn’t enough.

The bed dipped slightly behind her, prompting Liesel to instinctively shift to the side.

Joel noticed her subtle movement, a flicker of irritation passing through his eyes.

He leaned in behind her, pulling her slender waist closer through the blanket, his chin gently rubbing against the crook of her neck.

Liesel took a deep breath and pushed him away.

Joel looked at her, bewildered.

It was the first time he had been pushed away.

And by the woman who once eagerly seduced him.

Liesel's tone suddenly became businesslike: “Mr. Schott, as per our agreement, the hundred times are over.”

Joel's eyes were full of disbelief. “Over?”

Liesel pulled the blanket tighter around her, got out of bed, and walked toward the door.

She bent down, rummaging through her bag on the floor, and pulled out a black notebook and a pen.

Flipping open the notebook, Liesel tossed it in front of Joel.

“Please take a look, Mr. Schott.”

Joel, suppressing his anger, opened the notebook.

On each page, in neatly written script, were the dates, locations, and the number of times they met. Every entry was as precise as a work report.

The final entry was today, tonight, at the hillside villa.

The one hundredth time!

Joel slowly lifted his eyes, staring sharply at Liesel.

“You kept track so clearly?”

Liesel shrugged nonchalantly, “It’s just a transaction. In and out, naturally, every detail should be meticulously recorded.”

Upon hearing this, a dark shadow immediately covered Joel’s eyes.

To taste and savor.

Those four words had never felt more true than they did today.

“Is there a problem, Mr. Schott?”

Liesel couldn’t quite read him, but she could sense the displeasure radiating from him.

Her heart tightened. Could he be thinking of going back on his word?