Chapter 1484
Stepping outside, Aspen felt cheerful as she grabbed her purse and headed toward the Ferrari. Her flawless fair skin, jet–black hair, sculpted figure, and stunning face turned heads without effort. And with a luxury car as extravagant as that Ferrari, she was now the picture–perfect heiress.
“Ms. Stevens, heading out?”
A sleek black Audi A6 pulled up and came to a stop, the door clicking open. Out stepped Chantelle, dressed in a sharp, no–nonsense outfit.
Aspen blinked in surprise. “Ms. Garcia, hey there! What brings you here?”
Chantelle nodded with a pleasant smile. “I’m here to see Mr. Lloyd.”
Aspen shrugged lightly. “Alright, go on up. He should be in the study on the third floor.”
However, as Aspen bent slightly to slide into the low seat of her Ferrari, Chantelle suddenly called out, “Ms. Stevens, wait a second.”
Aspen paused mid–movement and looked back at her.
Chantelle walked up beside her, tapping on the gleaming car. “Mr. Lloyd sure spoils his little assistant, huh? This ride isn’t exactly cheap!”
Aspen instantly caught the undertone and scoffed. “Ms. Garcia, if you’ve got something to say, just say it.”
Chantelle chuckled, leaning in to whisper near Aspen’s ear. ‘Ms. Stevens, look at your beautiful sl -I just wanna squish those cheeks. And that bombshell body of yours? Seriously, top tier.
“If I were your boss, I’d be calling you into bed every night too–keep you moaning till sunrise, no question.”
The boldness in her words made Aspen’s heart skip. Her face flushed with heat as she snapped, “Ms. Garcia, are you insane?”
Chantelle smirked, her eyes glinting with amusement. “No offense, Ms. Stevens. I’m just saying… your condition is clearly getting worse. You’ve gone from craving domination to actively seducing, tempting, and begging for attention in every way you can.
“Relax–it’s not necessarily a bad thing. But getting high off that kind of twisted pleasure can mess with your mind. And if Mr. Lloyd keeps playing along, keeps giving you what you’re starving for…
“Well then, you’ll become… how should I put it? The world’s most insatiable little minx. You’ll get fidgety the moment he doesn’t touch you. The deeper he ravishes you, the more alive you feel.
“Honestly, Ms. Stevens, you’re hopelessly hooked. In all my years studying psychology, your case is the most extreme I’ve ever seen.”
With her face burning and her heart pounding, Aspen dove into the Ferrari, slamming the door and hitting the gas like she was fleeing a crime scene. She thought Chantelle was nuts, completely unhinged.
She was already Andrew’s woman and believed there was nothing wrong with pleasing him.
Far from just pleasing him, Aspen sometimes even wanted to merge her body completely with Andrew. However, that nagging sense of shame still lingered deep inside.
She felt slightly uneasy as she wondered if Chantelle was right about her condition getting worse.
If it were true, should she seek treatment or not? Aspen did not want treatment because she felt nothing was
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wrong with her. Or to put it another way, even if she really were terminally ill with this obsession, she would embrace it willingly.
She loved this feeling of being utterly devoted to the point of madness.
Aspen’s snow–white hands, so pale you could see the veins beneath, gripped the Ferrari’s steering wheel tightly. Then, her lips curled as a soft pink tongue flicked across them.
She laughed out loud, reckless and wild, her mind no doubt replaying a heated memory of being ravished until she begged for mercy.
Back at Serenity Villa, Chantelle smoothed her outfit and walked calmly inside.
