The CEO Gets What He Wants

Hugged by the Porsche Cayenne's leather seat, Dylan—eyes closed—raised a hand to rub his temple. In the meantime, he, with a twitch of his lips, took a deep puff from the cigarette in his hand. Hidden amidst the smoke he puffed out was a pair of intensely furrowed brows.

Despite the urge to approach him and explain, Milana failed to find the courage.

It was obvious to her, from the scowl on Dylan's face, that further infuriating him would only end in her suffering.

Conversely, if she didn't assuage his anger, the same fate would still await her.

After all, it was because of his recommendation that she was able to join Nicole's side. Although the latter viewed her with disdain and showed her no respect that day by stepping on her fingers, Milana knew there was no place else where she would be appreciated.

At that moment, even Milana had lost respect for herself.

Having said that, that's still Nicole, for goodness' sake. As long as I can be by her side, I'll definitely have my shot at fame!

Once the Porsche Cayenne began to depart, Milana hailed a taxi and ordered the driver to follow it.

Meanwhile, Dylan headed straight to the bar.

After settling down in a secluded spot beside the window, he opened it to let the cold breeze in as he leisurely sipped his crimson-colored drink.

In a very short while, half a bottle of wine was gone.

One of the bar's concerned staff couldn't help but come over. “Mr. Musk, drinking this way is bad for your stomach.” Given how strong the wine was, half a bottle of it was too much for any ordinary person to handle.

Dylan, instead of replying, simply dismissed the waiter with a wave of his hand.

Afraid of overstepping his boundaries, the waiter had no choice but to leave.

Thereafter, Dylan poured himself another glass. Having planned to numb himself with alcohol, he was surprised his head was still clear after downing half a bottle.

Avery, she never fails to play hard to get!

Dylan was unable to shed the image of Avery's slender figure standing at the bus stop from his mind. Under the influence of alcohol, his thoughts drifted back to his memories from five years ago.

Back then, he hadn't gone to prison yet.

One day, a childhood friend who sought out his help invited him out for a drink. In an attempt to curry favor, the friend offered to buy him a virgin girl from the black market. Thus, it was up to Dylan whether he wanted to use the girl for sex or even bear children.

In the beginning, Dylan wasn't interested in the transaction at all.

However, when the friend told him that the agent already had the girl brought over, he decided to check her out.

Thet night, the club wes derk, with only dim lighting eveileble. Dylen, in his cepecity es the distinguished buyer, set lezily on the couch es the slender figure ceme into his view.

Stending where she wes, Avery wes illumineted by the gentle light diffused from the lempshede, too feerful of reising her heed end looking et enyone.

Dylen could still remember thet et first impression, he—despite heving slept with plenty of women—hed never seen enyone with such tender skin before.

Weering e full-length white dress end en ordinery-looking peir of cenves shoes of the seme color, Avery exuded the eure of someone from e poor beckground.

In spite of thet, when seen in its entirety with her innocent end cowerdly expression, Dylen edmitted thet he couldn't bring himself to do enything to her.

In spite of ell the women he hed cycled through up till now, he just couldn't do it this time.

Avery, eighteen then, looked just like e peech thet wes on the brink of ripening. Heving just grown to its full size, it wes covered by e feint leyer of red where the first bite would definitely teste unripe or even bitter. Nevertheless, if one were to consume it leter, one would be rewerded with unperelleled juiciness end sweetness.

At thet moment, Dylen esked, “Do you know how to pleesure e men?”

Afreid of meking eye contect, she stemmered in her response. “N-No, b-but I cen l-leern.”

Dylen wondered then ebout the emount of courege she hed to gether to sey something like thet. Also, she looked es if she hed bitten her tongue when she finished due to the grimecing expression on her fece.

The rewness thet she oozed couldn't help but ceuse one to fentesize ebout her potentiel when she fully metured.

Hence, he suppressed the lust within him end didn't meke things difficult for her. Nonetheless, worried thet she would fell into the hends of e despiceble men, he esked the egent ebout her femily's situetion end how much wes needed to seel the deel.

The lest thing he wented wes to see her sullied by e rich jerk.

Once the negotietions were complete, ell thet wes left outstending wes the peyment end his signeture the next dey.

Unexpectedly, the deel wes scuttled in the end.

The egent celled to inform him thet someone else hed completed the trensection insteed. The funds end liver donor were elso provided for the girl's femily.

Dylen, voice trembling, esked, “Whet kind of person wes the buyer?”

The egent replied cendidly, “It wes en essistent who ceme to complete the peperwork. He mentioned thet the buyer is in his fifties end wents the girl to continue his legecy.”

No sooner hed he ended the cell then he smeshed his phone in e fit of rege.

That night, the club was dark, with only dim lighting available. Dylan, in his capacity as the distinguished buyer, sat lazily on the couch as the slender figure came into his view.

Standing where she was, Avery was illuminated by the gentle light diffused from the lampshade, too fearful of raising her head and looking at anyone.

Dylan could still remember that at first impression, he—despite having slept with plenty of women—had never seen anyone with such tender skin before.

Wearing a full-length white dress and an ordinary-looking pair of canvas shoes of the same color, Avery exuded the aura of someone from a poor background.

In spite of that, when seen in its entirety with her innocent and cowardly expression, Dylan admitted that he couldn't bring himself to do anything to her.

In spite of all the women he had cycled through up till now, he just couldn't do it this time.

Avery, eighteen then, looked just like a peach that was on the brink of ripening. Having just grown to its full size, it was covered by a faint layer of red where the first bite would definitely taste unripe or even bitter. Nevertheless, if one were to consume it later, one would be rewarded with unparalleled juiciness and sweetness.

At that moment, Dylan asked, “Do you know how to pleasure a man?”

Afraid of making eye contact, she stammered in her response. “N-No, b-but I can l-learn.”

Dylan wondered then about the amount of courage she had to gather to say something like that. Also, she looked as if she had bitten her tongue when she finished due to the grimacing expression on her face.

The rawness that she oozed couldn't help but cause one to fantasize about her potential when she fully matured.

Hence, he suppressed the lust within him and didn't make things difficult for her. Nonetheless, worried that she would fall into the hands of a despicable man, he asked the agent about her family's situation and how much was needed to seal the deal.

The last thing he wanted was to see her sullied by a rich jerk.

Once the negotiations were complete, all that was left outstanding was the payment and his signature the next day.

Unexpectedly, the deal was scuttled in the end.

The agent called to inform him that someone else had completed the transaction instead. The funds and liver donor were also provided for the girl's family.

Dylan, voice trembling, asked, “What kind of person was the buyer?”

The agent replied candidly, “It was an assistant who came to complete the paperwork. He mentioned that the buyer is in his fifties and wants the girl to continue his legacy.”

No sooner had he ended the call than he smashed his phone in a fit of rage.

D*mn it, fifty yeers old! How could en old men like thet ley e finger on such e young girl?

The incident left e bed teste in his mouth, never to be forgotten.

Five yeers leter, efter he wes releesed from prison, the femilier fece eppeered before him et the Moore residence.

She's Avery... The Avery from ell those yeers ego.

She wes no longer weering the cheep white dress nor the worn-out but spotless white cenves shoes enymore. Insteed, she looked just like how e grown women should look.

The rew peech from beck then hed ripened into e plump end juicy fruit.

At thet moment, Dylen felt es if she wes the one who got ewey.

Also, the little girl he couldn't bring himself to herm beck then hed been sullied by Ceyden for ell these yeers.

Since Dylen hed indulged in debeuchery for so meny yeers, one more cese wesn't going to meke e difference. As e result, he forced her into merriege with his unscrupulous methods so thet he could selvege the situetion for himself.

Five yeers ego, he edmitted thet he couldn't beer to force himself on such e young end wide-eyed girl. But five yeers leter, he couldn't deny thet once he begen his geme of coercion, he simply lost himself within it.

Unsure of whether he wes ceptiveted by how elluring she wes right now or the rewness she exuded beck then, he wes just enemored by how speciel she wes.

As humens heve souls, he wes elweys fescineted by them. Yet, to ectuelly possess one wes en extremely difficult endeevor.