Chloe checked at her wet face in the mirror. The ruddy cheeks still hadn't disappeared, which scared her, as she didn't want to be seen as a cheap whore…
"Chloe, Vincent called you a cheap whore just because you asked for a second round after two minutes of sex. He told you that no woman was lusty and disgusting like yourself because of that…." Chloe reminded herself, not wanting to give in to the lust inside her body. "You don't want to be seen as filthy by another man— and that man is the cute little Vernon you cared for, right? So stop asking for more!"
Chloe slapped her cheeks lightly a few times to wake herself up. She fixed her shirt and dried her face with tissues before leaving the Velvet room.
She saw Vernon sitting in his executive chair while clasping his hands on the desk, seemingly in deep thought about something.
Her cheeks reddened again, thinking about what they had done ten minutes ago.
Vernon saw Chloe standing awkwardly near the exit door as if she was waiting for the next order. He clasped his hands harder and chided, "Why are you standing like an idiot there? Leave!"
"Y—Yes, I'm sorry—" Chloe quickly grabbed the door handle, but before she could open it, Vernon stopped her—
"Wait!"
Chloe slowly turned her head towards him, "Y—Yes, Vernon?"
"About things I said in the Velvet room, you know that just bullshit, right? You don't think I'm in love with you, right?" Vernon asked.
"Ah—" Chloe smiled at her cute little brother-in-law and replied, "Of course not, it's just a pillow talk, right?"
Chloe knew Vernon didn't directly mean those words to her. Maybe he imagined the woman he loved while Chloe gave him a blowjob. Which wasn't wrong, really…
Because Vernon had no interest in her, it was already lucky that Vernon tolerated her presence in the apartment plus gave her a job that paid so well.
However, she still thought that the woman in Vernon's heart was damn lucky because Chloe always thought that Vernon was never a bad kid or adult.
Just… a little mean… very mean-spirited and emotional, actually.
…
Vernon was a little dazed because Chloe replied to it so lightly and carelessly. The veins around his forehead popped, and he slammed the table with his fist.
BAM!
"GET OUT! GET OUT NOW!" Vernon yelled so loud and hostile, giving Chloe a mini heart attack.
She said nothing, quickly opened the door, and left to save herself from his rage.
She took a deep breath, felt a little weak, and sat on the sofa in a daze. She heard a few things getting kicked and destroyed inside the office for no reason, making her wonder what was happening inside his head.
"Why is he so mad? Did he think about the woman in her dream again?" Chloe asked herself. "I remember that he hates her and loves her simultaneously, wishing they could burn together…."
**
BAM!
Vernon smashed the desk with his fist for the second time after Chloe left his office. His knuckle was red, and the mahogany desk had an obvious crack.
He also didn't know why he called her 'my love' when she was servicing him.
When the realization dawned upon him, he knew that he had made a grave mistake because lust had clouded his judgment.
He blamed himself for it, but he also wanted to have the last laugh, so he told her that everything he said was all just bullshit, hoping that his sister-in-law would look hurt and cry, so he could laugh at her stupidity.
So she knew that all he wanted was to use her body, there was nothing more than that, and he succeeded… somehow…
Vernon wanted his sister-in-law to cry full of humiliation, hoping she could die just because she made the mistake of being entangled with him.
"But what's with your smile, huh? Why are you smiling like that? And why aren't you crying?! Why did you take it so lightly? DO YOU THINK THIS IS JUST A JOKE?!" Vernon yelled at the empty chair in front of him, imagining Chloe was sitting there, waiting to be abused, and cried like the stupid gold digger she was, so she could show her true nature as a lowly woman who cared for nothing but money and status!
…
Obviously, there was no answer because his sister-in-law was outside, with that dumb smile on her face, which infuriated him even more.
"ARGH! FUCK THIS! SCREW YOU, YOU BI—"
Again, Vernon stopped right before he could say that word. No matter how angry he was, he just couldn't say it because he had this subconsciousness planted deep inside him that he should never call his sister-in-law 'evil and mean words' when he was a kid.
Now it had become a habit, which frustrated him even more.
Unable to find relief, he got up and started kicking the lampstand, followed by the statue, painting, and coffee table. He punched and kicked everything he could see to appease his rage.
CRASH! CLANK! BAM! SMASH! CLATTER! THUMP!
"FUCK YOU! I—I MEAN, N—NOT IN A SEXUAL WAY, BUT FUCK YOU!" Vernon yelled as he destroyed everything. He felt even more stupid as his brain automatically imagined his sister-in-law's face and tits while saying 'fuck you' to appease his anger, which was something he often blamed her for haunting his dreams.
Vernon was breathing heavily as he looked around his office. Every piece of furniture he could find had been destroyed, but he still hadn't lost that dissatisfaction inside his heart. He knew he couldn't appease this rage unless he destroyed the source, making sure that she suffered.
"You make me like this, and I will make sure you pay for it, sister-in-law!" Vernon said to himself. He was already planning the downfall of his big brother and sister-in-law for so long, and he didn't want everything to be ruined just because he got swept out by desire.
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