TEST DRIVE: A Night of Forbidden Desire

“Here you go, Sir. Please sign this,” whispered Vonda. Her voice was almost too faint for even the demons to hear.

However, Max heard her. He took the pen and immediately scribbled his signature on the paper handed by Vonda.

“Thank you, Sir.”

Vonda waited for a moment. However, there was no response from Max. So, with a pouting expression, she walked away. When she returned to her desk, Vonda muttered to herself.

“I should be the one sulking, not the other way around. Why is he the one acting pitiful? Ugh! Men can be so overly sensitive.”

She placed the document that Max had just signed into her desk drawer before turning back to her still-running computer.

“Because if you look at it from any angle, it’s clear that I’m the one at a disadvantage here. He doesn’t know how it feels not being able to use the restroom after being beaten repeatedly throughout the night, does he?”

Vonda continued to grumble and curse under her breath.

“Well, he’s just a guy. He probably has it easy. He can’t understand a girl’s suffering.”

That was Vonda. After the meeting with Max and Olivia, she vented all her frustrations. She felt like a prey cornered by two predators.

This made Vonda wonder. She could not believe there was a girl who did not want to be matched with a guy like Max. It made her curious.

“Why wouldn’t Via want to be paired with Max? He’s, well… handsome,” Vonda squinted her eyes. “Maybe Max has some secrets that scare away girls. That could be it.”

However, Vonda realized something. Regardless of Olivia’s pressure, she did not really have a choice. There was a nude photo of her on Max’s phone that could wreak havoc if it ever got out.

As a result, it was no surprise that afternoon, right when it was time to leave the office, Vonda, with her sanity intact, found herself waiting for Max to come out of his room. When Max finally emerged, he glanced briefly at her.

“Why are you still here? Haven’t run away yet? I didn’t lock the door, did I?”

Max remarked with a sarcastic tone. Furthermore, he was no longer speaking formally to her, unlike how superiors usually address subordinates.

Vonda took a deep breath and grabbed her work bag. “Don’t we need to talk one-on-one?” she said.

Max assessed Vonda’s seriousness through the corner of his eyes. “Oh.” Max smiled mockingly. “Someone’s becoming self-aware, huh?”

Vonda remained silent, not saying anything.

“Come on,” Max finally invited.

Vonda and Max left the room together without saying a word during their journey. Their coworkers who crossed paths with them furrowed their brows, wondering what was going on.

How often do superiors and subordinates leave the room together? Their minds wandered, and some began to speculate. Oh my! It’s Friday and they’re leaving together? That means…

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Max immediately pressed the smart key in his hand when they arrived at the office parking lot. Vonda swallowed nervously. Suddenly, she felt anxious and her body trembled.

“Don’t worry,” Max said, looking away. He slightly forgot where he parked his car in the morning, but eventually found it. It was slightly blocked by a building pillar. “I don’t bring a Lamborghini to the office when you’re around. I’m afraid the car might trigger you. It would be disastrous if you asked for having sex with you again by the roadside.”

*

Throughout the journey, Vonda chose to remain silent. Just look at what happened earlier. Max’s words truly embarrassed her to the core.

Vonda stole a glance at Max. His serious expression made her secretly lose her nerve. When Olivia left, Vonda noticed that Max seemed preoccupied. She was certain that if she dared to disturb his thoughts with her words, he would not hesitate to embarrass her again.

Vonda felt that Max was in a sharp-tongued mode at that moment, and she would not allow herself to become his target.

Thirty minutes passed. Max drove the car into an upscale apartment complex. Vonda observed the surroundings, enjoying the view she could not see the night she hurriedly fled.

Max invited Vonda into an elevator, and they arrived on the thirty-ninth floor. With so many floors to pass, Vonda almost thought she would fall asleep inside the lift.

“Just come in. No need to be shy, consider it your own home.”

Max’s words felt like a sarcastic remark in Vonda’s ears.

This guy, seriously. Why is he acting all sensitive now? He’s usually not like this.

However, Vonda realized that she had only known Max for a few days. And even then, it was not a deep acquaintance. So, she had to admit that she did not really know Max. Feeling awkward, she took off her shoes and followed Max’s steps.

While walking, Max said, “Ah. If you want to get your clothes that you left behind… you can take them from my closet.”

Behind Max, Vonda sneered at him. “Well, why don’t you get them for me? Why should I do it myself?”

Max turned around. “Didn’t you usually open my closet by yourself?”

Oh my! Dramatically, Vonda closed her eyes. She felt like cursing him thoroughly. Max was really getting on her nerves since earlier.

Oh God. What did I do wrong?

“Why? Are you afraid of losing control if you enter my room now?” Max asked sharply.

Vonda opened her eyes wide again. Her mouth agape in response to the sharp question.

“Well then. You sit down. I’ll get them for you.”

Vonda remained silent, allowing Max to get up while she chose to sit on the comfortable living room sofa.

Shortly afterward, Max returned. He had taken off his jacket and tie, leaving only black boxers with an unbuttoned white shirt that reached his elbows. He placed a large cardboard box on the table.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

“These are your belongings.”

Quickly, Vonda reached for the box, opening it and finding her shoes, clutch, dress, phone, and underwear.

Ups!

She quickly put the box back on the table after hurriedly taking her phone. She turned it on and was not surprised to see so many notifications.

Max crossed his arms, observing Vonda checking her phone. A little later, she spoke up.

“Are you replying to Andrew’s messages?”

Vonda was taken aback, then she went back to reading the messages on her phone.

Andrew:

Vonda! You haven’t paid this month’s car installment yet, have you?

That message indeed left Vonda puzzled. However, more than that… Max’s reply truly left her speechless.

Vonda:

Have you no brain or shame?

You cheat on me, and yet, you still talk about car installments?

Just sell your manhood to pay for it.

Vonda took a deep breath and then shifted to Andrew’s response to Max’s message.

Andrew:

Oh! So, this is how you are now? Why? Are you really heartbroken after breaking up with me? You said you’re beautiful and smart. Many guys would want you. Where’s the proof? Oh, by the way, where’s your car? I want to use it next Sunday. Since you’re not using the keys, I might as well borrow it.

Max observed Vonda’s reaction, wondering what other messages Andrew had sent to her that caused her to sigh and speak softly.

“How else could my fate lead me to encounter such a model-like guy?”

Vonda placed her phone on the table. She rubbed her face, feeling a sense of anger, embarrassment, or disappointment. She was not sure, but she just felt exhausted.

However, despite all that, Vonda felt something was off. When she saw Max casually taking her phone and reading the message, her suspicions grew. Then his hand moved quickly, and Vonda furrowed her brows.

“What are you typing?” she asked.

Max remained silent. Only a moment later, he placed the phone back on the table. Immediately, Vonda read the reply message.

Vonda:

Because I’m beautiful and smart, that’s why I’m selective in finding a guy. I was fooled once by a model-like guy like you. No money, no shame. Are you sure your manhood still works properly? It probably goes limp after five minutes. You know what? I’ve met a guy who can last three rounds in one night. Each round is around ninety minutes. And that doesn’t even include the warm-up and cool-down. Oh my. Can you imagine that I’m not being able to pee the next day because of him?

“Oh my God.”

Max replied with a nonchalant smile as he noticed Vonda’s shocked and unbelieving gaze. It was as if he had not done anything that could cause a drastic drop in her blood sugar.

“What do you mean, Max?” Vonda asked.

Max grinned. “It’s all the same, Von.”

Vonda immediately understood what he meant. Of course, he was referring to the action she had taken in front of Olivia. From the ecstatic expression on his face, she could tell that Max had intentionally used the situation to embarrass her in front of Andrew as well.

Vonda growled, realizing Max’s cunningness. Without realizing it, she clenched her hands tightly.

“Crafty fox with nine tails,” she muttered.

Max’s eyes sparkled mischievously.

“I only have one tail, by the way. And you know for sure where it’s positioned.”

Vonda froze, completely unable to say anything else.

*