C8 I Have No Interest in You

"Director Slater, you're overthinking it. I'm not interested in you," Juno stated as she leaned against the sink, her makeup mostly washed away, revealing her youthful and delicate features. She smiled with a clean defiance, tilting her chin slightly. "How does it feel? Have you had a taste of your own medicine?"

Zorin was taken aback for a moment before his anger surged, and he violently grabbed her hair, pulling her face close to his. "Do you really think I wouldn't strangle you?" he seethed.

"You're far better at forgetting people once your pants are back on, Director Slater," Juno retorted, tilting her head to meet his gaze. "Did you break your word? Or perhaps you found your own taste to your liking and want another round?"

Anger and revulsion simmered in Zorin's eyes. Just when Juno expected him to explode, he let out a cold, mocking laugh.

"Trying to provoke me to get rid of you? Let me make it clear—you won't get that satisfaction."

Before Juno could respond, Zorin yanked her by the hair and dragged her out of the bathroom, forcefully kicking open the first door on the left in the corridor.

Inside the private room, a voluptuous woman had just straddled Director Nichols' waist when the abrupt noise startled her into a series of shrieks. Director Nichols, infuriated, quickly grabbed his pants, but his anger turned to trembling upon recognizing the intruder.

"Director... Director Slater..."

"Get out!" Zorin barked, tossing her back into the room.

Director Nichols, his mood thoroughly spoiled, scrambled out with the woman, fearing the wrath of this formidable man might extend to him as well.

Zorin loosened his tie and challenged, "You seemed quite capable earlier. Let's see you continue. Show me just how capable you really are."

Juno glared at him, her scalp aching from his rough handling. She sat on the sofa in the bar's private room, biting down on her teeth, enduring the pain.

Zorin's smile held a deeper meaning as he provocatively raised an eyebrow. "Miss Fowler, it appears you truly don't understand how things work. Perhaps I should call your brother in to witness how I enforce the rules. Climbing up to someone of my stature, he surely wouldn't mind."

Juno's body tensed, her teeth chattering as she struggled to find her voice. After a moment, she managed to unfasten the buttons of her coat.

"Continue," Zorin said, his lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes icy and devoid of any hint of amusement. "The client isn't satisfied yet. Miss Fowler, you mustn't stop."

As Zorin anticipated Juno reaching her breaking point and begging for mercy, the tears welling in her eyes from the humiliation were forcefully suppressed. Her defiance was poignant enough to stir a twinge of sympathy.

But clearly, Zorin was not the type to show compassion for a woman. The smirk on his lips grew more pronounced. "Miss Fowler, this is the cost of deceiving and infuriating me."

"You don't have the right to stop until I say so."

Juno remained silent, methodically peeling away her clothing, her fingers quivering noticeably.

Zorin sat on the coffee table, his gaze mocking as he watched her.

Men always share a common fondness for women, particularly in subduing those who aren't theirs—a mare that ignites the conquering desire in all men.

The sight of a humiliated and enduring expression on such an innocent and lovely face provided a thrill of conquest to men that was unmatched by any other woman.

"Not a bad figure," Zorin commented, whistling appreciatively. He removed his glasses, revealing a striking profile that seemed almost otherworldly in its handsomeness, as if he were a divine relic left on earth. "Come here and kneel."