Chapter 3

I stared at the screen, unable to look away.

On the screen, Ethan unbuckled his belt, slowly putting on a silver waist chain...

Oh my god!

I let out a gasp and threw my phone onto the bed.

Even though I talked a big game online and loved watching hot videos to decompress, this was my first time seeing a man's... well, *that*. And it belonged to Ethan Reed!

It was too much to handle.

Ethan's voice sounded frantic.

"Babe? What's wrong?"

"Did I... did I scare you?"

I patted my burning cheeks.

I hung up the FaceTime call and texted him: [Are you mutated or something?]

Ethan: [?]

Me: [Even the romance novel male leads aren't that... huge.]

Ethan: [What?]

Me: [It's a compliment.]

Ethan: [I'm just worried you won't be able to handle me.]

This pervert...

My face flushed even hotter.

[I definitely can't.]

[Besides, I like pink. Freshness.]

[Maybe I should find a younger guy.]

Ethan was thirty. This was the ultimate low blow for him.

As expected, Ethan immediately sent a video to prove himself.

The video showed a perfect, toned body.

His abs were deeply defined from years of working out.

What caught my eye was a silver body chain wrapped around his chest and waist.

The chest chain rested perfectly on his firm pecs, and the waist chain hugged his hips as he breathed. It was incredibly hot.

Then came a voice note.

His voice was dangerously low.

"Babe... don't find someone else."

"What do young guys even know?"

"Look, I put on the chest and waist chains you wanted to see last time."

"And the size... I promise you'll love it."

"Mistress, please don't leave me."

My breath hitched.

I quickly made an excuse about my work.

[I have to go. Need to fix my project pitch.]

Ethan panicked: [Mistress, is there anything I can do to help?]

Oh, he could definitely help.

[My boss called my proposal absolute garbage. I have to rewrite the whole thing.]

Ethan got angry: [He has zero taste. Sounds like a total idiot leader.]

He was literally insulting himself.

I burst out laughing.

[Tell me who he is, babe. I'll ruin his career for you.]

Oh, please do.

Go ruin yourself.

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