Lily sat on the couch, feeding Ethan a slice of orange as he lounged behind her. His broad shoulders strained against his school uniform, the fabric frayed at the cuffs, revealing wrists marked by old scars. She wrinkled her nose in distaste but continued the motion, her eyes fixed on the television screen.
"Lily, what do you want? Jewelry, a house, a car?" Ethan's voice was low, with a sensual undertone as his teeth grazed her ear. "Your car is trash. I'll get you a better one."
Now, she was waiting for rescue while he was the generous benefactor. This reversal of their positions pleased him immensely.
The television showed Alex Carter repeatedly exiting a hotel, handing out red envelopes with a polite smile. Lily watched quietly until Ethan's teeth sank into her earlobe, jolting her back to the present. "What's wrong now?" she asked, though her tone suggested she already knew.
