"What does he think of himself? I know my presence affects him just as much as his presence affects me. He just won't admit it, but I'm Chloe Walker. I'll make him accept that he feels something for me," she murmured to herself as she sat on the sofa.

She picked up the phone to message Mike.

Chloe:

Mike, I'm so angry with your boss.

Mike:

What did he do with you now?

Chloe:

He shouted at me like always. Why can't he be sweet like you a bit even?

Mike:

Because he's my boss.

I'll talk to you later, the boss's girlfriend. I have urgent work.

Whenever he called her boss's girlfriend, automatically a smile flashed on her face.

Chloe:

Okay, Mike.

But could you tell me about Andrew's room?

Mike:

Boss's room is on the left side of your room.

But only I and the old maid of the mansion have permission to enter his room.

She read the message and said sassily, "I'll go to his room and nobody can stop me." She blew a few hair strands away from her face.

Chloe:

Thank you, Mike.

She stood up and said, "I'll see who has the guts to stop me from entering Andrew's room."

Next day

Andrew stood beneath the shower, the water cascading down his muscular and extremely attractive body.

"What is happening to me? I don't want to feel anything for anybody. Feelings make people weak, and I can't let that happen. I have to do something about that badass girl," he thought, his eyes closed.

Chloe stepped into the room with a mischievous smile on her face. She pouted in disappointment when she didn't find him there. Her eyes glinted with anticipation as she heard the sound of water from the bathroom.

"So he's in the bathroom. Wow, I'm so excited to see him wet and naked," she squealed with excitement.

She rushed to the bathroom, and luckily the door was ajar. Smiling broadly, she pushed the door open, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw him standing under the shower in just his boxers. He was standing far from her, but his hotness still made her breath heavy. The water coursing down his body aroused her desire and burned within her. She bit her lower lip, gawking at his wet body. She wanted to suck all the water droplets from every inch of his body.

After catching her breath, she uttered, "Hey, Mr. Handsome, taking a shower without me? I don't like it." As her euphonious voice reached his ears, he instantly opened his eyes and stared at her in shock.

She grinned at him goofily. "Let's take a shower together." She pulled off her top and dropped it on the floor. She was now only in blue denim shorts and a black lace bra.

His eyes widened in shock, and he dashed towards her after turning off the shower. He picked up the top and tossed it back to her.

"Are you crazy? Put the top back on and get out of here." He snarled at her.

"Could you make me wear it, Mr. Handsome?" She held out the top in front of him, raising his anger.

He harshly grasped her arm and pushed her out of the bathroom. "You aren't permitted to come here, so you'd better understand, or else I have my ways," he yelled at her, holding the door.

"Aaaa..." she screamed as he slammed the door. She had placed her foot inside to prevent him from closing it, and now she was hurt from the force.

He became anxious and instantly opened the door. Her ankle was bleeding profusely.

"Fuck! Are you crazy?" He chided her and scooped her into his arms, putting everything aside. He was extremely worried for her.

She grinned widely with triumph, placing her head on his chest. His wet, naked body touching her was exhilarating, and her body burned with immense desire.

He hastily took her out and laid her down on the bed. She just grinned at him, and he narrowed his brows in confusion.

"You're bleeding and you're smiling? Doesn't it hurt?" he asked in disbelief.

"Physical wounds don't hurt me," she answered in a serious tone, her voice carrying a deep pain.

He noticed this, and they stared at each other intensely. He wanted to ask her, but instead, he remained silent, wondering why she had said those words.

"I did it deliberately so that you couldn't close the door," she told him, grinning again.

He shook his head in utter disbelief. "You're a completely insane woman, seriously."

"I know." She chuckled, and nobody could tell that her ankle was bleeding. Andrew was utterly shocked.

He wagged his finger at her. "Now keep quiet and let me dress your ankle."

"I don't know how many times I have to do this," he muttered under his breath.

"You think I can keep my mouth shut?" She asked, chuckling loudly.

He rolled his eyes and went to bring the first aid kit.

"Seriously, this woman is something else," he murmured, taking out the box.

He was still naked and wet, and she was shamelessly ogling his hot, muscular body, her eyes filled with immense desire. She bit her lower lip, feeling incredibly aroused by the sight of his tempting, wet body.

He strolled over with the first aid box, ignoring her constant, intense gaze filled with desire. Then he sat beside her on the bed near her leg and carefully placed her foot on his lap. As his hands touched her leg, she shivered. His touch had such a profound effect on her.

He applied ointment to her wound carefully and gently, and now she gazed at him with affection. Nobody could say he was the heartless Mafia boss.

She could see that he cared for her, and she loved this. For the first time, someone was genuinely concerned for her and applying ointment to her wound. She was falling in love with him unknowingly. Her lust was gradually turning into love, and she wasn't aware of it.

As he leaned down to kiss her ankle in the heat of the moment, her eyes twinkled and a broad smile flashed on her face. But before his lips could touch her foot, he stopped, realising what he was doing. He gently placed her leg on the bed, and she pouted sadly at him.

"You care for me?" she asked, curious.

"Fuck, no." He growled at her like he was answering himself.

She scoffed. "The truth isn't going to change if you show your anger."

He came over to her and roughly clenched her chin. "Nothing is like that, understand?" He kept his dark gaze fixed on her.

She rolled her eyes. "I'm not scared of you, so stop wasting your time doing all this."

His lips stretching into a devilish smile. "Because you haven't seen my devil side yet." He jerked her face away.

"No words," he yelled when she opened her mouth to say something.

"I don't care for you. You aren't my type." He stood up. "And today, I'll show you what types of girls I like." He dashed out of the room after saying this.