Kelvin's POV
As I laid her down on the bed, I couldn’t help but let a smug smile spread across my face. She probably thought her little act had worked on me—that her words had painted her as a helpless, vulnerable girl, entirely reliant on my “generosity.” It was amusing, really. She wasn’t the first to try it, and she certainly wouldn’t be the last.
I took a seat on the edge of the bed, watching her closely. She was trying to relax, her breaths slowing, but I saw the subtle tension in her body, the way her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her shirt. She was waiting, watching for any sign that I might have caught on. Poor thing. The art of manipulation wasn’t so easy when you were dealing with a master.
“So,” I said, breaking the silence as I leaned in just close enough to feel her brea
