Chapter 3

I stood there stunned. This was way beyond anything I had anticipated.

Chloe seemed to read my hesitation and spoke in a soothing tone. "Don't worry, it's just a psychological simulation. You won't get hurt. Besides, the only way your body can truly heal is if you let go of all your tension."

Yet my gut was screaming at me that something twisted was going on.

To figure out what she was really playing at, I pretended to go along with it.

The room was stocked with various props to simulate an authentic hotel suite.

"Leo, your session starts right now."

Chloe walked over, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and pressed it against my lips.

I took it and drew a heavy drag.

But when I tried to exhale, I found my motor controls slipping.

Chloe told me that was a completely normal physiological reaction.

As the smoke settled deep in my lungs, an intense wave of heat rushed through my veins.

Right then, Chloe's phone started buzzing loudly.

She glanced at the screen, her brows furrowing, and turned to me. "I need to take this outside. Just keep training on your own."

With that, she spun around and stepped out of the room.

I didn't keep training. Instead, I began scanning every inch of the room, hunting for clues.

Suddenly, my eyes locked onto a tiny pinhole camera hidden inside the top of an ornament.

While I was staring intently at the lens, Chloe walked back in.

She strolled over, casually pointed at the camera, and shrugged. "I just installed that to monitor your vital signs in real time. That way, I can track your physical data accurately and tailor the perfect rehab routine for you."

I gave her an unconvinced look, my guard completely up.

Was that camera really just for tracking vitals?

Or did she have an entirely different agenda?

It was only then that I realized Chloe had changed her outfit. Her previous clothes were gone, replaced by a skin-tight black uniform.

The outfit was undeniably provocative, hugging every curve of her body, with sheer lace across the chest teasingly revealing her cleavage.

My breath hitched in my throat, my pulse thumping against my ribs.

Chloe seemed thrilled by my reaction. Flashing a wicked smile, she sauntered over and straddled my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"Leo, your simulation partner for today is me," she purred, her voice dripping with temptation. "I'll act out different scenarios, and you just follow my lead."

I forced myself to keep my voice steady. "Chloe, are you sure about this?"

"Of course, Leo. This is all for your recovery."

Her hands trailed along my chest and shoulders, her fingers tracing lightly over my bare skin.

My heart was beating so wildly it felt ready to tear right out of my chest.

Suddenly, she dipped down and crushed her lips against mine, her hand sliding down my waist...