Forever for You

　　Back when he was all innocent, I probably would've turned into a desperate girl right on the spot. But now, he just stood there with a blank face, giving me this creepy smile that sent chills down my spine.

　　As he talked, he kissed me and said, “I have so many secrets you don’t know about.”

　　All I could think was—did he take a flirting class while I was gone? How did he get so good at this?

　　That night, I had a nightmare. In my dream, Alexander stood by my bed with that eerie smile.

　　This was day five of my captivity. My temperature was normal, my mood was surprisingly good, and I was adapting really well. For lunch, I had steak, top-quality marbled beef, and some hearty soup. This was way better than instant noodles!

　　In romance novels, the heroine would be miserable and desperate to escape. But here I was, actually enjoying myself. Maybe it’s because I’ve never had it good, so this felt like a luxury.

　　I wasn’t planning on escaping. Life was a mess anyway, and I figured I’d just go with the flow.

　　The chain on my wrist had been removed, but I still had one on my ankle. It was long enough to let me move around the room freely. I actually kind of liked this chain. Alexander promised to give it to me, and I was thrilled.

　　After eating, I wandered around. I wanted to see if Alexander was secretly listening to sad songs behind my back. I kicked open the bathroom door, and there he was, a bubbly figure hiding behind the curtain. Startled, he quickly pulled it closed.

　　It was Alexander. He yelled, “Olivia, why didn’t you knock before coming in?”

　　I shot back, “Did you give me a heads-up before putting me in that sack? Don’t expect me to knock. Ever heard of 'do unto others as you would have them do unto you'?”

　　He was speechless and went back to showering. I hummed a song, feeling smug. I teased him, “Hey, you can’t catch me. I’m really happy with your physique, keep it up!”

　　After I left, I heard a loud crash in the bathroom. Oh no, did I just piss off my sugar daddy? He’s the one taking care of me, after all.

　　What if he realized I was a greedy, freeloading brat and decided to kick me out? Where would I go then?

　　I started to panic and kept an eye on the bathroom door. After a while, he came out, toweling his hair with a cold expression.

　　I immediately acted like a loyal servant, grabbed the towel, and sat him down on the couch for a full-on salon blow-dry. I was extra careful, not wanting to mess with his already sour mood.

　　As I ran my fingers through his soft hair, my heart softened a bit. He used to dry my hair for me.

　　Suddenly, he spoke, “Olivia, cut the tricks. Whether you try to piss me off or use kindness, it won’t work. I’m never letting you go. Unless I die, you’re stuck with me forever.”

　　It took me a moment to process his words. So, he still loved me, huh? He wasn’t going to kick me out.

　　I was so happy I put down the hairdryer, bent down, and kissed him on the cheek. “I love you! I adore how obsessed you are with me. Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere as long as the good food keeps coming!”

　　Alexander, who was usually calm and composed, suddenly blushed. His cheeks turned a deep shade of red.