Chapter 3 Trapped

• "What the fuck! Small breasts? That man dares to say my breasts are small?" Xena couldn't stop swearing, remembering Morgan insulting her breasts. Xena immediately looked in the mirror. The girl was wearing a bathrobe, having just finished bathing. Even Xena's hair was still wrapped in a towel.
• "He doesn't even know the true size of my breasts." Xena held both of her breasts. Xena couldn't accept Morgan's insults. In fact, for her, the size of her breasts was just right and good. Not too big, and not too small. It's just that sometimes mistakes in choosing a bra make Xena's breasts small.
• "Good morning, Miss Xena?" the maid stepped up to Xena. Reflexively, Xena turned her gaze to the source of the voice.
• "Yes? What's wrong?" asked Xena coldly.
• "Sorry, miss. It's time for breakfast. Please have your breakfast," said the maid politely.
• Xena sighed softly. "Where's Morgan? Is he awake?"
• "Mr. Morgan is awake, Miss. But he's in his painting room," the maid replied, startling Xena.
• "Morgan Louise knows how to paint?" repeated Xena. The girl was afraid she had heard wrong.
• The maid nodded. "Mr. Morgan does have a hobby of painting. Every morning, if he's free, he will choose to paint."
• Xena was speechless at what the maid said. Xena didn't think that an asshole like Morgan Louise had a hobby of painting. However, an idea came to Xena's mind—an idea where she knew what to do.
• "I'm going to see Morgan; where's the guy's painting room?" asked Xena as she looked closely at the maid.
• "You want to see Mr. Morgan?" the maid looked confused.
• Xena nodded. "Yes, I want to see him because I have something to tell him. Please tell me where Morgan's painting room is."
• The maid looked hesitant to tell Xena. But the maid would surely get a tantrum if she didn't tell her. Although she had just met Xena, the maid began to understand Xena Foster's character.
• "Mr. Morgan's painting room is on the fourth floor, Miss." Finally, the maid decided to tell her where Morgan's painting room was.
• "Thanks." Without another word, Xena left her room, heading for Morgan's painting room. The maid was confused when Xena left, still wearing her bathrobe and hair wrapped in a towel. The maid wanted to stop her but didn't dare.
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• Xena wandered around, looking at the 4th floor of Morgan Louise's elegantly designed and luxurious mansion. The arrangement of the rooms and displays was pleasing to the eye. Xena enjoyed the design of Morgan Louise's mansion.
• Xena's gaze accidentally caught sight of a room not far from her. The room was half open, showing many paintings in the room. Xena immediately stepped up to the room and entered without knocking.
• Immediately, Xena's body froze as she saw Morgan's painting. The guy only wore long, light grey training pants and a shirtless body. Xena gulped heavily. Morgan's arms were so muscular. The man's body was firm and sexy and very tempting.
• "What brings you here, Miss Foster." Morgan had already noticed Xena's presence. It was just that the man was still painting and not looking at Xena.
• Xena stepped in front of Morgan gracefully. "I'm quite surprised a man like you can paint, Mr. Louise." Xena looked around the room, which was filled with stunning paintings.
• Morgan raised his head and smiled at the sight of Xena entering the room.
• In front of him, he was wearing only a bathrobe. "You just got out of the shower and came straight here?" he said, shaking his head. Morgan ignored Xena's words.
• Xena removed the towel wrapped around her hair and dropped it on the floor. "Yes, I came here when I heard from your maid that you were painting."
• "So, what's your purpose here, Ms. Foster?" asked Morgan coldly.
• "My first purpose is to make sure you can paint, and my second purpose is, since I know you can paint, then I want you to paint me, Mr. Louise," Xena replied haughtily.
• Morgan smiled wryly. "I only paint objects that I wish to paint. Unfortunately, you don't fit into the objects I desire. You can leave now."
• "Ah, really? Did you really reject me, Mr. Louise?" Xena opened the straps of her bathrobe and casually stripped it off to the floor. "Are you still refusing to paint me, hm?" she said sensually.
• Morgan grinned at the sight of Xena's naked body. The girl in front of him was wearing only a G-string. The round, firm, and challenging breasts did not escape Morgan's sight. Morgan had to admit Xena Foster had a beautiful body. The girl's skin was smooth white, without the slightest blemish.
• "Well, you want me to paint your whole body, hm?" replied Morgan with a gaze that couldn't escape Xena. The tops of the girl's breasts were already stiffening as if stimulated.
• "Yes, please. Show me your painting skills." Xena sat gracefully on the sofa in front of Morgan. The girl puffed out her chest as if to show Morgan her breasts.
• Morgan couldn't stop smiling. "Alright, I'll gladly paint you." Then, Morgan started painting, and Xena struck a sexy pose. The girl's hands were placed on her head, making it even more perfect.
• Xena had a graceful, haughty look on her face. Xena was not an innocent girl. Flashing her breasts was common. If she went to the beach to sunbathe, sometimes Xena only wore a G-string and no bra. So, if Morgan painted her naked body, it was no big deal.
• Before long, Morgan had succeeded in painting Xena. The man stood up, brought his painting board, and showed Xena. "It turns out your breasts aren't as small as I thought." Morgan sat down next to Xena, pulling the girl's chin. "But what you did was flirt with me, Miss Foster. You drove yourself into the tiger's cage. If you get pounced on, don't ever blame the tiger."
• Xena brought her lips to Morgan's. "I just want to prove that you're wrong. There wouldn't be a man who I wouldn't tempt."
• Morgan held Xena's jaw, then boldly rubbed the tops of Xena's breasts with his fingers. "I know your goal is not just to prove yourself, but you want to seduce me."
• "Ah!" Xena bit her lower lip as Morgan's forefinger rubbed her nipples.
• Morgan smiled with satisfaction. "See? My touch easily arouses you. That means I already tempt you." Morgan lowered her head, cupping her nipples.
• "Ahh!" Xena puffed out her breasts. Her body stiffened in Morgan's embrace. Damn it, Xena was caught up in the plan she had created.
• "If the object I paint is like this, I can't refuse." Morgan kissed Xena's bare shoulder.
• "M-Morgan, r-remove your hands," Xena sighed.
• "You have two hands, Xena. Just use your hands to get rid of mine," Morgan whispered as she rubbed her nipples.
• "Ah!" Xena threw her head back, unable to resist Morgan's touch.
• Morgan lowered his hand, touching Xena's sensitive spot, making Xena moan loudly.
• "Ah, Morgan!" Xena squeezed Morgan's strong shoulders. Instead of finishing, Xena opened her thighs wide.
• Morgan chuckled at Xena's sigh. Plus, the man felt Xena's sensitive spot was already wet from his actions. Morgan looked down and sucked her nipples gently.
• "Ah, ah, ah." Xena raised her head. The girl couldn't stop moaning.
• Morgan stopped the heated game. Aligning his face to Xena, he whispered, "Don't tease me, Miss Foster. You don't know me yet." Then, Morgan stood up, stepping away from Xena, who was still in place with her breath caught in her throat.
• "Shit! What are you doing, Xena!" Xena smacked her forehead, cursing the foolishness of what she had done. The idea she had in mind had trapped her.