Give Up, Madam is the Final Boss

The night was pitch black as Stella Hall sat at the bar, her vision blurred from the alcohol. She waved her hand and called out to the bartender, "Hey, one more drink!"

The bartender looked concerned and reminded her, "Miss, this is your tenth drink already."

If Stella ended up in trouble from drinking too much, he would be held responsible.

Stella's anger flared up instantly. "I'm paying for it! I just got cheated on by a jerk, and I can't even drink?"

The bartender, frightened, quickly turned to mix another drink.

Suddenly, the crowd surged, and Stella squinted to see what was happening. When she recognized the person, her eyes widened, and she grabbed her bag, sneaking after him.

If she wasn't mistaken, the handsome man with the sexy woman on his arm was Matthew Moore!

Finally, she had caught him in a compromising situation. She always thought it was suspicious that the CEO of the Magnificent Group had no negative press. With this scoop on Matthew, she could save her job and earn a $100,000 bonus!

Stella skillfully blended in with the waitstaff, avoiding obstacles as she followed Matthew to the top floor.

Matthew seemed drunk, leaning heavily on his companion, who struggled to support him. She managed to open the door but didn't close it properly.

Stella slipped inside and hid in the closet, pulling out her phone to start recording.

Unaware of Stella's presence, the woman began unbuttoning Matthew's shirt and loosening his tie.

Through the camera, Stella couldn't help but think, "Matthew's got a great body. This news will definitely make headlines, even just for that."

But then she noticed something odd. Was that a syringe in the woman's hand?

Stella's eyes darted from the screen to the bed, and sure enough, the woman was holding a syringe filled with a milky liquid, about to inject it into Matthew's firm arm.

Could it be something harmful?

"What are you doing?" Stella's mouth moved faster than her brain, and she stepped out, her voice strong and commanding.

The woman jumped, startled, and looked at Stella in shock before dropping the syringe and bolting out the door.

The door slammed shut, and Stella's hair fluttered in the breeze before settling back down. She stood there, stunned.

In all her years as a paparazzo, she had never encountered something like this. Logic told her to leave, but her emotions worried that if Matthew died here, her career—and possibly her life—would be over.

After a moment of hesitation, Stella approached Matthew cautiously and nudged him. "Are you still conscious?"

Matthew groaned in discomfort, sweat beading on his forehead, his exposed skin alarmingly red.

"I'll use your phone to call for help," Stella informed him, bending down to search for his phone.

Suddenly, Matthew's eyes snapped open, and he yanked her towards him. "Did you drug me?"

Stella's eyes widened in shock. "Of course not!"

She tried to pull away, but Matthew wouldn't let go, tearing a large rip in her shirt.

Matthew's gaze dropped to her smooth skin, and desire flared in his eyes. "Then you take responsibility!"

With that, he pulled Stella closer, the scent of her perfume hitting him like an aphrodisiac.

Matthew tore her shirt open.

Stella quickly covered her chest with her hands. "What are you doing? I told you it wasn't me! I'll call for help—"

She was too noisy.

Matthew silenced her with a forceful kiss, invading her mouth and cutting off her words.

Stella's kissing skills were clumsy, and she instinctively held her breath as he dominated her.

Finally, Matthew pulled back, allowing her to gasp for air, her hands and feet pushing against him.

"You need to learn to breathe through your nose when kissing. How dare you try to drug me without even knowing that?" Matthew's voice was hoarse with desire, his eyes locked on her wet eyes and red lips.

What kind of drug did she give him? The effects were so strong.

Stella wiped her mouth with one hand and tried to pick up the pieces of her shirt with the other, shouting, "I told you it wasn't me! I should have just left you!"

Matthew didn't believe a word; his gaze intense as he grabbed the back of her head and kissed her again.

With one hand, he maneuvered her onto his lap, holding her firmly in place.

Matthew's strength was terrifying, and Stella couldn't break free. In her struggle, she grabbed something hard, thinking it was a tool, but Matthew groaned.

"Don't be so eager," Matthew's voice was dangerously hoarse.

Stella realized what she was holding and quickly let go, but it was too late.

Matthew guided her hand back to his throbbing erection. "Get familiar with it first."

"You're a pervert!" Stella was both embarrassed and angry.

Matthew chuckled. "Is that all it takes?"

He deftly slipped his fingers into her underwear, exploring her intimate area.

Stella's body stiffened as Matthew's fingers began to work her.

Waves of pleasure washed over her, her mind fogging up. Soon, her vaginal discharge soaked Matthew's fingers, leaving wet marks on her underwear.

"Looks like you're more of a pervert than I am," Matthew taunted, showing her his wet fingers.

Stella was completely dazed, her face flushed.

Seeing her so adorably vulnerable, Matthew couldn't hold back any longer. He pulled down her underwear and thrust into her.

"It hurts!" Stella cried out, the pain exploding in her mind as she struggled, tears streaming from her eyes.

This only excited Matthew more.

He moved slowly at first, letting her adjust, and kissed her lips gently. "You'll enjoy it soon."

The pain gradually faded, replaced by waves of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm Stella's senses. She lost herself in Matthew's deep, powerful thrusts.

At 4 a.m., Matthew finally finished, having used up all the condoms. For the last time, he released himself on Stella's round buttocks.

Stella had been unconscious for a while, mumbling something in her sleep.

Curious, Matthew leaned in.

She was muttering, "One hundred thousand dollars... my one hundred thousand dollars..."

Matthew raised an eyebrow. If money could solve it, that would be easy.

He quickly wrote a check and tossed it beside her.

She continued to mumble, "No, don't come inside, it's my dangerous period."

Satisfied, Stella finally fell into a deep sleep.

Before leaving, Matthew took out his phone and snapped a photo, covering her sensitive areas with his shirt. He then found her phone and took a picture of the photo on his phone.

As he scrolled through her phone, he found the earlier video recording.

After watching it, Matthew looked at Stella. "So it wasn't you. I'll let you off this time."

Before leaving, he took Stella's press pass.

If she were a reporter, she should understand what this meant.

As he closed the door, Matthew remembered a recent scandal where a nanny had stolen a wealthy man's sperm from a used condom to get pregnant. He made a call, "Come to Night Sound and clean up the room."