**Grayson's POV**

I slapped her butt. "Move properly!"

This was the second time I had warned this bitch to serve me properly. I had high hopes because she was supposedly handpicked by the pimp after I made my request. But it turned out she was very ordinary. She just looks like Quinn, nothing else special, nothing interesting.

"Umm... ah, you're so big, sir." 

Enough, I couldn't take it anymore. She wouldn't be able to make me cum if she kept making voices like that. 

However, I had to have sex until I cum before the game so I could play well and win. And this woman couldn't make me come after an hour of sex. 

"I'm sure you'll cum soon..."

I covered her mouth and grabbed my phone. I dialed a number I had saved five days ago. 

I couldn't wait for the general manager to contact her tomorrow. I wanted her to come to me right now. Because I was messed up after meeting her. I also felt that my game on the rink was a little off after that therapy session with her. 

"Yes, sir... um, I mean Grayson..."

I didn't listen to the rest of her words because just hearing her voice made me tense again. So I continued having sex while listening to her talk. 

But it didn't help me cum either. 

"Come here, I'll send the address via message. Take a taxi if necessary so you can get there faster. Do you understand?"

"I got it. I'll try to arrive before midnight."

"Good."

Then I hung up the call and threw my phone carelessly. I also took out my penis and lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling of my bedroom. 

"Sir, I still have one more chance. Let me satisfy you," the slutty woman said again. She immediately put my penis in her mouth and did something else. 

I didn't respond and chose to close my eyes, imagining Quinn who would soon be in my grasp. 

I was sure Quinn would be able to fulfill my superstition. I was sure because she was my fated mate. Someone I had been waiting for all this time to come into my life after going through various rumors with women who were rumored to have a relationship with me. 

Quinn may not know that I am her fated mate, but the moment I saw her at our first meeting at the S-T Arena, I recognized her immediately. She is the one destined by the Moon Goddess to be my fated mate, my soulmate, till death do us part, Quinn Blair Roux. A human and my therapist.  

From that day on, when she entered the S-T Arena, I smelled a very rare scent, one that was intoxicating and addictive. That scent came from Quinn, who arrived carrying her shoulder bag, frightened because I yelled at her.

I was forced to yell at her and act rude in front of others because I didn't want any more gossip spreading about the woman who was close to me. I also couldn't admit in public that Quinn was my fated mate because my family would definitely oppose it. 

My family believed that my fated mate should also be a werewolf, not a weaker human. They wanted me to have a fellow werewolf partner so that our bloodline would not be mixed and tainted by humans. 

That's why I haven't told anyone that Quinn is my fated mate, including Quinn herself, because I want to protect her, I want her to stay safe.

Even though it's not uncommon for humans to be matched with werewolves, it's different with my family. It's not other people who are dangerous, but my own family, because if they find out, they might do everything they can to get rid of Quinn so that my fated mate changes. 

Since that day, Quinn has been like ink that won't fade from my mind, sticking like glue and making me addicted to her touch. Since then, I've had no desire for any woman other than Quinn, and I've been forced to do everything I can to fulfill my superstition these past few days. 

I tried hiring someone who looked like Quinn, but it didn't help at all. It was actually Quinn's voice on the phone earlier that finally made me cum, even if only a little. 

That's why I invited her by baiting her with a large sum of money because I was sure she wouldn't refuse. Even though I couldn't read her mind like I could read other people's minds, I was very sure she really needed the money after reading her resume. 

Yes, I had researched and studied Quinn's life history, and I knew she was struggling with heavy burdens, debts, and the medical expenses for her sick younger brother who was currently in the hospital. 

After learning all that, I paid off all her debts and covered her brother's medical expenses for the next few years. But I won't tell Quinn that because she would definitely refuse free help. So it's better to use this method, calling her and paying her when I want her to. For now, that's all I can do before I can finally introduce her officially as my fated mate. 

"You're getting hard again, sir."

I sighed irritably. My penis had been erect since Quinn answered the phone call earlier, not because of her. 

"What if we try it one more time?"

"Go away," I replied lazily. 

"Please, give me another chance. If I go back and my pimp gets a report that I couldn't satisfy you, then she won't pay me."

Enough, I've lost my patience. 

I grabbed her clothes, walked to the door, and threw it. "I won't report you. Get out now."

But instead of obeying me, she knelt in front of me, licked my penis, and squeezed it. 

Actually, I've never been rough with women, but this time he had gone too far. 

I pulled her hair and pushed her gently. But she made it dramatic by banging herself against the wall. 

"I'll go to the press and tell everyone that you're violent towards the women you have sex with."

What? I was being nice by not throwing her out the window and not reporting her to her boss, but she's acting like this? 

Hm, fine, don't blame me if I treat her differently from other women I've never been rude to. 

I threw the money in front of her face, the amount I paid her pimp. As I was about to pull her out, I saw a shadow at the front door. 

"I hope you lose tomorrow!" the slutty woman shouted as she ran out with my money and her clothes. 

Damn it, she's cunning. 

I roughly ran my hands through my hair. Today was truly unlucky.

"Sorry... I didn't mean to eavesdrop. After getting out of the lift, I saw this door open and I intended to go in, but you were arguing with someone so I waited in front of the door. I promise I'll forget everything you guys said."

I looked aside, finding Quinn standing with her head down at the doorway. 

Oh, maybe my bad luck has finally left me. The Quinn I was waiting for has arrived.

**Quinn's POV**

"Come in," he said coldly. 

Oh my gosh, what did I just witness? 

A sexy outfit that almost landed on my face, Grayson with a woman who looked a bit like me but with a sexier body, both of them naked, and the drama of the sexy woman being kicked out. 

Oh, what kind of scene was that! Or maybe I came at the wrong time? Maybe Grayson canceled the appointment on my way here? Oh, if that's true, then I'm done. My phone was dead, so I didn't know if he sent me a new message. 

"I... I'll leave now. Sorry, I didn't know you sent a message to cancel," I said, my courage fading. I was about to close the door when Grayson finally spoke. 

"Who canceled? Close the door and come with me."

Based on the situation and what I witnessed earlier, I think if I continue with the therapy, it will feel very awkward. Maybe it would be better if I canceled it. 

But if I don't do the treatment on Grayson tonight, I'll lose those 10,000 dollars and also the transportation costs to get here. 

Plus, there are debts and other needs that need to be met this month. Argh, what should I do?

"Why are you still standing there?"

Ugh, screw what I saw earlier. That's Grayson's business with that woman, not mine.

Yes, I don't need to be afraid. If I don't upset him, he won't be angry with me, right?

So I plucked up the courage to follow him. He entered a room that I guessed was his bedroom. 

Once again, I was shocked. This time by the condition of his bedroom. It was a complete mess. 

Pillows, blankets, mattresses, sheets, everything was piled up with tissues, empty condoms, and lubricant next to them. 

This looked more like a place that had just been used for a sex party than a bedroom. 

"I didn't have time to clean it, and there's no maid living here. So just ignore it. Adjust yourself."

I was even confused about how I could adjust. Because as soon as I stepped in, I stepped on an empty condom that belonged to Grayson. 

This was a situation I never imagined I would experience in my entire life. Being in the bedroom of a famous hockey player after he had hot sex with a call woman he bought. 

It's no surprise that werewolves sleep with many people before meeting their fated mate, and humans do the same before they get married, but still... being in that situation directly feels very different, it's more weird and awkward.

But it seems like I'm the only one tense here because Grayson is already lying on his bed, folding his arms across his chest, and staring at me intensely. 

Maybe, I need to lighten the mood. And the sooner I perform the massage on him, the sooner I can leave this situation. 

"How was the last treatment, sir, uh, I mean, Grayson?"

"It was not bad," he replied briefly, his voice still cold. 

Oh my gosh, if this is how it's going to be, I might just freeze up here. 

So I hurriedly took out my equipment, such as lotion, towels, some aromatherapy oils, and aromatherapy candles to relax his mind. Hopefully, that way he wouldn't be angry anymore. So I could get paid smoothly and go home. 

"I'll start the massage. Please lie down a little," I tried to give instructions. But Grayson didn't move, staying in place while still looking at me with an expression I couldn't interpret.

Oh, maybe I wasn't clear enough, I thought. So I opened my mouth again, "Can you lie down a little?"

"You know, I must have sex before the game so I can perform at my best and score the most points to help my team win," he said clearly and firmly. 

Meanwhile, I stood frozen in place and accidentally dropped one of the bottles of aromatherapy oil. I... didn't hear that wrong, did I?

"Superstition. You know those kinds of things? What do you think?"

My opinion? He's asking me about the sexual activities he has to do before a game? 

Of course, I think it's weird and has nothing to do with winning or losing. I don't believe in such things.  

But if I answered like that, maybe I would be kicked out right now for ruining his mood. So instead of being honest, I lied. 

"Is that what werewolves usually do? I don't really understand superstitions or anything related to that, but maybe something like that is normal for werewolves. So I don't have a problem with it because it's your right to use your money to hire someone to have sex with," I replied quickly in one breath.

"But it's not just sex, and boom, I win the next day."

Oh really, he still wants to talk about it? I want to cover my ears right now. 

"Then?" I asked as I began massaging his arm. 

"I had to cum, that's how my superstition was fulfilled. But unfortunately, I couldn't cum with that woman earlier."

I closed my eyes for a moment before continuing what I was doing. Honestly, that information bothered me. Why was he telling me, a complete stranger, about this? 

I wouldn't even know that a great player like Grayson had such a superstition behind his victories if he hadn't told me this. I might have just assumed that he hired that woman for a one-night stand and that was it. 

"Maybe you could still win without doing it," I said, trying not to sound rude. 

"No. I actually need someone right now to have sex with me until I cum. Why do you think I paid you, just an ordinary therapist, 10 thousand dollars? For a few hours of massage?"

I reflexively let go of his arm and stepped back. 

Wait, something's wrong here. 

"The service I'm talking about isn't just a regular massage, it's more than that. And tomorrow's game is an important game as the opener of the regular season to determine the team standings, so my team can't lose, I have to score a lot of points."

So, indirectly, Grayson was paying me 10,000 dollars to have sex with him until he cum, instead of treating him like before? Then he was out of line! 

Did he think I was a prostitute who could be paid to sleep with him? I wasn't like that!

"Sir, my role here is as a massage therapist, not as a sexual partner you can pay to come whenever you want," I said angrily and frustratedly. 

I immediately packed all my things and put them in a bag, which I then carried. 

I wanted to hit myself in the head because I finally realized that Grayson had a lot of money that he could use for anything, including planning this from the start, inviting me to have sex instead of regular therapy. 

I truly regretted not listening to my gut feeling that something was off from the very beginning when I answered his call. 

"Oh, so you don't want to? Then you can refuse and leave without taking the 10,000 dollars." He stood up in his bathrobe and walked toward the door. I followed him immediately.

Argh, I hate this situation. 

After all, my pride comes first. 

But... if I prioritize my pride, I won't be able to eat tomorrow, I won't even be able to buy water, and I'll have to walk home from here because I don't have a single penny in my wallet. 

But if I accept Grayson's crazy offer, then I... have to give up my virginity. I've never had sex before, even though I've been in relationships before. 

The 10,000 dollars would really help me pay off my debts and monthly expenses for this month, as well as cover my brother's hospital bills. I also wouldn't be hounded by debt collectors at least until next month, and that would really help ease my mind. 

But to get that money, I'd have to have sex with Grayson. 

I truly thought hard about it for a while. Then I mustered the courage to look at him. Our eyes met. He looked at me with one eyebrow raised. Maybe he thought I wouldn't refuse. 

And he was right, I couldn't refuse this offer that wouldn't come twice. An offer that was very tempting, even though I had to pay for it with my body. 

I pulled the bathrobe he was wearing, "I agree, but you have to transfer the money to my account first. Only then will I have sex with you."

"No problem," he replied, sounding satisfied with a smirk and a gaze that seemed ready to devour me.

**Quinn's POV**

"Done, I've transferred 10,000 dollars to your account," he said, showing me his phone screen. 

It was true, he had given me the money. And now, it was my turn to give him what he wanted. 

But now I was confused. This would be my first sexual experience. I didn't know where to start. Should I take the initiative, or should Grayson?

"Have you ever had sex with another man before?"

"Huh? Isn't that private? I can't answer that."

I didn't want to tell him that this was my first time, because he would cancel it, thinking that I wouldn't be able to satisfy him. So I thought it would be better to lie. 

"Then I don't need to be careful."

Grayson pulled my hand and led me to the bed, pushing me until I fell onto my back. 

Before he could do anything else, I placed both my hands in front of my chest. "I've been working all day and haven't had time to shower. So let me shower first."

He sighed but then stepped aside. "Do it quickly. Don't waste my time."

I nodded and hurried straight to the bathroom. 

***

I hugged myself under the shower. I didn't know how long I'd been here, but I think I can't do it. 

I can't have sex because it would remind me of the assault that almost happened. That incident traumatized me to this day, and that's why I didn't have sex with my ex-boyfriend either. 

I'm too afraid. 

I want to run away from here and go home. 

Thud. 

"What are you doing in there? You've been in there for almost an hour. You've made me wait."

I panicked when Grayson suddenly walked in shirtless. 

"Wait... I still need some time," I said, trying to back away from him. 

But he just lifted my body, carried me like a sack, and laid me on the bed. 

It happened so fast when Grayson coated his penis and mine with lubricant. It felt so cold that it made me flinch. 

He spread it on his penis and was about to insert it, which reflexively made me push him away with my feet. 

"I... I'm not sure I can do this. Your penis is too long and big. It won't fit," I stammered. I also pulled my legs up to cover myself and hugged them. 

Meanwhile, Grayson looked very angry. He growled, making a sound like a wolf stalking its prey. His eyes also changed from blue to jet black. 

It was terrifying. What if he really ate me? What if he killed me here? Oh, I still wanted to live. I still had to take care of my brother. 

"I don't like you playing games with me, Quinn."

I shook my head quickly. "I just don't want you to just shove it in like that."

"Then prepare yourself." He threw the lubricant at me. 

With trembling hands, I dripped the lubricant onto my fingers. Then I tried to touch my lower body with one finger. I tried to insert it, but it felt painful and strange, so I pulled it out again. 

"Fuck, I can't wait any longer."

Grayson snatched the lubricant and turned my body so that I was now lying face down on his thighs. 

"Please do it slowly... ugh..." 

I widened my eyes when I felt his two fingers enter. It was too sudden. It also felt uncomfortable, so I wanted to pull his hand out. But he held my hands behind my back. 

Now I couldn't do anything but move my whole body so he would take his fingers out. I would go crazy if he left them there too long. 

"Just put it in... hurry up and put yours in."

"Alright, if that's what you want. Get on all fours."

He slapped my butt. I had no choice but to obey. 

I turned my body over, gripping the sheets tightly. And a second later, he put his thing in, making me scream in pain silently. Tears fell down my cheeks, and I couldn't stop them. 

"Stop resisting and just do your job, or you won't see the sun tomorrow."

I could only cry while biting my lip. Honestly, this was extremely painful, but this was the price I had to pay because he had given me a huge amount of money. 

"This is just the beginning. I haven't put it all in yet."

My body froze instantly. Not all in? But mine already feels full. I think I can't take it anymore. 

I pushed him back so he wouldn't insert it fully, but he pushed his hips forward, forcing me to hit the headboard. 

Hiks, I don't know how I can endure this. It was already painful enough earlier. I just hope this ends soon. 

"Why are you crying? Didn't you say you've done this with another man before?"

My breath was labored, and I shook my head as much as I could, "No... this is my first time. I lied to you. I... have never... had sex... with any man... before you."

"Oh shit!" That's when he suddenly stopped. Allowing me to take a deep breath.

I thought he wouldn't continue because he pulled out, but then he put it back in, albeit more slowly. He also tilted my head and kissed me on the lips. And he resumed his activity. 

Maybe I should have been honest from the start that this was my first time so he could have been gentler from the beginning. But it was too late. Now I had to accept the consequences of my lie. 

"I have to do it until I cum, hold on."