**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."

**Grayson's POV**

When I woke up, I saw Quinn still sleeping next to me with the blanket wrapped around her entire body like a cocoon.

I didn't want to wake her up because she had worked hard last night, making me cum five times during our several rounds of hot sex. 

Honestly, I was very satisfied, I really wanted to do it again. 

I almost lost control last night when we first started. If Quinn hadn't told me it was her first time, I might have been rough with her. Luckily, Quinn told me. That way, I could be gentler with her. Until her cries turned into moans of pleasure. 

I feel honored to be the first for her. Even though she'll never know it. 

I brushed the hair away from her face, kissed her lips briefly, before finally getting up from the bed to shower and prepare for today's game. 

But in the bathroom, as I let the water run over my body, I remembered the moment when I carried Quinn's wet body, and laid her on the bed, soaking the sheets. 

I thought that after sleeping with her, I would feel better, but in reality, I was going crazy because I wanted her again and again. 

Quinn is like an addictive drug. She's like the soothing scent of mint that I love so much. Quinn is the definition of a long-awaited reward that has finally been fulfilled.

I also plan to ask her to come back whenever she needs money. I don't mean for her to sell her body, but just as an excuse for her to come to me. Because besides that, I don't know what else could make her come back to me.

***

"Eat something before you go." I stopped at the bedroom door.

After taking a shower, I quickly made a simple breakfast that was both fast and tasty. I really hope Quinn enjoys it. 

But when I returned to my room, I could no longer smell Quinn. The spot where Quinn had been sleeping also seemed empty than before. And sure enough, when I opened the blanket, there was only a pile of pillows, Quinn was no longer there. 

Damn! I hadn't even had the chance to tell her to come back. I hadn't even had the chance to say thank you or a single word since she fell asleep during the last round when I hadn't finished yet. 

But I can't blame Quinn either. I only paid her for last night, and it's already morning. So she was just doing her job, leaving once she'd fulfilled her duty.

I just need to contact her later. She'll definitely be happy to come back.

***

"Crazy! That was absolutely incredible! You were like a flash, whoss, so fast, scoring so many points and becoming the top scorer. The Frost Maple team won because of all the points you contributed, Grayson."

I just smiled slightly in response to the praise from my teammates, coach, general manager, even the media and the opposing team. 

"Thanks to everyone's effort, not just me," I said without trying to boast.

"What made you play like that besides being a werewolf?" asked one of the journalists. 

This time I widened my smile, for the first time in front of the media. "I was just trying something new. And I liked it."

Then I hurried to the bus to return to the home base with my teammates, leaving behind the commotion caused by my answer.

The first game of the regular season went perfectly, and it was all thanks to Quinn. 

Because of Quinn, today I was able to give my best performance of my career. 

Maybe it's because she's my fated mate, or maybe it's because my mood finally improved, allowing me to perform at my best. 

The point is, I know none of this would have happened without Quinn. 

Among all the women I've ever hired, none can compare to Quinn. Not even one is worthy of being compared to her. 

"Good job everyone. Good job, Grayson," said the general manager, who then sat beside me. 

I immediately turned to him and looked at him intently. "I think I want to use  Quinn's services again as my therapist. I want her to be my permanent therapist."

The general manager widened his eyes. "Really? That's rare. You usually complain about their service and never call them again. But now you're asking for her personally. What's going on?"

I shrugged my shoulders and turned back to face forward. "I'm satisfied with her work. She's also not as talkative or complicated as the others. At least she doesn't treat me like a celebrity."

"Ah, I see. I'll contact her again and send the contract soon."

I'm sure Quinn will accept this job. That way, she won't have to work part-time at multiple places anymore. 

***

Damn! It's been a week, but I haven't seen Quinn at S-T Arena again. She hasn't answered any of my hundreds of calls per day. 

I was so sure she would accept the offer, especially since I also raised her salary compared to previous therapists. 

Or maybe it wasn't enough? Or maybe the general manager's message didn't reach her? I had to make sure. 

I pushed open the door labeled 'management' in front of me. Everyone inside looked surprised but then went back to their work. Meanwhile, I went straight to the general manager in his office. 

"Why hasn't Quinn come back here yet?" I asked him straight to the point. 

"Goodness, Grayson, you gave me a heart attack."

I didn't want to hear his small talk. So I immediately took his phone to confirm whether Quinn's contract had been sent or not.

"Hey, hey, what's going on? What are you looking for on my phone?"

I threw his phone and pulled my hair in frustration. 

It turned out the contract had been sent, and Quinn had replied that she would read it. But this had taken too long, reading a contract like that shouldn't even take a day. There must be another reason why she didn't want to come back. 

Is it because I was too harsh with her? 

"Oh, you want to know about Quinn. I've tried to contact her as you saw, but it seems she's not interested in coming back. Maybe you upset her at that time."

I, consumed by anger, grabbed the collar of his shirt. "I treated her well."

"Then maybe she's already found another job."

I let go of him slowly. He was right, maybe Quinn had found another job before accepting that contract offer. 

Argh, I have to do something to bring Quinn here, to meet me. 

"Be patient, maybe she'll respond later."

I can't wait, I want to see Quinn as soon as possible! 

"Hey, hey, where are you going? There's still practice after this!"

I ignored his words. I vented my anger by breaking my stick into two pieces. Then I threw it out. 

I want Quinn.