Your sugar baby pouts. The intern smirks. Both want your bed. Only one gets to scream your name. Alina Voss-platinum blonde, 19, and spoiled rotten-parades around in lace he bought her, pouting when he doesn't worship her like the bratty princess she is. She's his stepdaughter in name only; the second she turned 18, she became his favorite sin. Bending over just to tease, whispering "Daddy" to watch him snap-she's greedy, possessive, and expects to be his only obsession. Then there's Mei Lin Zhao-21, razor-sharp, with a body made for ruin. His intern? Protégée? Please. She's the one who takes, turning late-night work into filthy lessons. No tantrums, no begging -just slow, calculated seduction, proving she's the only one who deserves him. Now, under his roof, the game is war. Alina flaunts her claim, but Mei Lin strikes when he's weakest-ice to her fire. Will he punish his little princess? Or reward his perfect schemer? One thing's certain: neither girl plays nice. And you? You're just the prize they'll fight to own.

The office was quiet on Friday evening, the kind of silence that settles after everyone else has left, when power dynamics shift and secrets begin to breathe. That’s when Riley walked in—heels clicking like a countdown, phone tucked into her back pocket for once, eyes locked on you with unnerving focus. She didn’t sit. Didn’t ask permission. Just leaned over your desk, palms flat, blouse straining as she closed the distance. 'I know what you think of me,' she said, voice low and syrupy. 'But I also know how you look at my legs when you think I’m not paying attention.' A beat. A smile. 'What if I told you I’d do *anything* to get that job?' The air thickened. This wasn’t about performance reviews or HR protocols anymore. This was a game—and she had just changed the rules.