A Gift.

Calista woke up beside Kyle, still blissfully unaware of the power dynamics at play. Kyle knew that money ruled the world, but he hadn't realized just how potent it could be. He had met her, seduced her, and spent the night with her—all in a single day. There was no need for her to play hard to get; after all, he had countless options thanks to his wealth.

As he looked at her sleeping form, peaceful and oblivious, he acknowledged that she was in his life because she had aided him in some way. Kyle had something interesting planned for her future; perhaps upgrades would allow him to replace members of his harem with girls he truly desired. For now, though, he saw Calista's primary role as that of a sex toy. She excelled at that, even if she was a terrible person overall. As long as she could satisfy him physically, she served a purpose.

His phone buzzed with a message from Jane, surprising him since she was usually shy about reaching out first.

"Hey Kyle, it's Jane. Of course, you know it's me; you have my number saved! I just wanted to see how you are doing. And thank you for the other day; I had so much fun."

Kyle smiled at the message, recalling the enjoyable night they shared. However, he decided not to reply immediately because Calista was starting to wake up.

"Good morning, sleepyhead…" Kyle greeted her casually. He had dressed long before she stirred, demonstrating just how deeply she had been knocked out.

Calista stretched and sat up, her breasts peeking out from under the blankets and her toned abdomen coming into view. Kyle couldn't believe he had just slept with her and realized that with enough wealth, he could have his way with some of the most famous people around the globe. There would be no limits to his reach.

As Calista stood up, Kyle felt himself getting aroused again but reminded himself to keep her wanting more. The key was control over his urges. "Go get ready; I want to take you somewhere," he instructed.

Calista raised an eyebrow but complied; she needed to visit the agency today to sort out the technical aspects of her contract with them. It took her a little over an hour to get ready while Kyle passed the time watching television. He switched to a music station in hopes of hearing some rock tunes—his favorite genre—but found nothing appealing.

Finally, Calista emerged from the bathroom looking stunning in the same dress she had worn when they met. "Are you done staring? I have somewhere to be; what is it?" she asked impatiently.

Kyle wasn't in a hurry to answer her question. He knew that her affection for him was hovering around 40%, meaning anything he bought her should yield a fourfold increase in her feelings toward him. This was the perfect time to capitalize on their recent intimacy while it was still fresh in her mind.

He led her to his car but made sure she remained blindfolded throughout the ride to their unknown destination. If it were anyone else, this would have raised red flags for Calista; she wouldn't have indulged in such antics. But there was something about Kyle—something trusting—that made her go along with it.

"Are we there yet?" Calista asked after what felt like an eternity.

"Are you always this impatient?" Kyle teased as the car came to a halt moments later.

"What if I brought you here to kill you?" he joked, watching as Calista froze at the change in his tone.

"Stop playing!" she shot back, trying to mask her fear as she reached for the blindfold. When she pulled it down and saw they were at a car dealership, confusion washed over her.

"What are we doing here?" Calista asked, bewildered.

Kyle poked her forehead playfully. "We're getting you a car, silly."

Her eyes widened in disbelief as she surveyed the luxury vehicles around them—cars worth no less than $1 million each. If Kyle wanted to buy her a car, surely it could have been something simple.

"A car? Is this a joke?" Calista exclaimed incredulously.

Kyle stepped out of the car and opened the door for her. As she exited, her beauty drew attention from passersby; she made for an impressive accessory that elevated Kyle's status even further.

Before they could take another step, a salesman appeared before them with an overly eager smile plastered on his face. He was desperate to make this sale and meet his monthly quota but quickly realized Kyle wasn't paying him any mind.

"Now look around and tell me which car you want; nothing is too much…" Kyle said confidently, suppressing thoughts about how much he really wanted to spend—he figured $4 million should be his limit.

Calista began exploring with the salesman trailing behind her while Kyle walked beside him casually. He noticed the man stealing glances at Calista's body but dismissed it; he knew how Calista treated people without money—she could be quite unpleasant—and he had no emotional attachment to her either.

As Calista wandered toward one of the most expensive sections of the dealership, Kyle felt a twinge of concern but let it go as she stopped and pointed excitedly at a sleek vehicle: the Lamborghini Sian.

"This is it!" she declared confidently.

The salesman jumped into action immediately. "This is the Lamborghini Sian! It costs a whopping $3.7 million but is a steal since insurance is included if you opt for single payment! It boasts a 6.5-litre—"

He was cut off when Kyle raised a finger and turned his attention back to Calista. "Is that what you want?"

She nodded eagerly, clearly thrilled by the prospect of such an extravagant gift.

"Now punk out! You can't have that much money just sitting around!" Calista thought to herself as excitement coursed through her veins.

"We'll take it," Kyle said decisively, sending shockwaves through both Calista and the salesman.

The salesman's jaw dropped as realization set in—they hadn't made a sale in weeks, and this man was ready to buy without hesitation.

"R-Right this way, sir," he stammered as they moved toward the paperwork area.

At that moment, Calista understood: Kyle was indeed the real deal.