Tonight, I'm Yours to Command
After flipping the switch to restore power to the master bedroom, Xiao Yi headed to the surveillance room and brought Stephanie Seymour to the villa's main bedroom.
"Stephanie, this will be our bedroom from now on! Everything here is ours." Xiao Yi said, a thrill of excitement in his voice.
As someone who'd spent his life as an ordinary wage slave scraping by, suddenly gaining possession of such a lavish villa stirred an uncontrollable surge of passion in his heart.
It was like a rags-to-riches parvenu, eager to flaunt his newfound wealth.
But Stephanie Seymour, accustomed to luxury all her life, remained utterly unmoved by it all.
The opulent bedroom layout elicited no surprise from Stephanie Seymour, but when her eyes fell on the nude artistic portraits of female celebrities adorning the walls, her expression shifted to one of clear shock.
She recognized most of them.
They were either Hollywood's biggest stars, top fashion supermodels, or even a few powerhouse women from the political sphere.
All of them had been playthings for that big shot!
Stephanie could imagine that without the apocalypse, she might very well have ended up as one of those paintings on the wall—thrust into the big shot's sights, gaining immense influence in the fashion world.
But none of that mattered now.
Power, wealth—they paled in comparison to the man before her, who could protect her and bring her true happiness.
She even thanked the apocalypse for freeing her from that cutthroat world of fame and fortune, allowing her to meet the man she truly loved.
Stephanie listened quietly as Xiao Yi showed her around the bedroom's features, maintaining a gentle smile the whole time.
This was her first time inside, too.
The party had been the estate owner's chance—and his elite friends'—to select and toy with their favorite female stars in a debauched frenzy. This villa was merely one of that unspeakable big shot's private properties, designed solely for his convenience in hunting Hollywood beauties to his liking.
Stephanie knew the estate's owner had several such villas!
He even owned his own island!!
If she wasn't mistaken, the helicopter had whisked him away to that very island.
He still held sway over America's power structures.
Even in the apocalypse, he could dictate life and death for countless people.
She'd only gotten in on a recommendation from others.
As a rising star among elite supermodels, Stephanie Seymour had naturally become a hot commodity for those big shots.
She understood the unspoken rules of this circle all too well—to carve out a place here, one had to accept these absurd realities.
She'd never been some naive little bunny.
Hell, plenty called her a seductress, a vixen.
But Stephanie Seymour hadn't expected the estate's owner to select her personally.
She'd had a real shot at entering this room to serve that fearsome man.
But just as the party was winding down, the zombie virus erupted, turning the scene into utter chaos.
She never made it to the big shot's bedroom to pleasure that untouchable overlord.
"Who would've thought I'd still end up in this room... but the man who brought me here is the one I truly love..." Stephanie gazed at the beaming Xiao Yi with eyes full of affection, her heart pounding like a frightened deer's.
She wasn't sure if this was her fortune or her curse.
Sometimes, she even felt grateful to God for unleashing the apocalypse on the world.
"Stephanie, there's a bathroom here with a tub. I've got the bedroom's power back on now—you can go soak in a nice hot bath."
Xiao Yi led Stephanie to the bathroom and pointed inside.
Seeing the lavish golden bathtub, a flicker of temptation crossed her face.
How long had it been since she'd had a proper soak?...
The thought of what might happen afterward sent a wave of nervous tension through her.
"You can change your clothes too. There's all sorts of styles in here—pick whatever you like." Xiao Yi pulled open the walk-in closet door, proudly showing it off to her.
"Thank you... Xiao! I never thought I'd survive... You not only saved my life, but you gave me hope for something beautiful... Xiao... thank you so much..."
Suddenly, Stephanie wrapped her arms around Xiao Yi from behind, her red lips brushing softly against his cheek.
"Xiao... I... I love you..."
Her voice—soft, passionate, tender—whispered in his ear.
The softness pressing against his back made Xiao Yi's entire body melt into relaxation.
I love you...
Those three words...
They were the first time anyone had ever said them to him in his life.
And the woman saying them was this stunning, irresistible beauty...
The goddesses he'd once crushed on seemed utterly pedestrian compared to Stephanie.
Xiao Yi never imagined he'd live to hear a confession.
Let alone from a supreme goddess like this—a world-class supermodel, the dream girl of millions.
He could feel it: Stephanie Seymour's love for him was genuine, straight from the heart.
"Xiao... tonight... you can do whatever you want... my body... it's yours to command..."
Stephanie's red lips grazed his ear, her trembling voice murmuring sweet nothings in the most delicate whisper.