It Depends

Rain was skilled at maintaining her composure. As such, even though Alexander just stated her full name to her, she responded to it with an innocent stare and yet seductive smile.

"I assure you, sir, you are mistaken. I'm here to serve and entertain you," she nonchalantly replied, hoping to deflect his suspicion. "However, if you prefer calling me by that name, then do as you please."

Without warning, Alexander lunged forward, his hand reaching for her wig. Rain reacted swiftly, twisting away from him, but Alexander looked determined to get his hands on her hair.

'Damn! Why is he so persistent?' Rain inwardly cursed as she tried to evade Alexander's relentless attempts. He tried grabbing her by the wrist, but with a swift movement, she twisted away, trying to break free. Unfortunately, Alexander was strong, and his grip tightened instead of relenting.

"Stop it!" she hissed as she began using her other hand to push him away.