After a long night tangled in passion, Holly Larson lay across the sheets, cheeks flushed and body weak, though her eyes still carried that soft glow.
Affection +2.
She shyly glanced at Jason Carter, then nestled against him before quickly drifting into sleep from exhaustion.
The next morning, after another messy round and a refreshing shower, they headed downstairs for breakfast.
Once outside, Holly's eyes widened. The motorboat and sleek sailboat Jason had purchased earlier were waiting at the marina.
In truth, they hadn't been stationed here before. Jason's loyal steward, had already arranged everything, ensuring the vessels were ready for their use.
Holly was overjoyed. With childlike excitement, she dragged Jason along, and soon the two were speeding across the waves on the motorboat.
Playing with Megan was about elegance, class, and aristocratic taste. But with Holly, it was pure joy — reckless, free, and full of laughter.
After racing jet skis until they were both soaked and breathless, they switched to the sailboat. This time, they even hired a professional pilot, so they could play without worry. Together, Jason and Holly swam, dove, fished, and explored far beyond the shoreline.
By evening, they finally returned to land, showered off the salt and sun, then headed for a reservation at the Skyline Restaurant — a glittering glass tower high above the city.
Normally, tables had to be booked months in advance, especially during Halloween, when the place was packed with influencers and celebrities. But Jason Carter needed no reservation.
From their window seat, the entire cityscape of Seabreeze City sparkled beneath them like a living ocean of light. Holly was captivated.
For her, money wasn't everything. But she couldn't deny — to truly live without restraint, to truly play as she wanted — wealth mattered.
Affection +1.
On the way back, Holly suddenly leaned in and playfully bit Jason's shoulder.
Jason pretended to wince. "Wrong spot."
"I wanted to bite you," Holly shot back, blushing, "don't twist it into something else."
"Didn't we just have fun in the sky? Why attack me now?" Jason teased.
"I'm too happy," Holly whispered, her tone soft but trembling with meaning. "I'm afraid I'll lose myself in you. Promise me, no matter what happens in the future… don't let me look cheap."
Her words carried weight. She never confronted Jason about Megan, Quinn, or the others. She wasn't naive enough to believe he was the loyal type. But she also wasn't Grace — willing to accept anything without complaint.
She was still the eldest daughter of the Larson family. She could close one eye, but she had her pride.
Jason nodded seriously. "My woman will never be cheap. Tonight, you're not going back to the hotel."
Holly looked at him with sparkling eyes. "Then where are we going?"
"You'll see," Jason replied, sliding her into the co-pilot seat before hitting the gas.
The car roared along the coastal road until they reached Bluewave Bay, the cleanest stretch of water along Seabreeze's coast.
Unlike the over-commercialized beaches further south, this one had been carefully restored over years of effort. The waves here shone under the moonlight like glass, a hidden jewel far away from the crowds.
And tonight, it was theirs alone.
The district was lined with sprawling high-end villas, each backed by private beaches and secured with strict access. This wasn't a tourist zone — it was a sanctuary built for the wealthy, where seawater filtration and beach care rivaled the standards of luxury resorts.
When Jason Carter arrived, his secretary, he was already waiting at the gate. With a courteous nod, he personally escorted them toward one of the newest estates.
The villa spread across more than five acres, dwarfing Jason's mountain residence. Its architecture gleamed with modern luxury, from glass walls reflecting the waves to landscaped gardens rolling right into the sand. On the rooftop sat something outrageous — a private helipad.
The location was unbeatable. This was the prime villa of Bluewave Bay, sitting front row along the coast. From the yard, a delicate ribbon of white sand stretched to the sea. Not far from it, a private pier waited, already fitted to moor both motorboats and sailboats.
Holly Larson's eyes widened in shock. "This villa… don't tell me—"
Jason gave her a calm nod. "Yeah. I just bought it. Cost me eighten million. Do you like it?"
"Of course I like it!" Holly nearly bounced where she stood, struggling to imagine just how incredible it would feel to live here. A villa like this, in a bay like this, with private boats at the pier — it felt like something out of a dream.
She liked Jason's mountain residence too, but this… this was another level entirely.
Jason leaned closer, his voice firm yet indulgent. "From now on, you're the mistress here. The villa, the motorboats, the sailboats — all under your hand. Aside from my mother, no woman can touch them unless you say so."
Jason wasn't the type to lavish gifts on women for no reason anymore. If he dated someone casually, dinner and company were enough — nothing more. Even when he did give gifts, they were small things, never grand.
But Holly wasn't casual. She brought value into his life. He wasn't going to fawn over her, but neither would he withhold what she deserved. If she stayed loyal and sensible, she'd keep her place as mistress of this seaside kingdom. If not… he could strip it away at any time.
Holly stared at him, stunned. The villa, the pier, the boats — and her as the sole mistress? Except for his mother, no other woman allowed without her word? She had just confessed her fear of becoming cheap in the mess of his relationships, and now he'd swept that fear aside completely.
Affection +4.
A system prompt flickered in Jason's mind.
[Holly Larson's Favorability exceeded 90. Status updated.]
Name: Holly Larson
Age: 21
Appearance: 8.4 / 10
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 115 lbs
Favorability: 80 → 92
Ex-boyfriend: None
Diseases: None
Opportunity: Ability to detect potential opportunities around her. Alerts will appear when such chances arise, ensuring she can better serve Jason and perfect herself.
Jason allowed himself a small smile. Another window of opportunity had opened. Even with Holly, he'd claim whatever fortune came his way.
Holly looked at him with fiery eyes. Without caring that he was standing nearby, she threw her arms around Jason's neck and kissed him deeply, clinging to him with stubborn passion.
Jason raised a hand. he, ever perceptive, gave a polite smile and retreated quietly, closing the villa doors behind him. The world was theirs alone.
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