Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world

The afternoon sun spilled soft golden rays across the streets as Brandon and Yverine walked together toward the theater.

It wasn't too far from their hotel, but even in the afternoon, the place buzzed with people.

Couples, families, and groups of friends crowded the entrance, chatting in French while waiting for their turn.

Brandon held his phone in one hand, scrolling through the online confirmation "Looks like it's a bit crowded today…"

Yverine glanced at the gathering of people without much reaction. "It's the weekend. That's expected."

They stepped through the front doors into the lobby, where the chatter grew louder.

The air smelled of freshly popped popcorn, sweet crepes, and the faint hint of coffee from a nearby vending stall.

Brandon walked through the line of people, showing the QR code on his phone to the attendant.

The attendant scanned it with a quick beep, then nodded, handing them a printed receipt "Salle trois. Profitez du film, Le Dernier Sérénade."

Brandon glanced back at Yverine "Alright, we're all set."

She gave a faint nod and asked "Did you understand what she said."

Brandon gave her a blank stare and shook his head with a dry smile "Nope, I don't know French."

With a giggle, she replied "She said it's room number three... Enjoy the film."

"Ohh..."

Before heading in, Brandon stopped at the snack counter "Can't watch a movie without proper snacks."

Yverine tilted her head slightly "…Sure."

He returned with a big tub of popcorn, two drinks, and a small pack of chocolates "Here, you can hold the drinks."

Yverine took it silently, though her fingers lingered lightly against his fingers for just a moment before she shifted her gaze toward the entrance of the screening halls.

As they approached the entrance to Salle 3, the crowd thickened slightly with people, children tugging their parents along, and couples chatting quietly.

The flow was a little chaotic, with some squeezing past others to find their way.

Seeing a group pushing their way through, Brandon instinctively reached out and pulled Yverine a bit closer by the wrist, shielding her with his body "Stay close. Don't wanna lose you in this mess."

For a second, her calm eyes softened, and a faint blush brushed her cheeks, but she didn't say anything and just let him guide her forward.

They finally stepped into the darkened hallway leading to their screening room.

Brandon scanned the rows, spotting their reserved seats near the center "There... middle row. Good view."

Carefully walking through, he made sure Yverine went ahead while he followed, balancing the popcorn.

When they finally reached their seats, Yverine settled down, placing the drink in the cup holder.

Brandon sat beside her, sinking into the plush seat with a satisfied sigh.

The chatter and soft rustling filled the room as more people filed in.

Brandon smiled, popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth.

The theater lights dimmed slowly, and the crowd hushed.

As the movie's opening music began, Brandon casually placed the popcorn in the middle between them.

Without looking away from the screen, Yverine reached out, taking a single piece of popcorn.

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After finishing the movie, both Brandon and Yverine stepped out of the screening room, moving with the small crowd that filtered into the lobby.

Suddenly, amidst the chatter and footsteps, someone reached out, attempting to tap Yverine's shoulder.

But she subtly shifted her body and turned her head sharply, missing the shoulder tap.

Brandon noticed the movement immediately and turned as well.

Turning around, he saw a man standing there wearing a black suit.

Yverine's gaze narrowed subtly looking at the man.

The man spoke in a low tone, "Notre maître souhaite vous rencontrer." (Our master wants to meet you.)

Her eyes narrowed further and she replied flatly "Votre maître ? Je ne le connais pas… Ne me faites pas perdre mon temps." (Your master? I don't know anyone… Don't waste my time.)

Brandon glanced between them and he didn't understand a word of what they were saying but could feel the tension.

The man simply held her gaze and, after a brief pause, spoke again, "Vous n'avez pas le choix. Venez le rencontrer."

(You have no other choice. Come and meet him.)

Brandon instinctively stepped a little closer, gently taking Yverine's hand "Sister Yve… what is he saying?"

Yverine didn't take her eyes off the man "Someone wants to meet me."

Huh? Brandon blinked in confusion.

With a deep frown, she gave a nod "Très bien… voyons de qui il s'agit." (Alright... Let's see who it is.)

The man in the coat silently gestured for them to follow.

Yverine's hand tightened slightly around Brandon's as they followed him.

Instead of exiting the theater, they were guided upstairs to a quiet hallway that branched off from the main lobby.

At the end of the corridor there was a door with a gold-plated sign: "Salon Privé" the VIP hall.

The doorman outside glanced at them briefly, then stepped aside without a word.

As the door opened, they slowly entered in.

The room was dimly lit and the faint scent of expensive cigars lingered in the air.

Plush velvet couches lined the space, and at the far end, a man was sitting casually on the couch.

On his lap a woman was sitting, leaning onto him.

The man's hair was slicked back, and a gold watch glinted faintly on his wrist as he lazily swirled a glass of wine.

His gaze lifted slowly, meeting theirs, and a faint smile curled on his lips.

Yverine stepped in front of him and asked "Que veux-tu?" (What do you want?)

The man chuckled lowly and looked at Yverine from top to bottom.

She was wearing casual clothes, not even revealing clothes but she could feel his predatory gaze.

He leaned back even further into the couch, his free hand lazily stroking the thigh of the woman on his lap.

When he spoke, his grin widened "Une seule nuit… avec toi." (Just one night… with you.)

Brandon froze for a second, not catching the exact words but instantly sensing the shift in his tone.

And from his gaze alone, he could tell what he was saying.

Yverine's gaze condensed 'What is this cliche ass story? An arrogant idiot from a rich famil-'

But her eyes widened in surprise as she noticed Brandon moving and in the next instant, a kick landed on the man's chest.