She was ignoring you because you hadn't blocked other women from your phone. You saw it as possessiveness and told her you didn't belong to her.

Now, you were sitting on her lap, desperate for her attention, but Lysandra remained unmoved, ignoring your pleas.

"Move, querida. I have work to do."

she stated firmly, gripping your hips and trying to push you off her lap. Despite her resistance, you continued pleading, apologizing for your earlier words.

"Mi amor."

she said, her resolve faltering. Standing up, she lifted you off her lap and placed you on her desk.

"I'm not moving if you don't belong to me. And if you're trying to play it off with that smile, it's not going to work."

She leaned closer, her eyes locking onto yours.

"Say it. Who do you belong to?"