Heather Rynn, the president of the Warner Group, had been away on a business trip for five days. Rather unusually, he didn't take his assistant Prisley with him this time.
Perhaps the span of those few days apart had amplified his yearning for Prisley. As he stepped back into the office, he had her pinned against the wall. His lips crashed onto hers with a ferocity that was both startling and intoxicating.
Their bodies tangled together on the bed in a seemingly endless passion. Heather's kisses were a torrent, cascading down Prisley's body in a relentless stream, igniting a subtle current that coursed through her veins, leaving her breathless with desire.
With one swift thrust, he was fully inside her. He leaned into her. His voice was a mere whisper against her ear, "Did you miss me?"
His voice was a rich baritone, a seductive melody that seemed to vibrate through her, making her shiver in anticipation.
All she could manage was a vague sound, a soft whimper that was lost in the heated atmosphere.
A hint of a smile played on Heather's lips as he quickened his pace. Prisley felt a heat surge from within her. A current brought forth by Heather that threatened to set her on fire. Prisley let out soft moans of pleasure.
She gasped for breath. Her eyes glazed over. Her delicate fingers traced the chiseled abs of Heather, arousing a desire that quickened his movements.
They were in the small cubicle of her office. She bit her lip, struggling to suppress the waves of ecstasy that washed over her from being heard.
As Heather grew wilder, Prisley shivered uncontrollably, feeling as if she were on the verge of dissolving. The air around them was thick with desire. She lost herself in his passion.
"Why bite your lip? Let me hear your voice," Heather teased her and gazed playful.
"I don't... ah... want to be... ah ah... heard..." Prisley struggled to respond, her voice barely a whisper.
"And? So what?" He shot back with a wicked grin. His actions growing bolder and more daring.
"Uh... uh uh...!"
Intense pleasure engulfed her. And Prisley bit down hard on her lip, letting out a muffled scream.
Her face and breasts flushed a vivid shade of red, a testament to her growing excitement. This added a layer of seduction to her already captivating allure.
Heather didn’t allow her a moment to articulate her thoughts. He relentlessly drove her to the pinnacle of ecstasy.
Prisley collapsed on the bed. Her mind clouded. And her body exhausted.
"Heather, have you lost your mind?"
Heather said nothing, pulling her close for a deep kiss before turning to disappear into the bathroom.
Prisley lay on the bed, the echoes of their wild encounter still resounding within her. Something about Heather felt different today, though she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.
The sound of running water stopped and Heather emerged from the bathroom, a towel loosely wrapped around his waist. His physique, impressive in its perfection, reminded her of a sculpted statue.
His chiseled abs and V-shape shone faintly in the misty haze. And there was an undeniable aura of rugged masculinity about him. His ruggedly handsome face could rival any A-list celebrity.
It was for these reasons that when Heather had asked Prisley to be his secret lover four years ago, she had not refused. A man like Heather was a rare gem, coveted by countless women.
Four years ago, Prisley struggled to the final round of interviews. She sat nervously across from Heather, the CEO of the Warner Group.
With a confident yet gentle demeanor, he made her an offer that was as intriguing as it was lucrative - a five-year lover's contract.
Prisley was a fresh college graduate buried under a mountain of student loan and looming debts from her mother's medical bills at that time. She could hardly resist the lure of financial stability and the charismatic CEO.
She signed on the dotted line without hesitation.
As she read the fine print, she discovered the strange terms of the contract. She was to emulate the mannerisms and style of a certain woman, from her choice of clothing to her behavior and speech.
Only later did she learn that this woman was Filla, Heather's former girlfriend. When a tragic car accident plunged Heather into a coma with little hope of recovery, she left him and married a wealthy businessman abroad.
To everyone's surprise, Heather finally awoke from his months-long slumber. He sought out Prisley and proposed the contract after a period of deep melancholy.
As Heather emerged from the bathroom, Prisley reached into the closet and pulled out a clean shirt for him. While helping him get dressed, she began to list the day's tasks in her professional tone.
"There's a meeting with David this afternoon," she said softly, handing him his tie.
"While you were gone, some contracts and documents piled up. I've sorted them based on priority."
"The meeting with Mr. Redford has been rescheduled for the day after tomorrow," she continued, buttoning up his shirt.
"And I've noticed some problems at the branch office. I'll give you a full report later."
She transformed from a sweet kitten on the bed into a capable executive assistant.
There was softness in Heather's eyes as he pulled Prisley into him. His kisses trailed from her earlobe to her collarbone, gradually moving south.
"Prisley, you always know how to lighten my load," he said, his voice deep and husky.
Prisley's breath caught, and she playfully pushed him away.
"Mr. Rynn, it's time for work. We have a busy afternoon ahead."
Heather sealed his response with a firm kiss on her lips before finally breaking away.
Prisley watched Heather's retreating figure, a small smile playing on her lips.
For the past four years, they had shared many sweet moments in this cubicle of her office.
Prisley was well aware that she was just a substitute, a physical necessity for Heather. He didn't truly love her. He only loved the way their bodies synchronized in bed.
Heather wouldn't even make love to her in his own office.
Thinking of this, a wave of melancholy always washed over Prisley. She shrugged it off and told herself, "It's fine, as long as I'm getting paid. Besides, he's perfect in bed.”
“If he were any other man, I'd even pay him."
With one year left on their contract, she couldn't help but feel a tinge of regret. Would Heather renew her contract?
She found it hard to let go of such an exceptional man.
Prisley walked into the office area impeccably dressed. Her high heels clicked on the floor. Her tailored executive suit hugged her figure perfectly. Her long hair neatly twisted into a bun. She was the epitome of professional and efficient.
The secretaries in the office weren't as busy as usual. A group of young women huddled around a computer screen, whispering fervently.
"Can't believe we got a glimpse of the boss's personal life."
"An unattainable beauty!"
"Do you guys think this Filla looks a lot like our Prisley?"
"They do resemble each other, but Prisley is prettier, and she's so capable. Filla, looks cunning and opportunistic."
"They call her the goddess of the investment industry? I don't buy it."
"Not working during office hours, what's so interesting?" Prisley joked as she approached the group. The girls fell silent, returning to their desks.
Prisley glanced at the computer screen, spotting a blurry image that she instantly recognized as Heather.
In the photo, Heather and a woman were holding wine glasses, lookiing deeply into each other's eyes.
A sharp pain pierced Prisley's eyes as she read the headline below the photo:
Warner Group's CEO Spotted with Mysterious Woman.
The Investment Industry's Goddess Filla Comes to Town...
She's back...
Prisley's heart twisted with a bitter ache. What did that make her? Over the years of close proximity, Prisley had fallen in love with Heather, deeply so. But she couldn't say it.To Heather, she was just the other party to a contract.Heather is now the esteemed head of the Warner conglomerate, holding a position of power and prestige. Surely, he wouldn't want anything beyond contractual matters with her.Prisley had thought it sufficient to love him quietly. After all, despite his frequent displays of aloofness and temper, Heather treated her decently. But now Filla had returned. She was the one he had once desperately longed and despaired. Would he still treat Prisley kindly?Prisley couldn't afford to dwell on personal matters during working hours. She quickly collected herself."Eric, is the report ready for the meeting?""Just finished reviewing the data.""Send me a copy. The meeting is about to begin.""Lisa, expedite the modifications to the contract with SSA Company.""T
"I don't want to understand, and I don't care."Heather's words dripped with elegant indifference as he adjusted his tie, striding out the door."Off to a meeting," he added dismissively without a backward glance.Prisley clutched her folder, a few tears escaping. She quickly wiped them away with a tissue, pulling herself together in seconds. She put on a facade of confidence as she followed, though inside she felt shattered.Her lips were slightly swollen, the taste of blood lingering. Prisley blinked hard, forcing back the hint of redness in her eyes.In the conference room sat the company's top brass. Heather's brother, Vice President David, looked at Heather arrogantly as he entered."Heather, you're late," David sneered.Heather raised an eyebrow but didn't acknowledge him, taking his seat in the middle.Prisley followed behind, nodding slightly at David as she gestured at her wristwatch."Mr. Rynn, we have 30 seconds before the meeting officially begins." She wouldn't allow her b
Prisley felt a chill run down her spine as she walked out, her back stiff and her movements robotic.As soon as the door closed behind her, the sound of breaking glass echoed from the office, making her heart skip a beat. She frowned, knowing that Heather had exploded in anger.Prisley walked over to the Secretariat and spoke to Lisa, a secretary. "Lisa, let everyone know not to enter the president's office for the next twenty minutes."Lisa's eyes widened in surprise. "Is the president mad again?"Prisley nodded. "Notify the janitorial staff to be ready." With that, she went back to her own office.Heather's temper was unpredictable; sometimes, he would fly into a rage for no apparent reason. Prisley was the only one who could calm him down.No matter how angry Heather got, a few gentle words from Prisley would restore his peace. This earned Prisley the nickname "Firefighter" among her colleagues.But this time, she was the cause of the fire.Back at her desk, Prisley hid her face beh
"Prisley, you don't have to go tonight." Heather said, his tone heavy with melancholy."Why not? You already agreed with Steve."Heather drew her closer, his embrace tightening. "I just... don't want you to go." He confessed, his gaze softening, a hint of vulnerability quite different from his previous icy cold.Caught off guard by this rare display of emotion from Heather, Prisley felt a surge of warmth in her heart. Despite being together for four years, she had rarely seen this side of him.Leaning into his chest, she was about to offer words of comfort when Heather abruptly released her, his gaze once again veiled in frost."You can go now." He walked out of the office, leaving Prisley behind.Back at her own desk, Prisley couldn't shake off the feeling of confusion. This man... he had been tender and affectionate moments ago, but now he seemed distant and cold.She sighed, trying to make sense of it all.Meanwhile, Heather struggled with his own confusion. The reason of Prisley's
"Are you crying?" Heather asked. He turned on the light and saw Prisley's sad face."What happened? Did Steve do something to you?" Heather's voice rose."No, he's been good to me. I just... ran into Filla at the party." Prisley replied.She never wanted to show her vulnerability outside. After saying goodbye to Steve, she had let her guard down and slowly made her way back, tears streaming down her face the whole way.Heather immediately dialed Steve's number."Got it, thanks, Steve." He heard the whole story from Steve."I should go away. Otherwise, this kind of embarrassment will keep happening." Prisley sniffled. With Heather by her side, her mood improved.Heather gently stroked her waist-length hair. "You don't have to care about her.""How can I not care? In your eyes, I'm just a fake version of her." Prisley moped on the sofa.Seeing her sadness, Heather's eyes narrowed. He reached for a box on the nearby table. "Try this on, let me see how beautiful it looks on you."He pulled
Heather froze, the heat in his body plummeting instantly, the flames in his eyes extinguished, replaced by a coldness like an Arctic glacier. Prisley couldn't help but shiver.He was used to being on a pedestal, adored by all - when had he ever been subjected to such ridicule?For four years, Prisley had been completely subservient to him. No matter how angry he became or how unreasonable his demands, she had always complied without question. And now she dared to defy him?His face darkened like a storm cloud. He looked at Prisley, her innocent and beautiful face devoid of its usual compliance, now resembling an angry cat baring its teeth and claws."Very well, fulfill the contract. Perfect!" he gritted his teeth.Heather quickly dressed and planted a cold, heavy kiss on Prisley's lips before turning and leaving.The room, once filled with a lingering sense of ambiguity, now felt empty and cold, leaving Prisley with a shiver down her spine.She pressed the back of her hand to her sligh
"No - !" Prisley gasped, Heather seemed so unfamiliar, so out of control, so far from the wise and calm man she knew.She was pinned against the desk. And the door was unlocked. It was the weekend, but what if someone came in? Prisley couldn't bear to think any more."Stop it, Heather, please," she begged tearfully, but Heather was still unbuttoning her.Desperation and humiliation washed over Prisley. She closed her eyes tightly, gathered every ounce of energy she could, and pushed Heather away when he least expected it.With a loud smack, a slap landed on his face. Heather froze. The chill emanated from him accumulating.Prisley slipped out from under him and rushed toward the door.She ran out into the hallway, disoriented and frantic. Her clothes disheveled, and her hair wild.She was terrified. Tears streamed uncontrollably from her eyes.Suddenly, someone rounded the corner and almost collided with Prisley."Prisley? Are you still working today? I came to pick up something at the
Prisley has always been careful about contraception; it's one of the clauses in the contract.She recalls that about five weeks ago, when Heather was unusually passionate one day, he came for her on a weekend. They made love from day to night and ran out of condoms. The last half of the passionate day was unprotected and wild.The next day, they were both busy with a business trip, and Prisley forgot to take emergency contraception. Retracing the timeline, that would have been about the time Filla announced her return.Prisley didn't know whether to be happy or sad. She ran her fingers through her hair, tugging at it in frustration."Damn, how could I have missed that day?"At 26, with her career just starting to take off, she wanted to achieve something in her professional life as well. Having a child at that time didn't seem quite right.And she wasn't sure if Heather wanted children. His cold and distant nature made it difficult to imagine his reaction to hearing this news. And his