When Kimberly opened the door of the guest bedroom, she was greeted by the sight of a tall figure standing by the window. At the sound of the door, he turned around.
His face was not clear, but the outlines of his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs all hinted at a very handsome man. Especially the way he stood there looking at her, with a distinct air of aloofness, she found it quite appealing.
Before she spoke, he had already approached the bed.
The room was silent; he said nothing, which made Kimberly feel a momentary embarrassment. They were still strangers meeting for the first time.
However, the moment demanded action. She cleared her throat to break the silence and said, "Come here. Take me to the bed."
Having paid for the service, she intended to enjoy the best of it.
The man sitting on the bed paused briefly before getting up and walking towards her. As he approached, she caught the scent of his woody shower gel, crisp and clean. His height was imposing up close, an oddly familiar pressure she couldn't place.
Without waiting for her to react, he bent down and scooped her up effortlessly. She felt so light in his firm, hot palms, delicate and fragile.
He laid her gently on the bed and, after a moment of silence, asked, "What next?"
The cool detachment in his voice made Kimberly frown; it sounded familiar. In the circles she frequented, she met many people – they might have crossed paths before, but it didn't matter. Their arrangement was precise: a simple transaction.
He was after money; she was after his body.
She extended a slender finger to hook his belt. The room was warm from the floor heating, and he was wearing just a white shirt and black trousers. She hadn't expected such professionalism that he would wear a suit to meet a client.
Up close and accustomed to the dim light, she noticed the distinctive logo on the belt buckle – Hermes. Despite his qualifications, he indulged in this vanity-driven line of work. As long as he pleased her, she would take care of all his luxury expenses in the future.
Her hand moved to his trousers' zipper.
But just as she touched the zipper, he seized her wrist abruptly.
His calm voice, now slightly hoarse, warned, "You sure this is what you want."
She looked up at him, puzzled.
Bathed in moonlight, she could see his strong jawline and Adam's apple moving slightly.
She answered him not with words but with action, and this time, although he still held her slender wrist, he did not resist.
She swallowed nervously, suddenly losing her courage to continue.
"Having regrets?" he asked.
"Who's regretting anything?"
She was, a little, but would not admit it, stubbornly maintaining her pride.
"That's good."
With that, his strong arms pulled her into his warm and spacious embrace. The woody fragrance was deeper now, almost penetrating her being, and she liked this scent very much.
"Let me do it," he offered.
Then his relaxed lips pressed down on hers. Caught off guard, Kimberly turned her head away in a panic.
His abrupt stop due to her rejection filled the air with awkwardness.
Kimberly could still taste the hint of sweet mint he left on her lips.
Her reaction might have seemed hurtful. She wanted to explain but decided against it; as the employer, her preferences were paramount.
Even though things had progressed this far, she had a bit of a cleanliness fetish. Their relationship was strictly business; there was no need for kisses like lovers.
He recovered from the brief shock, not asking anything further, seemingly understanding her unspoken thoughts. His subsequent kisses deliberately avoided her lips, moving to her jawline instead.
His scent surrounded her, and she liked it.
This man might engage in a frowned-upon profession, but he had a taste, hitting all her preferences just right.
"..."
His kisses were dense and devout on her neck her collarbone, hesitating before moving lower, his voice husky as he asked, "May I?"
She had invited him here, and now he was asking for permission. Was this his first day on the job?
Impatient with his dallying, Kimberly moved to take matters into her own hands.
"Let me do it."
He took over, fumbling a bit before finally taking off it.
But Kimberly wasn't paying attention; she was thinking about the ambiguous words she had said earlier about hanging up on Steven, wondering how angry he might be now.
Despite his aloof exterior, he had a tyrant's potential, not tolerating disobedience.
Suddenly, a warning nibble, "From now on, you're mine. Don't even think about other men."
"..."
The white shirt was still a blur in the dark, almost like a mirage, as she felt his body's warmth and firm muscles, satisfying her expectations and then some. He wasn't just muscle; his body felt like it was regularly exercised, toned to perfection, reassuring Kimberly of her choice.
The two entangled and fell back onto the bed.
"Call me 'husband', let me hear it," his voice was husky, pausing for emphasis.
Kimberly's expression turned cold at the word, her passion fading.
The man above her noticed the shift.
His voice, controlled but with an almost undetectable tinge of disappointment, said, "I was just joking."
The next moment, Kimberly regretted her response, feeling like her earlier bravado had been a facade. She planned to berate Steven come morning, blaming him for everything.
She muttered under her breath, "Liar."
Fortunately, he was somewhat professional, not minding his desires, instead focusing on tenderly kissing her, his tone oddly soothing and happy.
He was exceptionally considerate of her feelings, and the room filled with intimacy.
"...What are you doing?" her voice was soft and weak, a reminder of the significant sum she'd paid for professionalism.
"Let's save it for after we're married," he mumbled against her neck, his words muffled.
Kimberly's mind was still blank, unable to comprehend his words.
After some time, exhaustion took over, and she drifted into an exhausted sleep, only vaguely aware of the man's gentle movements as he got up, carrying her like a fragile treasure to the bathroom to clean her up and then changing the sheets.
Kimberly hummed contentedly as she rolled back into the comfortable bed. However, a slight dissatisfaction nagged at her in her dream; it wasn't her familiar bed; the master bedroom's bed was more relaxed.
When she awoke, the man was gone.
The disorder of the room and the marks of passion on her body were the only reminders that last night wasn't a dream.
Kimberly reached for her phone by the bed but couldn't find it; then she remembered she had left it in the master bedroom, and the alarm hadn't gone off. Looking at the daylight outside, she knew she had overslept.
Bearing the soreness throughout her body, kimberly got out of bed to wash and dress. She turned on her phone and messages from her secretary, Sally, popped up one after another.She had a full schedule today but had slept in, delaying many things. Truly, one must not indulge excessively.Entering the walk-in closet, she saw kiss marks that she couldn't fully cover, scattered all over her body. She clicked her tongue in mild annoyance. The man John had found for her was good in every aspect, but he hadn't been gentle with his kisses, leaving her covered in red marks.Today she was supposed to attend a charity party, which meant that any off-shoulder dresses were out of the question. She would have to ask Sally to select another haute couture dress that had been previously chosen.Her delicate hand skimmed over the various dresses still bearing their tags in the wardrobe until she picked out a custom-made suit that covered the marks on her body just right. For the marks on her neck that
Steven glanced at the wedding ring on her pale, jade-like ring finger, raised his eyebrows slightly, and finally said leisurely, "You're not late, take a seat."The ones by Steven's side had already vacated the spot next to him, but Jennifer's face looked displeased, firmly seated on the other side of him like a mountain.It was not until she sat down that Steven noticed her attire. Over the years, he had come to understand Kimberly to some extent. She always loved to look her best. Even in the bitter cold of winter, she would wear short skirts and long boots, preferring to shiver than put on an extra pair of leggings. After starting work, she insisted on torturing herself with sky-high heels, even if they caused her blisters.There was one time he couldn't stand to watch her suffer, and he himself applied a bandage for her.She was beautiful with a great figure and always stood out wherever she went. But today's outfit was really not her style, a long-sleeved, high-necked dress with
Including this family banquet, this was their third meeting this month.The Smith family was unlike hers, which was cold and quiet with only her and her grandfather. On the contrary, the Smith family was a large clan, lively and bustling, as soon as she entered the door, with almost everyone present. It was rare for them to gather so wholly.As soon as she entered, she handed out the various gifts she had bought for the Smith family members, acting as warmly as if they had never divorced.Upon seeing her with his chubby little arms outstretched, Steven's little nephew clamored for a hug, "Auntie, hug." Kimberly's heart melted instantly, and she picked him up and kissed his cheek, saying, "How can you be so adorable?"Steven arrived unusually early today, even before her, which was not typical. Because of his busy work, he usually came after the banquet had started, either midway or even towards the end, barely managing to make an appearance.Seeing Steven, she greeted him with a radia
Kimberly walked home, feeling a headache just thinking about her grandfather.After a busy day, she only felt exhausted once she was home. As she was changing her shoes, she had an ominous premonition.Sure enough, before she could even take a pregnancy test, her period arrived right on schedule.Kimberly was silent for a long time before calling John."It didn't work. Tell him to come again during my ovulation period."John's voice was calm, "Okay, Ms. Kimberly."Not getting pregnant on the first try was normal; Kimberly didn't dwell on it.Since her divorce, she has become more open-minded. Previously, she was always afraid of losing Steven, like a sword hanging over her head, constantly worrying about it falling. But when she lost him, she breathed a sigh of relief, no longer paying attention to anyone else and focusing entirely on her work.In just one month, she had secured several significant deals for Wilson's company.She increasingly felt that her decision to have a child, ev
Kimberly was getting frustrated, especially with her grandfather about to return and her task still uncompleted.It seemed the problem lay with the man John had found for her, unable to achieve pregnancy despite their frequent encounters.Doubting the situation, she even went to the hospital for a check-up and found no issues. This meant the problem must be with him. With such poor performance, he still dared to be late.John was sweating bullets on the other end. "Several clients in one night?"The client had asked him to come over in the middle of the night, not because he was out seeing others but because he had been on a business trip. He had rushed back overnight, delayed by some matters, and was currently on a plane.Kimberly was somewhat displeased. "Forget it, forget it. I don't need him anymore. Find someone else better than him."John was almost sweating profusely. How could he dare to find another man for his boss's lady? He didn't want to die."This one is currently the be
At midnight, the luxurious private room's door was pushed open, and the revelry inside continued unabated.When Steven entered, several business executives who had gotten in through Ethan’s connections immediately flocked to him to greet him.Ethan, somewhat intoxicated, said to those beside him, "See, I told you about Smith's Group CEO Steven. He wouldn't ignore me, right?"Steven glanced at the 36 missed calls on his phone that had practically forced him to come here.He had thought there was some emergency and reluctantly drove over, only to find it was just Ethan causing trouble.Steven, trying to contain his temper, resisted the urge to throw this troublemaker out.He nudged Ethan’s legs, sprawled in the way, with his toe. "You're not dead yet. I'll call someone to pick you up.""Steven, we've been playing together since we were kids. I’m the least successful among us. My father thinks I'm a screw-up and has stopped all my credit cards."Hearing this, Steven's eyes narrowed, and
Dawn Breaks BrightlyExhausted, Kimberly struggled to rise, propping a pillow under herself following online tutorials, aiming to increase her chances of pregnancy. Determined to achieve her goals, she had initially contemplated having a child to appease her grandfather but now considered it the best choice to have a child without marriage.She was pleasantly surprised to receive a message in the morning at her office from her close friend Evelyn announcing her return on the 19th. Kimberly had missed Evelyn deeply, not having seen her for two years. She immediately arranged for her assistant to clear her schedule for the 19th to welcome her friend.The assistant entered with a peculiar expression, hesitatingly informing Kimberly, "Ms Wilson, the chairman, is also returning this month."Kimberly was startled, asking in disbelief, "My grandfather is coming back this month. How come I wasn't informed?"Caught in a dilemma, the assistant revealed, "The chairman was furious upon hearing so
Ethan couldn't help but speak, "Steve, you're making it too obvious. If you want to coax your wife, do it at home. Are you two colluding to cheat at this game?"Instead of getting angry, Steven laughed and retorted, "Don't try to weasel out of it. Pay up."When Steven joked or got angry, he always had a carefree charisma, like the sun's full glory.Kimberly used to look up to him, loving his proud and unrestrained nature. Every action of his tugged at her heart, yet he never truly settled down for her, only wasting her time.Whenever she was about to give up, he would stir her emotions again. But this time was different from the past; she had been resolute, leaving no way back for herself.Kimberly's gaze turned cold. Without touching the food in the private room, she stood up and said to Evelyn, "I’m leaving first. I'll treat you tomorrow."Steven watched her leave, his smile fading and his brows furrowing as he stared at her slender figure disappearing outside the room.Ethan nudged