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Ceasar's Pov

My eyes roamed over her, drinking in the swell of her breasts, the subtle arch of her back, the curve of her hips and the ache of wanting her, right here, right now, coiled deep in my chest.

Sophia noticed instantly. Her expression snapped into a sharp, unmistakable frown the moment she fully really took in Jane, not just as another woman in the room, but as a rival, a threat she couldn’t ignore. And who could blame her? Jane’s breasts were fuller, rounder, impossibly soft, irresistible, impossible to look away from and her body, thick and undeniably sexy, pulled at me with a gravity I couldn’t fight.

Jane’s hair tumbled in loose, silken waves around her shoulders, framing a face that could disarm and dominate with a single glance. My eyes traced every inch of her, down from that mesmerizing face, over the rise of her breasts, the gentle hollow of her stomach, the swell of her thighs, and finally to the soft, secret curve of her cunt, hidden between her pressed thighs, before drifting down the length of her legs. Every part of her was magnetic, impossible to resist.

Unlike Sophia, Jane didn’t just capture my attention, she ignited something raw, urgent, and insatiable inside me. My blood thrummed with need, my cock pulsing insistently with every second I spent drinking her in.

Then my gaze lifted back to her face, cool, unreadable, detached in a way that shouldn’t have affected me and I saw it, jealousy. Sharp, fierce, and unmasked, if only for a heartbeat.

Sophia’s glare seared me the moment she caught me staring at Jane like I could pull her over my lap and fuck her right now. She knew she couldn’t stop me from looking, and the frustration only sharpened her intensity, jaw tightening, eyes flicking toward Jane with a silent, smoldering fury. Across the room, Jane’s own lethal flicker of jealousy tightened her jaw as her gaze cut to Sophia’s hand still resting on me.

Then, with a teasing, wickedly confident smile, Jane stepped closer and slid herself into my lap as though she had every right to be there. Her warm skin pressed flush against mine, her breasts grazing my chest, taut nipples dragging along me, sending a searing fire straight down my cock.

Slowly, she leaned in, her breath ghosting over my neck before her lips pressed softly against my skin. A kiss that wasn’t affectionate. A kiss that screamed mine. She claimed me without a word, her intention bold, clear, and utterly unmistakable.

Heat coiled low in me, my cock aching with need, my fingers twitching to grab her waist, pull her fully onto my lap, and make her straddle me, letting her feel exactly what she was doing to me. My jaw tightened, muscles straining against the raw urge, because I couldn’t. Not here. Not with Sophia still standing there, pretending she wasn’t devouring every inch of Jane’s naked body pressed into me, her eyes sharp, possessive, and dangerous.

So I stayed still.

Let Jane taunt me. Let her sit on me, warm, bare, and impossibly smug, her skin pressing against mine like a slow-burning torture I couldn’t tear my eyes from.

Then she leaned in closer, her breath ghosting over the corner of my mouth, voice soft as she murmured, “Do you let all your guests touch you like that…?”

Her lips brushed my lips again, a whisper disguised as a kiss.

“…or just her?” The words hit me like fire. My cock throbbed, hardening instantly, straining against my shorts, an obvious tent that would have been on display if not for Jane sliding her legs up to cross my lap, unknowingly shielding me beneath her thighs. Fuck.

I let myself savor the sensation, keeping silent, letting every brush of her and every subtle pressure of her thigh, spark a slow burn along my spine. My mind already raced ahead, plotting exactly how I would punish her for this delicious, constant teasing.

Her leg pressed against me, slow, teasing, a taunting stroke that sent a shiver crawling up my spine. She tilted her chin, eyes sharp and daring, exchanging words and heated glares with Sophia. Every movement, every glance, was a challenge, a silent provocation I could feel vibrating through the room.

I didn’t step in at first. I’m a man, I know better than to interfere when two women are circling each other like predators, as if about to tear each other apart.

But Sophia pushed too far, and I had no choice but to cut in before it escalated.

“It’s fine, Sophia… She isn’t trying to pick a fight,” I said, my voice calm, firm, slicing through the charged air like a knife.

As I expected, Sophia’s eyes snapped to mine, narrow, accusing, and brimming with a mix of shock and fury, as if I had personally betrayed her.

Her shock didn’t last. It froze for a heartbeat, then shattered into something jagged and sharp.

“Oh, so she’s your new temporary girl, huh?” she hissed, venom curling around every word, her glare snapping toward Jane like a predator marking territory.

She knew me too well. Too damn well.

I never stayed with one woman. But I don't fuck recklessly, either. I wasn’t careless and I wasn’t stupid. I chose who I wanted, took what I wanted, indulged them for as long as desire demanded, touched, claimed, used them until hunger or boredom faded and then I walked away, leaving behind only fleeting memories that blurred quickly into nothing.

Sophia knew all of that because she had been one of them once. She knew the rules, no attachments, no feelings, just a temporary arrangement measured in days and nights. And yet, standing there now, the resentment in her eyes betrayed the part of her that could never fully accept them.

She had been my temporary girl, until she made the fatal mistake of falling for me. And I walked away. Not out of cruelty, but to protect her… from me, from my world, from the danger she had no idea she’d stumbled into.

There were countless reasons I couldn’t be with her, reasons she would never understand, truths I would never reveal. Some things were meant to remain buried. Secrets sharp enough to wound, edges deadly to anyone foolish enough to get close, a darkness in me most wouldn’t survive.

And yet, even standing here, watching her burn with jealousy and desire, I felt that old pull, the memory of what we had and the knowledge of what we could never have again. I had made that choice months ago, ending us to keep her safe, drawing a line she couldn’t cross. But I couldn’t let her drift too far. Her skill, her precision and the way she handled sensitive information better than anyone else made me keep her. So I insisted she become my personal secretary.

It was a compromise. She remained near, just as she wanted, without fully stepping into my dangerous world. Safe… but never untouchable. And still… she clung. Possessive, desperate, clinging to hope that she could pull me back, through seduction, manipulation, or proving her worth.

But Jane’s sudden appearance changed everything. Sophia noticed it the instant her eyes landed on her, the shift subtle, but undeniable. Every muscle in her body tensed, a quiet storm of jealousy and possessiveness brewing just beneath the surface.

What caught me off guard, though, was Jane’s reaction. Our connection was supposed to be nothing more than a seven-day contract, seven days of obligation, heat, and tightly controlled desire. Yet the jealousy radiating off her was fierce, sharp, raw, impossible to ignore. It struck me like fire, quick and consuming, igniting every nerve in my body.

And damn it… I loved every second of it. It stirred something primal, dangerous, and entirely uncontainable in me, a raw, urgent hunger that made me want to pull her closer, to claim her, just for daring to be jealous over me. The thought alone sent a shiver down my spine, a delicious tension coiling low, promising chaos, temptation, and heat I had no intention of resisting.

Sophia realized instantly that whatever Jane and I had, pretend or real, bound by contract or desire, it wasn’t simple. And she hated it.

Jealousy flared in her eyes like acid, sharp and poisonous. She didn’t hold back, she went straight for the kill, hurling every “truth” she knew about my past with women at Jane, each word meant to wound, to destabilize, to assert her dominance.

I knew Sophia. Knew exactly how far she would go. If I didn’t intervene, she would tear Jane apart before either of them even had a chance to catch their breath.