Chapter 3. The Deal is Sealed

Back in Ethan's study. The masked lady presence shifted the room slightly. She has black straight hair, she wore dark silk sexy lingerie, it looks expensive, she was intentional with her steps. She didn’t ask for attention. It was all over her.

She closed the door behind her, slow and careful.

He didn’t even flinch.

Just leaned back in his chair, swirling the whiskey in his glass like he already knew she was coming.

Then he took a slow sip.

Only after that did he lift his head.

His eyes settled on her calm, unbothered, almost entertained.

Like he was expecting her… or whoever was under that mask.

A small pause.

Then he exhaled, voice low and sure.

“Again. You’re late..”

She smiled faintly and walked closer in a sexy manner.

The air shifted, it was warmer, but unstable in contrast to him.

She leaned in, trying to kiss him.

Ethan turned his face slightly.

“And what do you think you’re doing?”

His eyes stayed on hers. “You know I don’t do that.”

She exhaled softly, “I’m sorry. I was just trying to make it more fun that I skipped the rules.”

“There are always rules, and you don’t break my rules. Don’t try that again next time. he replied.

She lowered herself slowly, aware of his eyes on her.

He didn’t stop her. Didn’t rush her. He just watched. fully aware of what she was doing and why she was there. She loosened his trousers. And brought out his cock. Ethan sipped his whiskey. He lifted her jaw and said to her “spat on it.”

She smiled as she spat on his cock and used her tongue to lick it straight down from his balls to the tip. She first started by playing with it with her hands.

Ethan sat up slightly, a low sound escaping him.

She dipped his cock straight down her throat. Ethan grabbed her hair and said

She sucked his cock making sure it was gaggling her. His breath changed. His body reacted to every move she made.

“Keep going. Only stop when I ask you to.” He pulled her hair right as she felt the cock into her throat.

Ethan leaned back slightly, one hand resting on the chair, the other still pulling her hair

Ethan didn’t look away.

Not once.

But for a brief second

His expression shifted barely noticeable.

Not from the moment.

From something that didn’t belong here.

Emily.

He frowned slightly… then pushed it away.

All of a sudden he moaned loudly, his grip tightened,

“keep slurping it into your dirty mouth like that. You’re gonna make daddy come. Keep going,

“Faster.”

“Don’t stop. Yeah. Just like that. Keep going. Fuck yes I’m coming. Don’t stop, keep going. I’m coming. I’m coming ... .”

There was a sudden pause after that.

With relief he continued . Hmm That was good.”

He leaned back, exhaling slowly, like something had finally settled.

She stood, adjusting herself without a word.

His eyes didn’t follow her.

They were somewhere else entirely.

Ethan handed her a glass of water without looking at her.

“ I see, this is better than last time,” he said. “But remember, don't make it emotional.”

She smiled faintly. “You never let it become that.”

He looked at her again, his expression already cold.

“Yes because it doesn’t mean anything.”

“You’re dismissed. And don’t be late again.”

She hesitated, then turned and left.

The door closed.

Silence returned.

Ethan remained still, but his jaw tightened slightly.

Emily’s name surfaced again “Why did she come to my mind like that? Why? hmmmm”

The Day of the signing

The office felt colder in the morning.

Emily stood at the signing table again.

Same papers.

Same pen.

But she wasn’t the same.

Claire stood beside her, though something about her presence had shifted subtle, but noticeable.

Ethan entered.

And everything changed.

His gaze landed on Emily immediately, holding, measuring… then softening just slightly.

“You’re here.”

“I said I would be.”

“That’s becoming a pattern. You like to talk back.”

Claire cleared her throat. “We should proceed.”

But Ethan didn’t look at her.

“Leave us.”

Claire blinked. “Excuse me?”

“I said leave.”

She hesitated, then glanced at Emily for just a moment too long before walking out.

She spoke under her breath, barely audible

“Really, that’s how we play it now.”

The door shut.

Silence settled in.

Ethan stepped closer

“You didn’t panic this time.”

“Well I’m trying not to.”

A faint curve touched his mouth. “That’s progress.”

He placed the pen in front of her.

“One signature… and you can stop running and hiding.”

Emily looked down at the paper.

Her name was already there.

Waiting.

Like it had always been.

Her fingers tightened.

She reached for the pen.

Outside the room, Claire stood alone in the hallway.

She stood outside, trying to steady her breathing, when her phone buzzed.

Unknown number.

She frowned and opened it.

“You’ve been avoiding my calls. Don’t act like I don’t know what you’re doing.”

Her stomach dropped.

She stared at the screen a moment longer, then whispered, “No… not again. Not now. Not when everything is finally starting to go my way.”

Her grip tightened on the phone.

“I don’t like this,” she said quietly.