Break My Curse: Heart of The Lycan King

My name was Chandler Poe. I worked at a small company run by a married couple.

The boss's wife, Irene Peters, sat right next to me. Every day, she showed up in tight pencil skirts, her long legs impossible to ignore.

The worst part was that she loved slipping off her heels. She would just stretch out her soft, stockinged feet and sway them in front of me.

I was a young guy. There was only so much I could take.

Today, I finally cracked and rushed into the restroom to deal with it.

And that was when my boss, Fabian Peters, caught me in the act.

I was already preparing for the worst, thinking I would be fired on the spot.

But instead, he handed me money and told me to sleep with his wife.

Staring at that thick stack of cash, I honestly felt like I was dreaming.

When I hesitated, Fabian frowned. "What? You don't think my wife's attractive?"

"No, no, it's not that," I said quickly, waving my hands. But before I could finish, he cut me off.

"Then what?"

"I-It's just…"

He let out a breath. "I've been to the hospital. I'm infertile, so I can't have kids. My wife mentioned earlier that you're well-built. I need you to help me give her one."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had been working here for years. How the hell did I not know Fabian was into being cheated on?

Still, I wasn't about to say no.

I took the money and asked, "Does Mrs. Peters know about this?"

Fabian clicked his tongue, looking uneasy.

"Not yet. I brought it up before, and she refused. So, yeah… It's not exactly simple."

I thought back to what Irene had said when she caught me.

"Wow, how are you that big?"

Fabian probably couldn't satisfy her. A woman like that probably had needs she wasn't getting met.

I patted my chest confidently. "Don't worry. Leave it to me."

When I came out of the restroom, Irene was still looking at me like she was enjoying the situation.

I sneered inside.

She could laugh all she wanted now. Tonight, she wouldn't be smiling.

That evening, I stopped by a florist and picked up a few bouquets before heading to her place to apologize.

When she opened the door, she was wearing pink house slippers. Her toes pressed softly against sheer stockings, delicate and almost glowing under the light.

I couldn't help but notice her chest. She must've ditched her bra the second she walked through the door. Through that flimsy top, I could see two little hints of something that sent my imagination into overdrive. My whole body reacted before my brain could catch up.

She frowned when she saw me. "What are you doing here? Fabian didn't fire you?"

I held out the flowers. "I'm really sorry about earlier. I wanted to come by and apologize properly."

She took the flowers, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Well, at least you've got some manners. Come in. If I'm in a good mood, maybe I'll let you keep your job."

I slipped on a pair of house slippers and followed her inside.

Fabian was already sitting on the couch. When he saw me, he looked satisfied, as if everything was going according to plan.

With the flowers in my hands, I couldn't grab anything else, so I said to Irene, "Mrs. Peters, I got you a little gift, too. It's in my pocket. Mind grabbing it for me?"

I turned slightly, showing her my left pocket.

She didn't think twice and reached in.

"Oh? What'd you bring me?"

I smirked.

The moment her hand slipped inside, I twisted my body just enough.

And just like that, her fingers wrapped around my hard shaft.