5. Win Her Back

Coonor

After three years, and somehow, I finally had Shirley in my arms again.

She trembled slightly as I kissed her, her face flushed with a delicate shyness.

My groin ached, swollen with an almost painful excitement.

Just like three years ago, she was exquisite, and I held her like a precious treasure, kissing her with such care.

Her pert breasts were just as lovely, her pink nipples contracting into hard little points. They used to be my favorite.

Her slender waist and firm buttocks were enough to drive me wild.

Three years ago, I was lost in her body.

She was my only refuge after dealing with the endless work and the tiresome politics at the company.

After every climax, with her long eyelashes fluttering, she would always ask, "Connor, do you love me?"

I'd always kiss her tenderly and smile, "I can't live without you."

But when my father forced me to break up with her, I couldn't fight back.

"Connor, your life only has meaning if you win everything. You must win the company back!" My father said to me.

I replied coldly, "Power struggles are your game, not mine. If they want the company, they can have it. All I want is that girl."

My father exploded in rage. "I won't stand by and watch my life's work be destroyed by that woman. If you persist in this foolishness, I'll make sure she suffers a terrible death!"

I...had to give in. He truly was capable of it.

And so, I became a tool in my father's battle for corporate power against my two uncles.

After all, I was his only son.

My father's health was failing, and I was his sole weapon in his power struggle against his two brothers, William and Kevin.

They had been plotting for a long time, rallying significant support among shareholders and board members.

When my father suffered a heart attack, they seized a small misstep to try and push me out of the group.

The situation was critical, and my father demanded I get engaged to Vanessa, the daughter of Brad Laurence, one of our shareholder, to secure his crucial vote.

I was tormented for days, unable to sleep, trying every possible compromise and workaround, but nothing worked.

I took her to the most luxurious hotel and we made love for three days and nights, ceaselessly.

Then I told her I was tired of her and gave her a sum of money to leave.

I'll never forget the shattered look in her eyes.

That day, we trembled fiercely in the throes of passion. Her eyes were hazy as she whispered, "Connor, do you love me?"

I hesitated for a moment, then pulled away from her, saying coldly, "I was just playing around with you. Did you actually take it seriously? Let's break up. I'm bored."

She sat up, her chest heaving, staring at me in disbelief as a few tears escaped her eyes..

"Connor, you've never said anything like that. Tell me you're joking, right? You're just joking…"

I stared at her with a poker face, saying nothing. My heart ached as if sliced by a blade.

Her tears streamed down, dampening her delicate face and the hair clinging to her cheeks.

Her world, it seemed, crumbled in that instant.

"Connor, this isn't real. Tell me, you're just testing me, right? You're playing with me..."

I couldn't bear to look into her eyes. I dressed, then tossed a bank card onto the bed.

"Take this. This money is enough to buy those three years with you."

I slammed the door shut behind me, my feet as heavy as if they were made of concrete.

I hated my own weakness, and I hated my father's cruelty.

From that moment on, I embraced his philosophy: the victor takes all.

Afterward, I used Vanessa's family's influence to counterbalance my two uncles, and eventually, I gained absolute power within the group.

Every day, I buried myself in endless work and internal battles, never allowing myself a moment of leisure.

Because the moment I had free time, I would remember her tearful eyes.

By the time I controlled enough to go looking for her, she had vanished from my world, becoming a perpetual ache in my heart.

The moment I unexpectedly saw her at the exhibition yesterday, my heart nearly leaped from my chest.

No matter what happened these past three years, I had to win her back!

But Shirley’s voice cut through me like a cold blade, "You promised me, the contract."

The lingering warmth of our recent intimacy still clung to my body, her scent like a ghost surrounding me.

But those few words were a bucket of ice water, extinguishing every beautiful feeling.

I stared at her, wondering if the woman I'd just made love to was truly her.

The light green, tailored suit hugged her curves exquisitely.

Even beneath my loose shirt, her full breasts showed a clear outline, rising and falling subtly with each breath.

A carefully practiced smile played on her lips, but her eyes were colder than an autumn rain.

Where had the girl gone, the one who used to see me as her entire world?

This was a Shirley I didn't recognize at all.

My dick gave a painful throb. I watched her for a long moment, seeing the familiar stubbornness in those indifferent eyes, and I smiled.

I stood, wrapped my arm around her, and lightly kissed her forehead.

"Did you just make love to me for me, or for the contract?"

She laughed.

"Which one do you want to hear?"

"The truth."

She dropped the smile, answering in an equally cold voice.

"The contract."

My heart lurched violently, as if a knife had just been twisted in it.

She pulled lipstick from her bag, touched it to her lips while looking into a small mirror.

Her exquisite face instantly brightened, becoming dazzlingly beautiful.

But the unfamiliar aura she exuded stopped me cold. That wasn't my Shirley. That was a new woman, one I couldn't fathom.

I wanted to grab her, shake her, demand to know what she had endured over the years to become this person.

But I already knew the answer—she hated me.

I leaned against the desk, adopting a businesslike posture.

"You're so confident about your proposal? The top companies in the industry are here today. Your small company can't compare."

A slight curve appeared on her lips, a faint smile.

"I've studied the competition. They're big, yes, but we also have our own space to thrive."

I didn't care about the damned contract. If she wanted, I could give her everything!

But then, a new idea struck me. I walked over to her and lifted her chin.

"You want the contract. I want you. Deal?"