ログインTARZAN’S POV I had stopped by the roadside to chat with Lena. However , when she Ignored my messages, I quickly made my way back to check on her. *I hope she's safe* I was on high speed when my phone suddenly beeped in my pocket. Could it be her? I took it out. A message popped up on my phone. My Eternal ♥️ She sent a photo attachment? My heart slammed against my ribs before I even opened it. I slowed down the bike a little and clicked on the chat. The photo loaded. And just like that my heart literally paused. Lena was kneeling on the mattress, sitting back on her heels, wearing my oversized black T-shirt. Her messy hair fell around her face, and she had this soft, shy smile with a peace sign next to her chubby cheek. The shirt had ridden up her thighs just enough to make my brain short-circuit. She looked warm, soft, and so, so beautiful. I swallowed hard, eyes glued to the screen. My chest felt tight. I looked down at the text below it. (Look, I’m here… waiting
LENA'S POV It was already afternoon, yet I still hadn’t left Tarzan’s place. After what you could call an exchange of gifts, we had breakfast together. Then Tarzan received an emergency call and asked me to wait for him. I had wanted to leave, but after the phone call and the misunderstanding with Mitch yesterday, going home now would only lead to more arguments. So I promised him I would stay and wait. I was so occupied with the new phone he bought me—taking selfies—that I didn’t notice how much time had passed. Until my eyes caught the time. 1:00 pm. It was already afternoon. *Maybe I should go to the kitchen and see if there’s something I can cook for him before he gets back.* Why does that sound like we’re in a— I shook my head. *No. I’m just acting like a decent human being, that’s all.* I got up from the couch. I was still wearing Tarzan’s T-shirt. As I stood, I tugged it down quickly to stop it from riding up and exposing my underwear. Just then, the phone
"Man… what's up with you today?" Khar asked.I left the tray on the table, ignoring him, and headed for the elevator.The ride up to the executive floor felt suffocating. Getting to her office, I rolled my eyes, preparing myself for a series of rants and immature nagging.Then I knocked and opened the door.Elena was standing behind her massive glass desk, arms crossed, shirt unbuttoned, exposing a purple lace push-up bra that cupped only half of her breasts.Even with that push-up, her size wasn't half of Lena's.I certainly don't care about breast size—I love them as long as there's something there—but the last time I touched Lena's, soft and full… it felt good.The moment our eyes met, her gaze sharpened like daggers."A week and two days, Mitch," she started, her voice low and trembling with barely contained rage. "Nine fucking days you've been ignoring me. My calls. My messages. You didn't come by once. And yesterday? Your fat wife had the nerve to answer your phone."My blood bo
MITCH'S POVI stabbed my fork into the tasteless pile of cafeteria pasta, twisting it like I could wring some flavor out of the damn thing.Bland. Overcooked. Nothing.Lena's leftovers would destroy this shit any day.The loud laughter of the three idiots broke into my thoughts. I looked up and found them staring across the cafeteria at a group of younger female analysts who had just walked in. The usual midday show."Shit, look at that one in the red blouse," Matt said, leaning in. "The way she moves… that ass is criminal."Davis grinned like an idiot. "Forget the ass. Did you see the chest on the tall one from Marketing? She's been killing it lately. I wouldn't mind staying late if she's presenting the quarterly report.""That's Becky, right? Becky with the big tits… totally fuckable," Khar replied."Young, fresh, and fine. The kind that makes you forget you have bills to pay. Not like the women we have at home, who remind us of our miserable married lives," Davis said, and they a
He guided my fingers to the side of the screen to turn it on. “Here, hold it… then you’ll see the pear logo appear,” he said. I swallowed tightly as I held on. A moment later, the logo appeared. It was so beautiful. “Hello… Lena.” “How did it know my name?” I asked, tilting my head all the way back to look at his face. “Some kind of personalized feature. I requested it from the phone company,” he said with a shrug. “Is it expensive?” “Not at all… I paid with my charming smile.” He flashed his perfect dentition. Before I could scold him for teasing me again, he guided my hand across the screen, showing me the different in-built apps and what they were for. “This is where you chat with your friends or family.” “Okay…” I replied, paying full attention. “It works just like a regular keyboard, but without the physical buttons. It also has eSIM, which I’ve already set up for you.” He typed something and hit send. I read the message that appeared on the screen: *
I stared at the small bag in my hands, then back at Tarzan. “Go on,” he said softly. My fingers trembled slightly as I pulled out the box. It was gold-colored, with “UX-Phone 17 Ultra Pro Max” written across the front. I unboxed it and carefully lifted the shiny, flat phone into my hands. My eyes widened at how big and fragile it looked. There were no buttons, only a sparkling glass screen. The glass back shimmered like liquid diamond under the light, and the edges had a premium finish. Even I, who knew almost nothing about phones, could tell this one was ridiculously expensive. The box alone looked like it belonged in a glass display case. “Tarzan…” I whispered, eyes wide. “This is too much. This phone looks crazy expensive.” He scratched the back of his neck and gave me that boyish smile. “It’s not that expensive.” I raised an eyebrow at him. “Okay, maybe a little expensive,” he admitted with a small laugh, “but you need it, Lena. And I wanted you to have it. I wanted you






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