Chapter4: Let him hear you!

There was no need to turn on the speaker. In the already quiet environment, his voice was filled with malice and menace.

Eranthe was infuriated, her chest heaving up and down.

That bastard! While her promotion depended on her own abilities and efforts, he did have the power to make her life difficult in the company. After all, she didn't have such a powerful and influential father as Dylan’s.

Colin pinched her face, looking at her with a smirk.

His thin lips curved slightly, and Eranthe realized that he had discovered her little secret in her heart.

"Don't bite so hard," Colin suddenly warned.

Blushing, Eranthe, unsure where to look, realized that she was completely exposed while he remained neat and composed.

Her disheveled appearance contrasted with his impeccable attire, making her feel embarrassed and lacking any sense of authority.

Just as she was lost in thought, he fiercely sucked on her lips, his tongue probing deep into her mouth, stealing away all her breath until she was breathless.

His fingers slipped into her private territory, vibrating, stirring her senses uncontrollably.

The desire between them ignited, his hips grinding against hers, delivering intense impacts on her.

"Let him hear you," Colin urged, opening his mouth.

Eranthe had been biting her lip to make every effort to suppress the sounds that threatened to escape her throat.

Seeing that Eranthe didn't speak, Colin exerted a slight pressure again, and she couldn't help but let out a soft hum.

The sound was almost dripping with allure, and on the other end of the phone, it was like a bomb exploding.

"Damn it! Eranthe! Get your ass down here, do you hear me?"

Eranthe cursed inwardly.

Why don't you come up yourself? You only dare to shout downstairs, spewing nonsense about me. If you have the guts, call Colin yourself!

He knew well he was in no position to provoke Colin.

Eranthe also knew that Colin was angry.

Knowing when to yield is a sign of wisdom.

She embraced his neck, and leaned in with a touch of coquetry. She took the initiative to give him a kiss on the corner of his lips.

Colin's eyes behind the lenses darkened, and he reached up to take off his glasses. "You made a good choice."

He would indeed help her; otherwise, he wouldn't have entered her room last night.

He placed the phone to his ear and asked, "Do you need something?"

Dylan, sitting in the car, was immediately frightened and hung up upon hearing Colin's cold voice.

Well, look at that, he was not even capable of confronting Colin.

Eranthe's eyes flashed with disdain. He took the initiative, and she responded even more.

As an adult, she should bear the consequences without regret.

Eranthe didn't expect pissing Dylan off to be so costly though, from the doorway to the living room, and from the living room to the bathroom, and then to the master bedroom, he lifted her legs up and onto his shoulders, he slammed into her so hard again she couldn't help but scream out as his heavy panting sprayed straight into her ear.

A rush of kisses, bodies entwined and overlapping, fighting to the death until exhaustion...

The pain of tearing came at the same time as the pleasure of the heat surging through her body...

When it was over, she didn't even have the strength to lift her eyelids.

Colin leaned over the bed and stroked her back with a single stroke, and honestly, if it had been a recruiting male prostitutes call, Eranthe didn't think she could afford to pay for such good after-sales service on her salary.

"How do you feel about using my feelings?"

Eranthe remained silent, mainly because she was truly tired. She was so exhausted that her brain couldn't function properly at the moment.

She couldn't figure out whether Colin felt he was at a loss and wanted to regain control.

However, she also realized that she had thrown herself into the wolf's den.

"I'll give you a week to consider, hoping to hear a satisfactory response from you."

...

Colin's words were completely forgotten by Eranthe in the days that followed.

It was a fleeting encounter, and she had never planned to have any follow-up with Colin.

Moreover, she had no time to spare for such matters as all her time was consumed by the job on contacting clients.

Dylan's retaliation was more indirect than Eranthe had anticipated. Instead of confronting her directly, he chose to target her in their work.

The anniversary celebrations and the dealer promotion meeting, originally scheduled to be held at Ashly Mall. She happened to be the person in charge of this task, which was crucial for her.

If she could handle them well, the position of the head of the administrative department was practically guaranteed.

She had worked tirelessly on the details, and everything was on track until this critical moment. If it weren't for Dylan, she wouldn't believe that such issues could arise.

She was just one step away from the supervisory position, and Eranthe couldn't accept losing it now.

Standing in the corridor outside the Never-never Land VIP room, she took a deep breath before putting on a smile and knocking on the door.

As she entered the VIP room, the atmosphere inside was already lively.

This is the most high-end entertainment club in Assyria City.

The table in the room was filled with various drinks, and the female attendants, carefully selected for their allure, added to the glamour.

Eranthe, dressed in professional attire, looked out of place in this upscale club.

"Hey, isn't this Dylan Miller's little sweetheart? I thought we had a new female attendant." A teasing voice came through.

Eranthe's smile froze on her face.

She should have known. The elusive Mr. Perez suddenly released the news that he is at the Never-never Land.

He is the biggest client in this cooperation, and she couldn't avoid coming here. She wouldn't miss this opportunity.

It turns out Dylan was waiting for her here.

At this moment, someone teased, "Dylan Miller's sweetheart, her figure is indeed impressive."

More than impressive—standing among a group of beauties, dressed the most conservatively, with only two buttons of her shirt undone, she was still the most captivating.

"A worn bitch I have slept with! Count me out of the sweetheart business." Soon, Dylan's malicious and mean and deliberate tone echoed in the corner of the private room.