บททั้งหมดของ My Husband's Affair, My Anniversary Gift : บทที่ 271 - บทที่ 280

David's hands gripped her hips, bruising in their intensity, as he pounded into her, his breath coming in ragged gasps."You feel so fucking good," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "So tight, so wet"Lily's nails dug into his shoulders, her body rising to meet his thrusts, her breasts bouncing with each impact."Harder," she begged, her voice a mere whisper.David growled, his animalistic side taking over. He flipped her onto her stomach, her breasts pressing into the mattress, and entered her from behind. He grasped her hips, lifting her slightly, and began to piston into her with relentless force. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, a crude symphony of their passion."Mine," he grunted with each thrust, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Mine, mine, mine."He was like he lost his mind.Lily's body was a tempest of sensation, her nerves alight with pleasure and pain. Her breath came in short, sharp pants, her voice a continuou

Riyana stood outside Jabco’s office for a few seconds after the door closed.Her mind felt empty.“What’s wrong with him today…?” she murmured under her breath.She had worked beside Jabco Grey for almost ten years. Ten long years of schedules, meetings, flights, files, emergencies. In all that time, he had never asked her about her personal life. Never cared where she went, who she met, how she spent her days off.Today was the first time.And the way he asked… it wasn’t casual. It wasn’t polite curiosity. It was sharp. Heavy. Serious.Just remembering his eyes made a chill crawl up her spine.She shook her head hard, as if she could shake the feeling away. Don’t overthink it, she told herself. He’s your boss. Nothing more.Riyana walked toward the break room and made coffee, just like she always did. Same cup. Same strength. Same habit she had memorized years ago. Her hands moved

She smiled a little awkwardly. After university, she had gone straight into work. Long hours, constant pressure. There had been no time left for friends.“So,” John asked, “what do you do now?”“I work at Grey Corporation,” she replied. “I’m Mr. Grey’s secretary.”His eyes widened. “Seriously? That’s huge. Grey is massive.”She nodded. “What about you?”“I’m running an entertainment company now,” he said with a hint of pride. “Northstar Media.”“Really?” Riyana’s face lit up. “You became a CEO? That’s amazing.”“You could say that,” he replied with a small grin.Then he suddenly remembered something. “Oh, wait. I have something for you.”He reached into his coat pocket and took out two tickets, handing them to her.She looked down at them. “What&rsquo

All day, Jabco barely spoke unless necessary. His tone was sharp in meetings. His patience thin. One small mistake from a manager earned a cold glare that made the room fall silent.Riyana noticed everything.She brought him lunch. He barely touched it.She handed him files. He nodded without looking up.The office felt heavy.By evening, Riyana finally made a decision.She had been sitting at her desk for almost twenty minutes, doing nothing, just staring at the drawer where she had kept the movie tickets. Her heart felt restless the whole day, like something was stuck inside her chest.It doesn’t matter what he thinks, she told herself again and again.I just want my heart to feel calm.It was his birthday. She had forgotten it. That alone was already bothering her enough. If she did nothing now, she knew she would regret it later.Slowly, she stood up, took the tickets from the drawer, held them in her hand, and walked towar

The traffic light turned red.The car stopped.For a long moment, there was only silence and the low hum of the engine. Jabco leaned back in his seat, eyes closed, head tilted slightly to the side. Riyana thought he had fallen asleep.Then he spoke.“How was your date?”His voice was calm, too calm. Almost careless.Riyana’s hands stiffened on the steering wheel. Her chest tightened. For a second, she forgot to breathe.So he saw her.He saw her with John.She turned her head just a little, enough to look at him, then quickly looked back at the road as if the traffic light was the most important thing in the world.“It was good,” she said slowly.That was all.There was no reason to explain. No reason to tell him it was not really a date, that she went only because she was tired, because she wanted to forget things for a few hours. He was her boss. Nothing more.Jabco’s jaw tightened