That Night, I Was Done
NineSevenMale POVMistressTragic LoveFeel-Good StoryMelodramaticFace SlappingWinning Back the Husband
At the company's annual party, my fiancée, the CEO, was chosen for a game called "opposite-gender squats."
With the whole room cheering, she did not hesitate. She jumped onto a young male intern and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist.
He held her by the hips as he lifted and lowered her again and again, while she laughed as if she did not have a care in the world.
Then came the second round: blindfolded face recognition.
When her hands reached the intern, her fingers lingered on his lips and traced them slowly.
He suddenly licked her fingertips. Right there, in front of everyone, he smirked. "Miss Smith, your hands are really soft. The way you touched my lips just now… that felt amazing. This kind of perk beats any year-end bonus. You smell incredible, Andrea."
Her face flushed red, but she did not deny it. She only smiled, shy and pleased.
That was when I let out a cold laugh. "If you like it that much, I will assign you as the CEO's assistant. All business trips next year, you two can go together."
Her expression changed instantly. "Daniel, what is with the attitude? Can't you handle a game? It's just for fun. Why are you making such a big deal out of it? Who is going to dare play with me after this?"
"Fine. If you enjoy playing so much, then go play with him. Because that CEO seat is about to belong to someone else," I muttered.