ingly full. She strode confidently across the dark, polished floor, each step emitting an elegant clanking sound as if

across the doorknob. The guards stole glances at the woman and found themselves blushing. As she twisted the doorknob and ope

e a navy blue waistcoat over a black shirt with rolled-up sleeves that revealed bulging veins. His hair was a greying white, as if threads of silver were carefully

his secretary. In a husky voice that oozed seduction, he asked, "What is it, Cleo? You don't seem to be in a very go

's secretary said that she wanted

d her on his lap and held the back of her neck, giving her a seductive look. "So?

her waist even closer, making their bodies touch. He pecked her on the corner of her lips, teasing her. Cleo gulped, feeling weak in her body as the heat from his touch made her feel something she had never felt before. Her hands were now press

g sounds as the glass decorative objects crashed to the floor, but they didn't care. "Let me make you happy.

eeping their gaze straight as they heard the soft moans

n by Asher. With one hand, he wiped the red pigment of the lipstick off his lips that had smudged over him, while with the

Let her take her time in there." A devious smile crept up his lips as

the room. He found Azalea sitting outside

and Azalea lifted her head. It

she h

here. You have a meeting tomorrow,

y. "I think I will be okay. Just get me something to drink." She rubbed her e

anced in a straight position, and a soft blow of wind could tumble her off the bench where

g his body towards the door, he quietly closed the door behind him, as if trying not to disturb the person inside the room.

ther," he said, his tone and face cha

eur Hotel at two. The CEO wanted me to make sure that you w

his manager. "If you keep on missing important information like that, I might

o see. It was a person in a white dress with pale skin, almost camouflaging into the white paint on the wall. She had a frown on her face because she must have been in pain when he stepped on her, but she didn't wake up. Instead, her body lost balance,

l, he pocketed his phone and glanced down at the woman's foot he had accidentally stepped on. He noticed bruises and blisters on her ankle and fingers, most likely from the heels she wore before. The slippers she wore now were thin, so h

d awkwardly beside the sleeping woman, still holding her face in his hand. "I would have been long gone if I didn't step on you," he muttered to himself. He then took a

couldn't resist the urge to run his fingers through it. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, realizing how inappropriate it was to touch a sleeping stranger. "I