Heather sat in the office, staring blankly at his computer.Steve was half-lying on the sofa, playing with his phone. He burst into laughter after sharing a joke with a friend.Heather turned his head and looked at Steve like he was an idiot."Come on, man, you don't need to be down for so long. It's just an assistant leaving, and you haven't been happy for a long time.""Let's go to the nightclub again tonight," Steve said."No way. If you want to have fun, do it yourself," Heather replied."Don't torture yourself like this. It's just a woman. There are beautiful women everywhere”"Remember the hot girls in the nightclub last time? You didn't even react at all. I wonder if there's something wrong with your dick." Steve teased."Shut up! You're the one with the problem! I just don't like those tasteless women. There's no point in explaining this to you. You wouldn't understand.""Women are all the same. Some have bigger tits, some have bigger asses, some are wilder in bed." Heather s
Prisley looked at the luxurious dress and jewelry in shock. "Mark, I can't. I already owe you so much.""Asking you to attend the party for the company is something I owe you. As your boss, I'd like to ask my assistant to find some time for a bit of overtime, okay?" He always had that relaxed and charming smile on his face.Prisley couldn't resist his damn charm. She smiled back."Come on, Mark. Don't look at me like that. I'll fall for you." Prisley picked up a dress. "Do you like this one? Or this one?""Any of them will do. I'll like it as long as it's on you.""And besides, what's wrong with loving me? I'm so positive, ambitious, handsome, and charming."Mark did have a magical charm. His words were flirty but not vulgar. His expression and tone were always warm and joyful, never making anyone uncomfortable.Mark picked out an elaborate necklace from a row of jewelry boxes. "Here, let me put this on for you."He moved behind Prisley, placed the necklace around her neck, and claspe
A woman walked over and hooked her arm around Heather's. "So, here you are."When she saw Prisley, a smug expression appeared on her face.Prisley's face froze when she saw her. Filla? Seeing her again?Filla extended her hand as if to shake with Prisley. "Hello, Miss Fake. I'm the new manager of the investment department at Warner Group. Nice to see you again."Prisley looked helplessly at Heather, just as she had when Filla humiliated her last time. She really hoped he would stand up for her.Even now, although they no longer had a relationship, Prisley still had some expectations of Heather."Heather said he loved me, didn't he? Didn't he do everything he could, even using underhanded means, to keep me by his side? He shouldn't let Filla bully me again."But Heather watched them indifferently, allowing Filla to mock her.Tears gradually filled Prisley's eyes. She pressed her lips tightly and said nothing.Mark, without any regard, wrapped his arm around Prisley's waist in front of H
Filla's face stiffened. The jealousy in her eyes was instantly replaced by cunning. She quickened her hand movements, becoming more and more intense.Heather was pushed onto the bed, and Filla straddled his thighs, swiftly engulfing his swollen errection with her moist, eager core.The sensation of finally having this man again after so long filled her with a profound, almost primal satisfaction. She let out a long sigh, her body trembling slightly with the rush of exhilaration, and quickened the movements of her hips.Heather let out a low moan, gripping Filla's thighs and thrusting with increasing force.Filla smiled, her expression a mix of triumph and seduction, knowing she had reclaimed her position. She suppressed her voice, allowing only seductive gasps to escape her lips.Heather hadn't had sex with Prisley for a long time. This time, it felt different from before. It was an indescribable sensation—both unfamiliar and somewhat familiar, evoking memories and desires he had buri
Filla knelt in front of Heather. She pulled off his towel, taking his still hard dick into her mouth, licking with deliberate intensity."Heather, remember? You like it when I did this..." Filla’s voice was full of seduction. Her tongue kept sweeping over Heather's most sensitive spot, teasing and caressing with expert precision.A strong electric current spread through Heather's body, each flick of her tongue sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. He couldn't help but let out a low moan. His body trembled slightly as he fought to maintain control.In their shared memories, those were the most wonderful moments."No, stop." Heather said in a husky voice. The physical pleasure shot to his head, nearly making him lose control."Heather, you can't forget me. She’s my substitute, right? I'm here. I'm the one you truly love." Filla didn't stop, but instead sped up her movements, her mouth working him with a fervor that was almost frantic.."Leave that fake, Heather. I love you. Le
The next day, Mark came to find Prisley. "I'll take you to a party tonight." His smile was brighter than usual, and there was a hint of mischief in his eyes.Prisley was still a bit shaken from her encounter with Filla the night before. "Boss, can I skip it? I'm a bit PTSD about parties now."Mark laughed. "Don't worry, tonight's party is different from the ones before. I promise you'll like it."Prisley knew Mark wouldn't lie to her. But she still retorted, "What if I don't like it?""Then you can do whatever you want with me. But... I don't think you'll get that chance."Mark gazed at Prisley with deep affection, making her shyly avoid his eyes.The car drove into a grand mansion's courtyard, and the huge iron gate slowly opened.Tall trees lined the long driveway. The mansion's exterior was elegant and solemn, with intricate and luxurious decorations everywhere, showcasing the owner's exquisite taste.When they got out of the car, several servants were already waiting at the door.
"Marry me, Prisley. It's that simple."Prisley's face stiffened, her eyes widening with disbelief. She awkwardly pushed Mark away. "Don't joke around. It's impossible."Mark’s grip tightened as he held her close, his breath warm against her ear. "Why not? I love you, and you like me. We're a perfect match," he said with a mix of hope and arrogance.Prisley took a deep breath and pushed Mark away firmly. "Mark, you need to understand. We're from different worlds. Your family expects you to marry a wealthy heiress. We won’t have a future."Her face flushed with pain. "I don't want to jump from one hopeless situation into another. Even though you’re kind and steady, marriage in your world is just a business deal."Although Mark was interesting, steady, and deeply in love with her, Prisley knew that marriages in wealthy families were just business arrangements.Mark’s face reddened, his breathing heavy. "Why can't we have a future? I can love whoever I want. No one can stop me!"Prisley p
“Is this the kind of garbage you call a report?”The atmosphere outside the investment manager's office was heavy and suffocating. Employees tiptoed past, careful not to provoke the manager's wrath.The scolding from inside cut through the air like a cold blade, straining everyone’s nerves.A tall young man stood nervously before the new manager, Fila. His hands were clenched, knuckles white from pressure. His eyes were filled with defiance. He had to bow his head and endure the humiliation.Fila's tirade was relentless. It rained down like a storm. She had been berating Bob for almost half an hour.“Fix this report by the end of the day. If it’s still not right, you can resign!”Bob wiped the sweat from his forehead. He walked out of the office, his eyes full of resentment. Outside, a few colleagues stopped him. They whispered, “What happened, Bob?” careful not to upset him.Bob threw the document onto his desk. “I’ve revised this report several times. She’s never satisfied. She says
Early the next morning, Heather had to leave for a business trip. Prisley breathed a sigh of relief. She still wasn’t used to living with Heather in the apartment. It was nice to have some space for a while.That day, she was wandering around a boutique in the shopping mall when she suddenly saw a figure pass by outside the store.Prisley froze. Without thinking, she ran out.But the man had already walked far away.“It can’t be him, right? No, it can't be.” She felt uneasy but picked up her pace.The man was tall with long legs, walking quickly.Prisley’s heavy body made it hard for her to keep up.“Hey—sir, wait—” She shouted when she realized she was about to lose him.It seemed the man heard her. He stopped and turned around."Spencer! It really is you!" Prisley gasped, covering her mouth. Her legs felt weak, and she almost collapsed.Spencer quickly rushed over to steady her, so overwhelmed that he didn’t know what to say.“I finally found you!” They both spoke at the same time a
Heather and Prisley returned to the apartment, and a subtle sense of relief filled the air.Heather smiled as if a weight had lifted off his shoulders. He opened his arms and pulled Prisley into a hug, pressing her forehead gently against his warm chest. In that moment, it felt like he was holding something precious he had almost lost, and it made him cherish her even more.Prisley didn’t resist, didn’t move at all. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Heather opened the door, and a few strong movers stood there, behind them were several large items.Heather was puzzled, but Prisley greeted them warmly. “Oh, you’re here? Please, bring everything inside.”The lead mover asked, “Are you Miss Anderson?”“Yes, that’s me,” Prisley said cheerfully as she welcomed them in.“Could you sign for this?”Prisley quickly signed, her happiness clear from her expression. The large items were brought inside, and she led them to an empty room.Heather asked, “What’s all this? It’s huge.”Prisley smiled faintl
Mark and his father walked into the study.Old Grant said, "Son, all these years, I haven't interfered much, letting you choose your own path.""You could study if you wanted, or travel if you preferred. But now, I have to think about your future."Mark asked quietly, "What"s wrong, Dad?" He had a feeling something was off. His father"s usually kind face was now serious, like when he was in a business meeting."My heart is getting worse. Even though I look fine on the outside, I know my own condition.""It could stop beating at any moment. I don't know if it will be tomorrow, next month, or next year. So, I have to make arrangements now."Mark interrupted anxiously, "What did the doctors say? There are so many treatments available. This isn't a big issue, Dad. Don't be so pessimistic."Mark had originally come home thinking only about getting some benefits from his father, maybe some shares or money. But hearing his father speak like this, he suddenly felt like the sky was falling.Th
"Dad, what's up?" Mark said, holding his phone, sounding casual.His father's gentle voice came through the line, "You haven't been home for dinner in a while. Your mom wants to see you."Mark gave Heather and Prisley a wink, pretending to be relaxed. "I miss you too. I'll come home tonight. Nothing's more important than you."He hung up, and the smile on his face vanished.Heather signaled that he was leaving. Before heading out, he reminded Mark, "Don't forget what's right and what's not."Mark nodded, "Don't worry, I'll be a great actor."Prisley couldn’t help but smile as she watched his playful, slightly mischievous demeanor. "Mark, I'm glad you're back to your old self. That's the you I like."She shot a glance at Heather, hoping to catch a hint of jealousy on his face. But Heather remained indifferent, only showing a trace of sarcasm.They all went their separate ways.As Heather and Prisley reached the car, Heather suddenly stopped. He turned and said coldly, "What? Disappoint
Chapter 107: Becoming Friends“With your immature look and still being wet behind the ears, you dared to compete with me for Prisley?”Heather said, half-joking, half-contemptuously. His tone held a touch of mockery, and a smirk curved his lips. He lounged on the sofa, casually tapping the edge of his wine glass with his fingers, casting a dismissive glance at Mark.Prisley, sitting next to Heather, gave him a gentle elbow jab. She shot him a disapproving look and then gave him a subtle wink, signaling him to ease up on Mark.To their surprise, Mark was momentarily stunned but then smiled calmly. His eyes showed a trace of self-deprecation but mostly relief.“You’re right, Heather. Compared to you, I’m indeed quite immature,” Mark said with a wry smile.“I finally understand that I’m definitely not the type Prisley likes. So despite all her efforts, she still hasn’t fallen for me.”He spoke with self-deprecation. Though he was addressing his past hurt, he showed no real sadness. In
"Mark, what's wrong? Are you speeding? Tell me where you are right now!"Prisley’s face had gone pale with worry. She turned to Heather, desperate for help.After listening for a couple of seconds, Heather immediately grasped the situation with Mark. He grabbed the phone from Prisley and said, "Mark, whatever's going on, you need to stay calm. Prisley is really worried about you. You don't want to cause an accident and make her even more upset, do you?"The roar of a car engine came through the phone. Mark answered with a chocked voice, "Okay, I’ll listen to you."Not long after, the three of them were sitting in a restaurant.The restaurant’s lighting was soft and warm, but the atmosphere between them was exceptionally heavy.Mark sat in the corner of the table, his gaze distant.He looked utterly defeated, with bruises from a fight on his face, completely lacking his usual charm and confidence. Prisley had seen Mark anxious and smug before, but never this defeated and at a loss.Pri
After saying goodbye to Prisley at the hospital, Mark drove home with a heavy heart. He couldn't remember how he drove—the dim streetlights and shadows on the road were all that filled his mind. It felt like the whole world had lost its color.Only when he instinctively hit the brakes did he realize he was already parked in his driveway.Inside his mansion, the silence made the space feel even more empty and cold. With one person missing, the house felt like a hollow shell, and even the air seemed thin.Mark walked unsteadily into the bedroom that was once filled with laughter and warmth. Prisley's presence was everywhere. Her book was still open on the nightstand, a few of her clothes casually draped over the chair. On the wall hung a portrait she had painted of him, so detailed, so lifelike. But the bed across from it was now empty.Mark approached the bed, hesitated for a moment, and then collapsed onto it, exhausted. The faint scent of her perfume still lingered on the sheets. He
The kitchen was filled with the rich smell of beef, the oil sizzling quietly on the hot pan. The shelves had new spices lined up, neatly organized. Heather was focused, carefully watching the steak as it cooked.Over his casual clothes, he wore a white apron.His commanding presence wasn't diminished at all by the casual outfit. Instead, it added a touch of warmth and kindness. It was a side of him Prisley had never seen before, something she couldn't even imagine.Prisley's eyes widened in surprise as she stared at Heather like he was from another planet. "Heather? Are you... cooking steak?"Heather turned around, a soft smile playing on his lips.Heather said to the man on the video call, "Alright, that's it for today," and then ended the call."Need any help?" Prisley asked, stepping closer to the counter.Heather waved a long finger to indicate he didn't, then turned back to what he was doing.Prisley could only stand there waiting.Heather finally switched off the stove, plated th
“Awake?” Heather asked, his voice still carrying a hint of sleepiness.Prisley nodded woodenly, responding with a faint sound.She wasn’t used to such morning—too intimate, too tender. Heather had rarely stayed over at her place before, let alone waking up with her in his arms until dawn.On the rare occasions he did stay over, he would leave the apartment early, as if staying even a moment longer made him uncomfortable.It made sense. Back then, he was just infatuated with her body.Prisley tried to get up, but as she moved, Heather’s arm tightened around her.“It’s still early. Stay a little longer. It’s the weekend,” he said with a warm smile in his voice.Prisley didn’t really want to wake up that early. She just didn’t want to be so close to Heather. The intimacy made her uneasy. If there were an “boundary” in the bed, she might have been able to sleep a bit longer.She gave an awkward smile, trying to sound casual. “It’s just… I want to move around a bit. The weather is so nice