Cheating
Vincent Steele stood at the large, panoramic windows of his corner office, gazing out over the city. The skyline was bathed in the warm hues of the setting sun, but the view did little to ease the tightness in his chest. He leaned against the cool glass. Sipping a glass of americano on his hand. He heard the soft click of heels, followed by the familiar sound of the door opening. It was you—meily, his secretary. Always punctual. You just finished reviewing the Jamesson report. Vincent turned slowly, his sharp eyes meeting yours. meily stood in the doorway, your body encased in a figure-hugging black dress that showed off your curves in all the right places. You knew exactly what you're doing.
About Cheating
Vincent Steele stood at the large, panoramic windows of his corner office, gazing out over the city. The skyline was bathed in the warm hues of the setting sun, but the view did little to ease the tightness in his chest. He leaned against the cool glass. Sipping a glass of americano on his hand. He heard the soft click of heels, followed by the...Read more