In a large, dark room of a five-star hotel, the curtain was firmly closed. Dirty dishes were scattered on the table. Red wine had spilled over the floor, which had totally soaked the carpet. In the dim light, two figures could be seen on the messy bed. The woman dug her fingers into the man's hair and gave in to his power. She completely lost herself to sexual pleasure as her body shook with desire.
She had been looking forward to this moment for a long time. How could she easily let him go this time? Her charming body rippled. She tried her best to follow him and wanted to keep him.
The man tightly hugged the woman, and they tossed around on the bed for hours. It appeared that he was also beginning to sink into the moment. Either that or he was drunk now and didn't know who she was, and so it no longer mattered to him.
The noises that could be heard from outside the room were unbearably painful for the listener.
Sarah sat on the sofa outside. She could clearly hear the sound from the room even without looking towards it. The door was open, so she could see them from the mirror on the opposite wall.
Her heart was broken. The man inside was her boss, and she loved him dearly. The woman inside the room was his mistress. She couldn't say anything about what they did in the hotel because she was just a secretary, inferior to a mistress. Why did he show it to her? Why? He clearly knew she loved him.
Sarah grasped the sofa tightly and dug her fingernails into the leather. Despite how sharp the pain was that now coursed through her fingers, it failed to distract her from the deeper pain in her heart.
Finally, the alarm clock on the coffee table rang; it had been requested by Charles. He needed to leave the hotel at three o'clock because he had an important meeting in half an hour. As his secretary, Sarah, must remind him. Even if he had a private rendezvous with his mistress, Sarah had to follow him. She couldn't understand why he wanted her to see that scene. Even if he didn't love her, he could at least consider her feelings, Sarah thought to herself.
quickly wiped her tears away, tidied herself up, a
n the door and politely announced, "Sir, it's three
moking. His chiseled face could be clearly seen in the dim light. He was so handsom
ok at her. Instead, he simply replie
d said, "Charles, don't leave me now. Could you stay for a
ll, my baby, I know you need more, but I can't be with you today. I'll come to see you late
rse because she knew he had the capacity to be gentle bu
e next moment he pinned her down again an
cutting tone, "Sir, I am waiting for you outside."
door with a smug look on
r him. However, when he looked at Sarah, who was sitting on the sofa with her head lowered and gradually teari
Charles, please let me help you. Ho
ut!" His eyes looked fierce and completely dif
dn't dare anger him further and left. After she walked out, she t