Chapter 11
He was about to pick it up when Eleanor stopped him.
She leaned against the desk, lifted her skirt, and slowly slid her foot up his thigh. Raising an eyebrow, she said, “Xander, didn’t sleep well last night? Want me to help you wake up?”
Xander hadn’t slept well last night.
Eleanor put on an air of reserve with her parents home, deliberately keeping Xander on edge all evening. He endured the night with pent–up desire, taking several cold showers to quell it.
Now… that fire reignited.
He gripped her ankle, eyes overflowing with lust: “You little minx, confess–last night you meant to… mmm…”
His words dissolved as she leaned down to kiss him.
Xander always fell for her tricks. Beneath that innocent facade lay irresistible allure. He knew she was playing hard to get, yet willingly played along every time.
He discovered endless flavors in her-
First, budding innocence, shy and unopened.
Then gradual blossoming, drawing him deeper.
Finally blazing passion, threatening to consume him whole.
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Xander was obsessed with Caitlin in a way that bordered on madness, sparing no expense to draw close, indulge her, and ultimately claim her as
his own.
He took control, gripping the woman’s neck as he deepened the kiss with fierce intensity.
His hand slipped beneath her collar, fingers slowly caressing and teasing until Eleanor melted like butter against him.
They moved from the desk to the sofa, then pressed against the floor–to- ceiling window.
As the bright sun rose, the office filled with sensual sounds and the heady scent of passion.
Afterward, Eleanor rested her head on his shoulder.
Her voice was husky yet sweet as she murmured, “Xander, when can I sign that stock transfer agreement you promised?”
His body went rigid at her words.
In his haste to protect someone, he’d blurted out that promise, but soon regretted it.
20% of shares, worth billions.
This wasn’t just like buying a bag–it involved power beyond money, impacting the entire company’s decisions and future.
Caitlin had followed him for ten years, contributed so much, and only got 20%. What right did Eleanor have?
Even with his love, he needed to weigh carefully.
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Staring ahead as if calculating pros and cons, he replied, “I’ve been busy caring for you and your parents lately. Almost forgot this. I’ll push the legal team tomorrow.”
How many excuses was this now?
Eleanor drew a pause, concealing her displeasure though it simmered within.
Is he going back on his word now?
If he hadn’t mentioned it, she might’ve brushed it off. But now that he had, she couldn’t ignore it–she was determined to claim both the 20% shares and the Mrs. Jackson position.
Xander’s favoritism over the past month gave her the illusion that she could replace his wife anytime.
But she couldn’t rush it; she had to take it slow.
The following week, the two were inseparable.
Eleanor came up with new ideas daily: cosplay and props at home, and trying every corner of the office for thrill–seeking adventures.
Yet gradually, Xander grew weary.
One night, in the middle of it, he realized the body beneath him no longer excited him. They’d tried every position, and the thrill was gone.
He quickly finished up and stepped onto the balcony for some air.
He lit a cigarette, opened his chat with Caitlin, and saw their last exchange was still from that business dinner.
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Somehow, his heart suddenly fluttered.
He tapped out a message: “Honey, I’m heading back soon. Want me to bring you anything?”
