That night, the heavy silence of the house was broken only by the soft buzz of Ariel’s phone. It was a message from Martha, containing a link to a job vacancy at Flinch Tech. “Ariel, this is the breakthrough you need,” the text read. “It’s a high-level executive assistant role. Prepare your CV tonight. Don't waste a single second.”

Ariel didn't waste a second. Waiting until the house was completely dead silent, she quietly opened her laptop in the dark. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she carefully updated her credentials. Once it was ready, she crept like a ghost down the hallway and into Draven’s private study room. She held her breath, flinching at every tiny noise, as the printer whirred to life and secretly spat out the pages. Clutching the warm paper to her chest, she hurried back to her room, hiding it safely away.

The following morning, she woke up exceptionally early. She forced herself to prepare a full breakfast for the household, ensuring there would be no excuses for her mother-in-law to screech at her, before slipping out of the house unnoticed and setting out to Flinch Tech for the job interview.

Getting there, however, Ariel felt her confidence instantly vanish. The grand lobby was packed with other applicants, all of whom were master's degree holders, impeccably dressed in high-end corporate attire, and radiating pure assurance. Ariel looked down at her own clothes, suddenly feeling completely out of place.

Fear gripped Ariel's chest. The sight of these highly qualified women breaking down made her feel entirely out of her depth. She stood up, her legs shaking, and turned on her heel, decided to leave and abandon the opportunity entirely. But just as she reached the silver bank of elevators, Vincent’s chief assistant, Andrew, stepped out and called her name loudly.

"Ariel Lin? Mr. Lauren will see you now."

Her breath hitched. There was no turning back now.

Andrew led her down a long, sleek hallway and pushed open the heavy double doors to the sprawling penthouse office. Ariel took a step inside, but the sight waiting for her made her freeze in absolute shock.

Her breath hitched. There was no turning back.

She walked into the sprawling penthouse office, but the sight waiting for her made her freeze in absolute shock. A gorgeous woman was on her knees, actively sucking Vincent's dick while moaning loudly. Vincent was leaning back, completely unbothered. Ariel just stood there, completely surprised, her face burning as she didn't know whether to look away or run.

Seeing Ariel enter, Vincent didn't even blink. He coldly looked down at the woman at his crotch and asked his prostitute to excuse them. The woman quickly gathered her designer purse, wiped her mouth, and scurried out past Ariel, leaving a heavy, tense, and highly charged silence in the room.

Vincent calmly stood up, buttoned his trousers, and adjusted his suit. He gestured to the chair across from him and asked Ariel to sit.

He picked up her CV, starting to ask standard corporate questions, but his dark, piercing eyes didn't stay on the paper for long. What completely cut his attention was how noticeably swollen her breasts were under her blouse.

Vincent leaned forward across the desk, his dark gaze locking onto her chest with a predatory focus. "Are you breastfeeding?" he asked bluntly, completely discarding the corporate script.

At first, Ariel felt incredibly uncomfortable and violated by such an intimate, inappropriate question in a job interview. But knowing how desperately she needed a way out of her life, she swallowed her shame, looked him in the eye, and responded, "Yes."

Vincent just smiled a slow, knowing expression that sent a shiver down her spine. He leaned back in his chair. "If you work for me, Mrs. Lin, would you always be available when I call?" Vincent asked, his voice dripping with an implicit, dark demand. "According to your file, you are a married woman. Married women usually have structural distractions at home."

Ariel didn't flinch. "My husband and I are getting a divorce," she said, her voice tightening with a mixture of pain and resolve. "And also... I just lost my child."

Hearing this, Vincent froze. The smile faded from his lips, replaced by a dark, intense heat that flared deep in his midnight eyes. He couldn't take his eyes off her. The raw vulnerability rolling off her, combined with the full, heavy swell of her lactating breasts and the sheer desperation in her gaze, hit him like a physical wave. Beneath the mahogany desk, his cock was hardening rapidly, turning thick and rigid just by the mere look of her. Her tragedy made her the perfect, unattached vessel for exactly what his failing health required.

Suppressing the sudden, violent surge of lust that threatened to break his professional composure, Vincent abruptly closed her file, cutting the interview short.

He looked up at her, his voice tight, rough, and strained. "My assistant will get back to you if you are in."

The moment Ariel stood up from her chair, the office door clicked open. The prostitute from before slid back into the room, entirely unbothered, and immediately bypassed Ariel to sink back down to her knees beneath Vincent’s desk to continue her business. Vincent didn't even look at Ariel as she left; his eyes were already dark and fixed on the woman below him. Ariel hurried out of the penthouse, her face burning, and headed straight home.

But the transit was slow, and by the time she finally made it back, she was already incredibly late.

The moment she stepped through the front door, the heavy, suffocating aura of the house told her everything she needed to know. Draven was already home, waiting for her. He stood in the living room, his face twisted in a dark, ugly scowl as he checked his watch.

"Where the hell are you coming from?" Draven demanded, his voice echoing off the walls.

Ariel tried to keep her voice steady. "I was coming from Martha's place, we went out."

Daven scoffed, his eyes narrowing into slits. He completely refused to believe her. "Martha's place? For this long? Don't lie to me, Ariel. Who were you really out opening your legs for, who would want a married woman?"

Disgusted by his accusations and wanting to avoid any further discussion, Ariel turned her back on him and tried to walk away toward the stairs. Her silence only angered Draven further. In a flash of pure rage, he moved forward, grabbed her by the shoulder, and violently dragged her back.

Slap!

The force of his hand striking her face echoed through the quiet house. Ariel gasped, the impact pushing her clean off her feet and sending her crashing onto the hard floor. Her cheek burned with a sharp, stinging heat.

"You're nothing but a slut!" No man will want to sleep with an unattractive woman like you, Draven spat, looking down at her with complete contempt before turning on his heel and walking away into the living room.

Ariel lay on the floor for a long moment, the tears flowing down from her eyes, but she forced them back. She slowly stood up, wiping her face, and walked straight into the kitchen. Her body ached, but she began to prepare dinner. She cooked, plated the food, and dished it up perfectly on the dining table, trying to maintain whatever peace she could.

But Draven refused to eat a single bite of the food she made. Instead, he grabbed his coat, slammed the front door, and left the house to go straight to his mistress's place. His mistress was Charlotte, a woman who also worked right alongside Draven at his company a fact he barely even tried to hide anymore.

Left alone in the quiet house, Ariel pulled out her phone and called Martha, her voice shaking as she laid everything bare. She told her best friend everything that had happened at Flinch Tech, sighing deeply as she admitted that she might not even be hired because of how chaotic it was. She even detailed the shocking scene of how Vincent's prostitute was actively giving him a blowjob right in the middle of the interview room.

On the other end of the line, Martha laughed it off, trying to lighten the heavy mood. "Honestly, Ariel, these tech billionaires are all out of their minds. Don't worry about it. If you aren't hired, I'll just send another job vacancy your way tonight. We'll find something."

But before the call could even end, a loud notification popped up on the top of Ariel’s phone screen. It was an official email from Flinch Tech company.

Ariel’s breath hitched as she read the words: *Dear Mrs. Ariel, you have been hired for the position of Executive Personal Secretary. You are required to report to the company tomorrow morning by 10:00 AM sharp.*

"Martha! Oh my god!" Ariel gasped, her voice cracking with pure shock. She immediately told Martha the news, reading the email aloud while her friend was still on the call.

Hearing the high salary and the immediate start date, both of them instantly broke into a wild celebration over the phone. Martha was cheering so loudly Ariel had to pull the phone away from her ear, a genuine, radiant smile breaking across Ariel's face for the first time in months.

Ariel could not contain her joy. As she hung up the phone and looked around the empty, dark house, a profound sense of relief washed over her. The next moment Draven's mother walked over and told her she was disturbing the whole estate. " You foolish woman you husband left the house few hours ago and is still not back yet but you are not bothered by it at all, so what is making you to celebrate" Draven mother spat and worked out back to her room. That night, Draven never came home to sleep, staying tucked away in Charlotte's bed.

Inside the dimly lit bedroom of her apartment, Charlotte was riding Draven's dick on her bed completely naked. Her breasts were popping up and down as she rode him, her hips moving in a fierce, demanding rhythm. Draven gripped her waist tightly, pulling her down to meet every frantic thrust. The air in the room was thick, heavy with the sharp scent of sweat and expensive perfume. She moved away from him and put on her clothes and went to the kitchen Draven followed her behind.

After a few wild minutes, the rhythm slowed. Draven pulled her down against his chest, shifting her body. He spent the next few minutes kissing her neck and nibbling at her ears, all the time hearing her breath getting slower as she relaxed under his ministrations. Now that she was relaxed, he intended on getting her even more turned on.

Slowly, his hand started to rub lower down her front, tracing the contour of her bra under her top. He felt Charlotte's body start to tremble. Holding his breath, and without pausing, his fingers moved deftly to undo the button of her blouse, and then the next one. She didn't stop him. Continuing down, he undid all the remaining buttons on her silk blouse, returning his touch to stroking her soft and sensitive skin.

He drifted his hand across her tits, feeling her stiff nipples through the thin material of her white lace bra. Charlotte’s breathing started to get quicker the moment he touched her tits. He knew she liked them being touched and was anticipating what was going to happen next just as much as he was.

Taking his chance, Draven swiveled the chair in which she was sitting so that she was no longer facing the desk table. He stood directly in front of her. Charlotte had her eyes averted, looking down as if she was still playing coy about what was going on. He looked down at her beautiful body, taking in the soft skin of her cleavage and her young tits encased by the lace bra.

Bending over, he took one of her tits into his mouth, sucking through the lace material while gently flicking his tongue over her nipple. A low moan escaped her lips the moment his mouth touched her, and he knew he was getting exactly what he wanted. Encouraged, he spent the next few minutes kissing, fondling, sucking, and licking her tits while she responded by moaning and trembling right there in her kitchen.

Emboldened, Draven reached around and undid her bra, pulling the cups down to reveal her young tits completely. They were soft, smooth, and pert, standing there without any support. Eagerly, he returned to his sucking and licking. She moaned louder at the touch of his mouth and tongue on her bare, young tits.

Still touching and kissing her tits, Draven eased himself down until he was kneeling on the floor. He carefully moved between her legs, gently forcing them apart as he moved closer so she wouldn't notice in her excitement. He couldn't resist touching her long, sexy legs, softly sliding his hands up the outside of her thighs, and then the inside. Her body quivered at the touch, and she unconsciously shifted forward in the chair, her body eager to get closer to him.

He slipped his hands up under her mini skirt, stroking higher on the inside of her soft thighs. His own heart was beating faster now that he was getting closer to his prize. She was wearing matching white lace panties, and Draven dragged his finger across her pussy over the thin fabric. He felt her voluntarily spread her legs wider, moving against his hand now that she was so turned on from his attention to her tits.

He pushed and rubbed around her pussy entrance, her lace panties getting completely wet as he pressed them into her slit. She was moaning again, her ass shifting in the chair as she tried to get more of his touch. Deftly, he moved her panties to one side to open up her pussy to his hands. Now he stroked her bare pussy with his fingers, finding that she was completely shaved and smooth. Her moans grew louder as he rubbed up and down, spreading the wet juices that gave away her intense excitement.

Bending down, he brought his head close to her pussy and breathed in deeply, inhaling the delicious aroma of her sex. He moved even closer and licked her pussy. Finding her clit, he discovered that it was completely engorged, and he licked around it before sucking on it gently. At his touch, Charlotte gave out a sharp yelp, followed by a slow moan as her hips bucked against his tongue.

He moved a finger to her pussy entrance, tracing around it while he sucked her sensitive clit. He pushed his finger forward, parting her pussy lips and easing inside her, up to the first knuckle and then the second. He heard a gasp from her pretty lips as she felt his finger invade her tight pussy, but she didn't move away.

Her gasps became faster when he started to rub the inside of her pussy, his finger sliding across her g-spot in a gentle rhythm. Then he started to fuck her tight pussy with his finger, thrusting in and out in time to the licking of her clit. Her pussy was clamped tightly around his finger, but he managed to slip in a second one, continuing to fuck her while she groaned and moaned above him.

Her ass was shifting in the chair, pushing forward, eager to feel his fingers deep inside her. His fingers were completely covered in her sweet juices, and he could sense she was close to cumming. He kept up the regular rhythm on her clit, fucking her harder by sliding his fingers deep with every thrust.

Suddenly, he felt her pussy clamp even tighter around his fingers, the walls pulsing around them.

"Oh my God, yessss!" Charlotte cried out, screaming as he continued to lick her clit.

Her orgasm seemed to last for minutes as she squirmed against him, forcing his fingers deeper, until she gradually slumped back onto her chair and relaxed.

Draven brought his fingers out of her pussy and straightened his back, looking up at her. He saw a contented look on her pretty face, her eyes half-closed with a half-smile on her red lips.

Her short skirt had fallen back down when he moved away from her, hiding her smooth pussy from his view, but he could still smell the sweet aroma of her sex in the air.

He stood up, reached out, and held her small hands, pulling her to her feet. Charlotte frowned slightly under her blonde hair, puzzled at what was going to happen next. Draven quickly sat down in the chair she had just vacated, causing her to turn and face him.

"Kneel down," Draven ordered, his voice commanding. "It is your turn to help me."

He guided her down so she was kneeling between his legs at his feet. Charlotte looked up at him, her blonde hair framing her face as she paused, wondering what to do next. Taking the lead, Draven unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and reached in to pull out his almost erect cock.

He held his cock right there, and Charlotte looked down, staring at his engorged length. For a moment, he wondered if she was going to get up and leave, but then he watched a wonderful sight. Her face turned from shock to a picture of pure lust. Her eyes lit up and she pursed her lips, running her tongue around her red lips as she stared at his cock.

When his cock was fully erect, he motioned for her to bend down. Obeying him, she leaned over his cock, giving him a wonderful view down her front as her pert tits fell completely free of her blouse. Gently, she kissed the tip of his cock, and in return, it jumped. Giggling, Charlotte kissed it again, making it jump once more. It felt incredible when her soft lips touched the sensitive head of his hard cock.

"Take it into your mouth, Charlotte," he urged her.

Smiling up at him, she pulled back the foreskin from his hard cock and bent over it again. This time she opened her mouth wide and slid her red lips over his cock, drawing it into her small, hot mouth. He couldn't resist bucking his hips a little when he felt her tongue slide over the sensitive head, completely encased in her mouth.

She then took his cock further into her mouth, sliding her red lips down the shaft until the end of his cock hit the back of her mouth. Slowly she moved back, her lips tight around him as she let his hard cock pop out of her mouth. Then she started a great rhythm, fucking him with her mouth, all the time looking up at him out of her sexy blue eyes. Draven watched his cock appear and disappear into her mouth. Charlotte started to gently play with his balls while she sucked him, and he could feel his cum starting to rise hot in his cock.

"I'm going to cum," he said quietly, his breathing getting faster with every exquisite touch of her mouth and tongue.

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Meanwhile, back at the house, Ariel was pacing around the guest bedroom. She was trying to figure out what to wear for her first day at Flinch Tech, but looking through her closet, she found nothing suitable. Everything she owned was either too old, dusty, or completely worn down from her years of isolation. Panic began to set in.

Just then, a message from Martha popped up on her phone.

*“Don't stress about the clothes, Ariel. I’m sending a professional dress to your place tomorrow morning. It will get to your house by 8:00 AM sharp. Get some sleep.”*

Reading the text, Ariel felt a wave of relief wash over her.