"Ahh! Okay, babe, okay! Oh sh*t! Do your best to devour me, ahhhh!"

Declan couldn't figure out why he was irritated by the soft voice of the woman he was now in his cabin with. He's at the Exclusive resort, where you can have as much sex as you want, and damn! Declan admitted that he liked what he was doing to the woman whose name he couldn't recall.

"Yes, baby. Yes! Yes! All right. Hard! Hard — ahhh," the woman says. He drew away from the girl and quickly unwrapped the condom that had been wrapped around him.

He walks around naked, allowing his partner to feast on his naked body before tossing the condom in the trash.

"Baby, I'm ready for another round!" The woman's voice was so sweet that Declan couldn't help but look at it.

He handed the black v-neck t-shirt to the hammock first, then picked up the girl's underwear after he rocked it.

"Go home! And don't show your face in front of me," he said coldly, hearing the woman's violent reaction.

"It's exactly like that?" exclaimed the woman.

"You won't even hold me responsible after you plow my delicacy—"

"Well, sorry, miss. I don't do commitments." He walked closer to his partner's angry reaction before bowing to make their faces line up. "I love breaking virginities, and if I did it, that would be one of my greatest accomplishments; you know my rules, but you still revealed yourself to me; I am a man, and I have needs."

That was all he said, but to his surprise, the girl smiled at him before the woman spoke, which irritated him.

"I'm afraid one of these days you'll fall in love and—"

"That's not going to happen, lady. I will never fall in love with a woman, keep that in mind." At the very least, the girl will be offended, she offered him a silly smile.

"You will see, Declan. You will see!" He frowned as he approached the chair, which was only a few feet away from the girl, before sitting and speaking.

"What's your name?" His arm was already crossed as he observed the girl's unpredictable reaction, which resulted in a frown on her brow.

Then Declan smiled.

"We even had sex, but you forgot my name?" He, on the other hand, has a crazy smile on his face and just shrugs his shoulders.

"Well, I'm not particularly good at remembering ladies' names," he reflected as he tapped his chin. "Hmm, are you, Kenna? Jenna? Kelly? -" he didn't finish what he was about to say because he heard a deafening slap from the woman whose name he didn't know and who is completely unfamiliar to him.

Instead of crying out in agony, he simply smiled dimly.

"Fuck you, Declan! Fuck you!" yelled the woman, and he smiled sarcastically.

"We'd just fucked, lady! What else do you want from me?"

"Fuck you!" she yelled as she stormed out of his cabin, forgetting to put on her pantyhose.

He simply shook his head before picking it up and throwing it in the trash.

Suddenly, he became thirsty for an intoxicating drink rather than water.

He reached into the hammock for his jacket, no doubt to put it on before leaving his cabin.

He only realized he was on his own way to his friend Lucifer's official room because he wanted to buy him a drink.

Instead of going to the bar, he took a left and went to a friend's exclusive villa.

He simply continued to enter because he had a fingerprint scanner attached to his identity, which caused it to open immediately.

When he felt the women in the building stare at him, he pocketed both hands. But he was completely unconcerned about it.

When he got to the other side of Lucifer's room, he immediately opened the door, but to his surprise, Lucifer had a threesome in his bed, and women were positioning themselves in every part of his friend—Lucifer.

He just kept walking in and going to the courtyard once it was open with a drink bag and taking a drink there that Lucifer had just seen him take.

Declan then turned to face Lucifer, who appeared unaware that he had already entered the building.

"Luc, can you tell me what the name of this drink is? I just saw it."

Then Lucifer looked at him, stunned. His eyes grew even larger when Lucifer saw him standing in the nearest double doors.

"Oh fuck! There you are, Dec," Declan exclaimed, shaken.

"J-just... please that back again in the... oh! Yeah, like that," Lucifer said as he looked at him again.

"I-I mixed ingredients in there so that when anyone drinks it, they'll immediately feel their body heat and eventually have sex in an instant — oh! F*ck woman!"

Is this correct?

He returned it to the container, however, and only took the whiskey.

"C-can you leave my room, women? My friend, Declan, is here." The women's ayes turned to see him and softly left before they looked him over from head to toe.

He'd only been shaken for oblivion.

He had just received a strong blow to his arm from it before the three women could leave his friend's room.

"What the fuck! Luc?" But it struck him again with a powerful blow to his other arm.

"You beast! I thought you were still in England," Lucifer exclaimed, his lower body covered only by a white blanket.

At that point, he was just shaken.

"I just got an invitation for someone; he said he wanted to meet with me because he had something important to recommend."

"Oh, is that so?" Lucifer then picked up the dress on the floor and gave it a goofy smile.

"Come! I'll show you something," he said, abandoning his obedience and simply following his friend.

Tanner, Lucifer's twin, was born in a long hallway between rooms at that time.

When he saw that he seemed to be just as good in a fierce fight, he smiled. Sex.

"Asshole, you came home from England!" Tanner greeted him and immediately put his arm around his shoulder; he could still smell the pungent that he couldn't name on his body, and then two women who had just taken a shower came out of Tanner's room.

"Declan!"

"Oh my God!" exclaimed the women, who burst out laughing when they saw him.

Then he hears Tanner's rage.

"I'm having sex with you guys, but Declan is the one you're paying attention to, leave my cabin now!" The two women just laughed before stepping on their feet to get stuck, but they were still staring at him.

"Damn! Those women irritate me," Tanner said as he walked alongside him and Lucifer.

Many women's eyes are drawn to the three of them as they emerge from Lucifer's exclusive room.

Full of desires and, most importantly, lust!

They went to the noisy disco bar together, and a few other women simply caressed his arm while he smiled at them.

"Even if you haven't been back here in a long time, women don't lose their affliction to you," Lucifer said, waving at the few women who were planning to join them at their table.

"He's wild in bed, Luc, so it's no surprise that so many women want to be with Declan." Tanner, on the other hand, is now sipping a very strong drink while approaching him.

"In any case, have you moved on yet because—"

"I don't want to talk to her, please!" He swallowed the drink he was holding, causing his throat to become sour.

"You should at least talk to your past, Dec., because we both know she's the reason you're an exclusive member here at Muchàs Gràcias," he said, lowering the glass containing the drink and leaning back on the couch as his eyes narrowed.

Tanner is correct. His ex-girlfriend is to blame for his appearance. He adored Phoebe, but because she was a famous model, she chose to end their relationship in order to concentrate on her modeling career.

That would have been fine with him, but when he saw the girl with another man on Phoebe's apartment, he appeared to pour ice water on his body.

Because he was surprised, he couldn't even speak before. But, to make matters worse, Phoebe informed him that she was only after his money, and he began to lose his mind.

That's why she always requests large sums of money, knowing that Phoebe will only give it to the man she truly loves.

And, despite the fact that his company was failing, he chose to give it a large sum of money because he had no knowledge of its relationships with others.

Until now, it had been on his mind that all women should not be worshiped, that they should not be loved, because he would eventually hurt them.

That is why he is known as 'Declan the panty ripper,' because he simply drives away the women with whom he has slept and does not give them a second chance in case they pursue him.

Declan is unconcerned! And he doesn't mind if they cry when they get home.

Breaking virginities and breaking a woman's heart brings him great joy, and it is one of his proudest achievements when a woman openly has sex with him.

In this way, he appears to have recovered from his ex-betrayal. girlfriend's

He eventually sighed.

"The depth of that ah! Sure, it's thinking about his past again," Lucifer says as he wakes him up.

Tanner immediately wrapped his arm around him. Declan's love life is already known to the twins, as he hasn't kept anything from them since the beginning.

He also met the twins while still in college, and they have remained close friends since then.

He also witnessed their erection in today's most popular Muchàs Gràcias, where your desire to have sex can come true whenever and however much you want.

"There are many women out there, Dec., who I know will love you—"

"I don't believe in fucking in love again, Tan," he said darkly to Tanner, who just shrugged.

He later heard a loud yell. He shifted his gaze to the stage, where a woman in a mask was performing... And maybe he was now completely inebriated because he could see in her eyes that she was just staring at him from afar.

"Oh damn! That woman is a hottie!" Tanner stood up and clapped while looking ahead on stage.

The woman on stage climbed the pole and then slid down, causing the men who were also looking for body heat to scream once more.

He admitted that the girl had a curvy body, but he refused to join the few men who were now competing to see who the woman would choose to release their body heat.

He averted his gaze from the stage, swallowed the contents, and then swallowed again before drinking again.

"Ah fuck! The lady is coming here... goodness!" Tanner said again, pitying his lips as he looked at the girl approaching their table.

Declan, on the other hand, was just sitting there because he had convinced himself that he was the girl at their table.

"Hello, gentlemen!" it greets them as she approaches their location, and Declan wishes he could call every demon in hell because of its seductive tone of voice.

Tanner and Lucifer have already begun to applaud, but he has not. He didn't take part in any of them.

His nervousness suddenly rose in his chest, which surprised him greatly.

The woman then turned to face him. Her voice is filled with desire and lust, but her eyes appear strange.

"Declan Heisenberg," it nodded once, causing his faces to align.

Declan wants to avoid a woman's gaze because he doesn't know why he's so nervous in his chest.

Shit! Declan is feeling this way for the first time at Muchàs Gràcias.

The woman then spoke once more. Putting down his silence.

"Come on, Mr. Heisenberg, let's have some sex."

Margaux had no idea why she was so desperate to turn off the now-noisy alarm clock on her bedside table.

She couldn't remember if she'd set the alarm or not, and it was only half past five o'clock in the morning.

Margaux squinted, reached for the bedside table, rang the alarm clock, and threw it somewhere.

"Aww, that was my morning coffee," she blurred, stMargauxartled by the voice that made her look down at her feet.

Then Margaux noticed her father. One of its brows is slightly raised and holding the.... What about an alarm clock?

If so,

Margaux turned over the item she had thrown away earlier and was even more surprised to find her father's favorite cup of coffee she had thrown against the now cracked wall.

She bit her lower lip and returned her attention to her father.

"What time did you get home last night?" her father inquired, and Margaux could tell by her father's tone that he was irritated.

Then she got out of bed and leaned back on the headrest, still wrapped in a blanket.

"Dad, this is not the day you will give me a speech; I told you, didn't I, that I have a job—"

"And what's your job then? For Pete's sake, Margaux, you're an oldie, but I still don't know what you do at night." Margaux closed her eyes due to the volume of her father's voice.

If she didn't stop it, their next-door neighbor would be horrified and is waken up as well.

When Margaux's father discovers that she has left the house late at night, he will always give her this responses.

"Don't repeat your college antics, Margaux; you're no longer a child, Declan has a life of his own—"

"Alright, daddy, stop!" She became agitated when she heard the man's name from her father.

When her father met her gaze, he smiled.

"Two years had past and you still remember what that kid did," her father said, making her even angrier.

Who wouldn't be irritated? Declan Heisenberg turned down her marriage proposal because her parents' business was failing that time. And the only thing to save their company is to be married by Declan Heisenberg.

She wasn't used to being rejected, or embarrassment, or the shape of that man's tongue.

Margaux was still in college at the time, and she recalls the antics to this day.

And he irritated her even more, and her proposal for the young man was grand, but stupid. Margaux was humiliated even further.

She even remembered what Declan had said to her.

"I will never like you; I only want to play with women's hearts."

"Are you ready to join my collection of girls?"

And that statement makes her feel extremely offended.

She is beautiful, with a curvy body, but what that man said is the reason she hasn't forgiven him.

Margaux isn't used to being humiliated or ignored, and she may be a fool if she dreams of murdering Declan Heisenberg when she falls asleep.

"Oh, where are you going again?" his father asked abruptly as he stood up.

"I'm going out to get some fresh air, dad!" Margux replied, but she received a twinkle in her father's eyes as a result.

"What you're saying is that you're going to do your job again—"

"I'm not, alright!" Because her racket had ended the night before. When she arrived home, she even smiled triumphantly.

"What's up with that smile? Margaux, if I find out you really did something wrong, I don't know what I can do to help you—"

"Dad, I told you, alright! There's nothing wrong with what I'm doing; in fact, we can both benefit from it," Margaux said, her father frowning.

"What do you mean?" She just gave her father a wide smile before speaking again.

"You will see daddy, you will see," her father said, letting out a loud sigh.

"If something bad happens to you, Margaux, I'm not sure what to do; you're the only memory your mother left me when she died, so please—"

"Daddy, are we going to do dramatic again?" Margaux hugged her father, knowing that tears would well up in his eyes at any moment.

She felt guilty all of a sudden.

"Nothing bad will happen to me, I assure you, and I believe your daughter is strong," Margaux reassured her father, who eventually hugged her.

Her father then bid her farewell before departing for their company in Batangas.

Margaux, on the other hand, found herself following the quiet path to her married friend's house.

Everly. This is also the person in whom she can place her hopes for the future.

And then she heard a car speeding up behind her. And if her calculation is correct, the outcome will be favorable to her.

Her pupils dilated with fear and trepidation. Margaux signed the cross because she has nothing to lose.

She placed her hands on her chest and prayed that she would not be tortured again if she died.

And that she will go straight to heaven rather than hell because her lovely body will suffer there.

Margaux closed her eyes as the car approached, biting her lip and bracing herself for a collision with the car's hood.

Suddenly, Margaux heard a violent braking and the cursing of a man who slammed the door of his car shut.

"Fuck, woman! Do you want to commit suicide?"

Margaux opened her eyes but couldn't see its face because his car's signal light was focused on her.

Then she heard him exhale.

"M-Margaux Anson?" Margaux asked, frowning. Did he know who she was?

Her beauty is literally very popular with a wide range of audiences because she is very beautiful.

Marguax just stood in the middle, but even after she lost sight of the glare from his car, she had trouble recognizing it.

Then, all of a sudden, Declan Heisenberg appeared in front of her. Her hands were clenched, and it was dark just looking at her.

Margaux suddenly remembered the past, a past that had remained fresh in her mind since that incident.

"Well, do you want to kill yourself?" It was aroused by her silence, and Margaux's rage was boiling over when it began walking towards her.

With his hands in his pockets, he was able to soften his authoritative demeanor.

But it didn't bother her.

Declan suddenly grabbed her arm, but she just held out his hands.

"Don't even think about touching me, Declan!"

"Oh, I'm sorry; I just think you need to be touched—"

"Fuck you, get the hell out of my sight!" It appeared on the stand as if someone had already planned what Margaux had said.

"Y-you, were you that woman at Muchàs Gràcias last night—"

"There you are!" But before she could take a step back, Declan quickly turned his body, trapping her in the young man's chest.

Then she heard his rapid heartbeat, only to discover that she had done the same.

"What are you talking about, D-Declan?"

"I see, she's not you; that woman still smells better than you," he said as he let her go.

He stepped back and just stared at her, his hands still in his pockets.

Then it smiled. Declan's smile alerted Margaux to the fact that he was about to launch another insult.

"You have the perfect body shape—" he looked down at her from head to toe. "—But you're still the same Margaux Anson I met a few years ago." It once winked at Margaux and turned away from her.

"You witch!" Before she could punch it in the back, the young man turned to face her, holding it in her raised right hand.

Margaux stumbled, only to realize Declan was holding her waist as a support so she wouldn't fall to the floor.

Then Declan spoke up.

"You're still not changing; you're still Margaux Anson chasing after my handsomeness."

"Fuck you, Declan!" Margaux yelled, violently withdrawing the hand he was holding, and she could hear its deafening laughter.

Margaux appears to be a fool who wants to be at the front, but Declan makes fun of her.

"It's good to see you again, Margaux. See you around," he said as he turned his back and slid himself into the car.

Margaux was enraged when Declan blew his horn, and she moved away from the pedestrian lane so that it would not run over her.

When the young man took his place, Declan immediately lowered the window car and caught his eyes focused solely on her bulging chest down to....

"Pervert!" she yelled angrily, her rage at the young man growing.

Declan, on the other hand, simply laughed.

"That's why I never fantasize about you, Margaux; yes, you're sexy, but that doesn't change the fact that you're a baby.... for me!" With that, he quickly pulled over the car and left her unable to print her face, and she felt annoyed with the young man for the nth time.

Margaux had her own hair pulled back, and even if she was just carrying a bazooka, the death of that Declan Heisenberg would almost certainly be announced on the radio tomorrow, and if she is embarrassed, it will seem like there is no end.

Declan Heisenberg is the source of her annoyance because it has managed to embarrass her in front of the majority even without the latter content.

"You're so good at killing, Declan! Urggh!"

She continued walking towards her friend Everly's house in order to end her agony over that idiot Declan.

It was only a few miles away from their home, so she simply walked there.

"M-Margaux!" exclaimed Everly's husband Damon. Margaux peered into the courtyard first, but the house was quiet.

Then she turned to it.

"If you're looking for Everly, she's still sleeping upstairs, so come on!"

"Oh no, Damon! It's okay—"

"She misses you too, so go to her upstairs," she just saw Everly's daughter carrying by Damon. The hair was frizzy, and the clothes were a little sloppy.

"D-Damon, would you mind if I take good care of baby, Derly?" Margaux could see in the young man's face that he lacked sleep, which was evidence of the eyebags that were already living under his eyes.

"Uh...no, it's okay, Margaux. All right, climb Everly upstairs. I'm pretty sure if she sees you, her earthly body will live again." Damon chuckles.

He stepped back to allow Margaux to enter the home.

"Are you certain, Dame, that you're fine?"

"I am not exhausted from caring for my daughter," Damon replied, smiling.

Margaux entered the house after nodding.

She took a few steps toward Damon and Everly's room.

Margaux also ran into a friend who was on the phone.

"Everly!" she screamed, drawing her friend's attention.

"Margaux!" Everly exclaimed even as she was saying good-by to the person on the phone who had called her.

"Who are you speaking with on the phone?"

"This is Declan, and I was wondering if you could help me find a secretary to replace the one he fired yesterday."

She had forgotten that her friend's cousin is the man she despises.

"Can you recommend a replacement for that man's secretary? Declan is still delicate, and I'm sure—"

"If you want, I can apply for his secretary." Eventually, her friend sighed, her head still tilted as she turned to Margaux slightly.

"Are you sure, Margaux?" she asked, but what she noticed in her friend was a strange look in her eyes.

"Of course, I'm pretty sure," she said, her mind racing with plans for vengeance against the young man.

Margaux laughed quietly. This was most likely the start of his retaliation.

Declan tilted his head as he felt the sweat drain from his body and immersed the woman's body, allowing her legs to rest on his shoulder.

Declan pushed deep and hard, relieved that he was about to reach the pinnacle of glory.

But he was so enraged that when he was about to leave, the woman left lying on his table and sat down to give him a blowjob.

But he was enraged, enraged because it was capable of removing the savor that he would have felt.

He moved himself in front of the girl, who had a shocked expression on her face as a result of what he had done.

"What's the matter, babe? Didn't you like what I did?"

The woman, who was now standing in front of his desk, inquired.

Declan shifted his gaze to the idiot woman.

"Unfortunately, Yes. You even pulled my happiness when I was about to cum," he yelled angrily as the only female employee in his company abruptly jumped.

He was aware that the woman harbored a secret desire for him, so he made the small request of the woman, who he believes will also enjoy him.

He straightened his sloppy business suit and tie before angrily turning on the female employee once more.

"Get out of my office now!" he yelled again as the woman struggled to leave.

Declan even noticed that the mini skirt she was wearing had not been adjusted, and just grabbed the shoes that were just sitting on his desk and exited in his office right away.

Declan was greeted by a deafening silence and considered speaking with Lucifer and Tanner in order to locate the woman who gave him a strange feeling the night he went to Muchàs Gràcias to release body heat.

That woman's identity has remained unknown to this day. In rage, he clenched his fists.

Even that woman turned him upside down and turned him into a complete puppet. Because of a woman, he turned his head once more.

When he reached for the phone, he discovered that his friend Lucifer had already dialed the number.

"Yoow bud, want some info with that woman again?" Lucifer, his friend, asked him at times, and after he immediately answered his call.

Then he heard Lucifer's exaggerated sighed.

"I'm sorry, bud. It's so dark in that room you were in, that it's difficult for our system hackers to zoom in on the woman's face because it's so dark in the whole place."

Fuck! He is now even more enraged.

He had no idea who that woman was, but he was certain she was a part of his relationship when he was still a college student.

In annoyance, he rubbed his brow. He was certain that he was still laughed at, by that woman because he appeared unhappy in front of her.

Declan's rage flared up again as he remembered what the woman had done to him in the exclusive Muchàs Gràcias room.

"Bud, are you still there? Hello, Declan Heisenberg?" When he heard Lucifer's voice calling his name, he returned to the present.

He abruptly shifted in his seat.

"I guess you were quiet there, Dec.? Don't worry, we'll find her and we'll know her identity as well," Lucifer said on the other end of the line, trying to calm him down.

But the question is, how long will he be willing to wait?

He hung up the phone as soon as he said his goodbyes, before hearing a knock. Declan isn't expecting any visitors right now, so he can't help but wonder who is behind the closed doors of his office.

"Come on in, it's just open anyway," he yelled, giving birth to Conrad, whom he had given the task of finding him a job as a secretary, except for his cousin Everly.

Before he attended to him, he noticed the steward holding a large brown folder in both hands.

"Sir, I just hired some professional secretaries who I'm sure will really meet your—" Conrad was about to finish his sentence when his phone rang.

He returned the cellphone to his desk, where he discovered that Everly was his cousin who was calling.

Declan hears a yelling tone of voice after swiping the answer button. He even moved his cellphone away from his ear because it hurt, particularly in his eardrums.

"Why are you yelling, woman?" Declan inquired, but a deafening scream from Everly and Damon's daughter pierced his ear once more.

Declan turned to Conrad for a moment, motioning with his right hand to lay down the brown folder he was carrying on his desk.

"E-ve! Hello, what's your problem there?" He could still hear the noise on the other line after the crash of something that appeared to have been thrown further into somewhere.

"Dame! Take Baby Derly away from me first, I'm still talking to Declan," his cousin, Everly said, and when Declan realized that no one was throwing anything a yell at him, he returned the cellphone to his ear that he had just removed away.

"Declan!" Everly said, her face clear in a tone that was a good opening for him.

"What is it, Eve? I've been listening to your gang fight over there," Declan says, smiling as he hears Everly laugh.

Everly was his father's side of a cousin, and the two were very close.

He also attended a prestigious university with her while they were still in college, and it was there that he met Margaux, who... Suddenly when Declan remembered the encounter they had with the girl earlier on the highway, Margaux became even more beautiful than before, and he could only say that because he really wanted to see the woman's face that it irritated her. With his savory mouth delicacies.

He was sorry for rejecting her back then. Margaux was so young at the time that he had no choice but to humiliate her in front of the crowd, even though he didn't want to.

Since then, the woman has grown estranged from him, and if their paths cross at the University, she immediately turns aside so that Margaux does not meet him along the hallway.

"D-Declan? Hey! What are you? I've been talking here before, but you seem to have reached another dimension." Declan cleared his throat, shifted in his seat, and maybe he'll just focus his attention on his cousin he's talking to now on the phone.

"What was it again?"

"Geez, Dec. Maybe I'll have a vein in my neck cut out because you're a stupid man."

Suddenly, he burst out laughing. Only Eve's unfiltered words have the power to make him laugh. Declan doesn't get bored when he's with his cousin.

"Please forgive me, Eve; I'm still working on something—"

"I don't believe you, Declan; perhaps that's another flavor of the month for you?" Declan is interrupted by Everly's gasp.

"Here's the thing," she said seriously, and he took it seriously as well.

"Are you looking for a secretary?" Uh-huh! Declan appears to know where this conversation is going.

"Yeah, I am, but Conrad discovered a—"

"That's all. I gave Conrad the BioNote and resume when I recommended your secretary, and please, Declan, be nice to her, okay?"

So it's a woman, isn't it?

He was about to respond to Everly when the door to his office unexpectedly opened, drawing his attention there.

Declan's attention had shifted away from his cousin, who was still speaking on the other end of the phone.

And he had just seen a goddess-like woman entering in his office while wearing a seductive pencil cut and shoulder lace tube top tanks.

Declan shook his head and gulped. Why does he start praising the woman all of a sudden?

"M-Margaux A-Anson!" he reprimanded himself in private. Murmuring in front of it wasn't enough for him.

Maragaux then grinned.

"I am, and I have come to personally have an interview with you, Mr. Declan Heisenberg," the woman said, and he caught himself pitying his lips while staring at the girl.

Then she took a step closer, paying close attention to the rest of his office. After a while, he realized that his gaze was drawn to its seductive breasts.

The girl looked down and saw him just staring at it. Oh fuck!

He quickly averted his gaze, and both of his ears became hot.

In that case, he knew there was only one thing he needed to do to relieve the body heat.

Muchàs Gràcias!

"Well, are you officially interested in the offer, sir?" The woman asked, and Declan bit his lip due to Margaux's formality on him.

Declan, on the other hand, is a fake who has been humiliated. He took the brown folder Conrad had placed on the table and arranged it, despite the fact that there was no problem with it.

When he heard its seductive laughter, he looked up. Margaux walked up to his desk, reached for a chair, and sat openly in front of it.

Declan's mind was in space when Margaux Anson did that in front of him.

"I... uh!" shit! fuck! Why did he start stuttering all of a sudden?

Was she attempting to cast a spell on him? Why has he changed his appearance so dramatically?

He abruptly returned his gaze to the girl, one of her brows raised as if irritated, but Margaux smiled as soon as he turned around.

Then he coughed.

"Y-you can, uhmm, do the interview portion at Conrad's office; he's the one I assigned to assist all personnel in this type of matter—"

"How's that, Mr. Declan? I'd like you to do the interview personally with me," he was cut off from saying what he could.

Declan then swallowed. Only to be confronted with Margaux's proud breasts once more... pinning itself to his table's edge

He stood up a while later. He, too, was taken aback by what he did out of the blue, but he would never sit in his swivel chair again. Not until Margaux Anson appears in front of his sinner eyes.

"What's wrong, Mr. Heisenberg?" he asked as he turned to face the woman, biting his lower lip. Her eyes sparkled, as if she was looking forward to a wonderful day.

He, on the other hand, just wanted to take off his suit because he was getting hot, not realizing that his air conditioning system was fully functional.

Then he takes side steps.

"Go find Conrad in his room; I am sure he can really make the interview successful, Mar — Ms. Anson."

He notices the girl raise her brows slightly but smiles before she speaks.

"Are you sure you're literally fine, Mr. Declan Heisenberg?" When Maragaux stood up and prepared to approach him further, he simply announced the left palm in front of her, indicating Margaux not to come over.

Declan's body was so hot, and he was convinced that if Margaux made one more mistake, he would be able to do the thing he was certain Margaux would never like on his own.

"Mar, Ms. Anson, get out!"

"However,"

"Can't you hear what I'm saying? Get out, okay?"

Declan noticed the sudden change in her appearance and smiled briefly as he looked at the girl.

"I'm leaving then," she said, allowing him to breathe more easily.

Margaux gradually backed away from him, eventually turning her back on him and leaving his office.

Declan was left speechless by what had occurred.

What occurred some time ago?

Because he could still feel the heat of his body, he reached for the key to his Chevrolet car and left his office right away.

When he saw a few employees, his presence resembled a gunshot, and the employees were openly looking for work so that he could claim that they were doing something.

Declan shook his head.

Declan noticed that the door to Conrad's office was slightly ajar before he could finally approach the stairs down to the company's main entrance, so he simply hid the blocking band of the door.

Only to find Margaux Anson sitting comfortably and smiling broadly in front of Conrad, who had now begun the interview.

But then Margaux looked up, and the second time around, she caught him just staring at her, and Margaux waved her hands at him.

He truly curses all the demons in hell for the heinous act he committed just today.

Then Conrad turned his head to look at him. He stood up right away and gave him enough space to enter, but he only gestured with his hand to continue what Conrad was doing.

"I only came here to see if something worked out, and I guess my conclusion was correct." Smile at them and then turn away.

He simply tells himself why he looks stupid today.

Was it Margaux's Anson's presence that caused this? Or is he simply agitated because the girl is so close next to him?

As soon as he arrived at the parking lot, he jumped into his car. He intends to expel the heat he is currently experiencing.

The latter part involves going to Muchàs Gràcias to relieve the tension on his body heat.

Declan drove his car to the resort that would provide him with non-explicit pleasure, despite his tired face.