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The first time I talked to Orlando Bennett on the phone, I was incredibly nervous.
I stumbled over my words, unable to organize my thoughts.
He seemed busy; there was a lot of noise on his end.
He briefly said, "Got something to discuss? Come to my office."
Then he hung up.
I held the phone and let out a long breath, unsure if I felt more nervous or a bit relieved.
I took a cab to Prosperity Group and stammered to the receptionist, "I-I'm here to see Mr. Bennett."
"Are you Paisley Wilson?"
"Yes."
"Take the elevator to the sixteenth floor, turn left, and you'll find the CEO's office." The receptionist handed me an elevator card, and I thanked her before walking into the Prosperity Group building.
I had known Orlando Bennett for eight months, but this was my first time visiting his company.
In fact, it was two months after we slept together that I found out he was a big shot.
His secretary was waiting for me at the elevator. I had seen her a few times before.
In the past few months, Orlando and I met at hotels, and his secretary personally delivered the room key to me.
After the paparazzi caught us a few times, he started inviting me to his house.
The secretary opened the door to the CEO's office and pointed inside. "Miss Wilson, would you like some tea?" she asked.
I shook my head. "No, thank you."
"President Bennett is in a meeting. It should take about half an hour."
"Thanks." I walked into the office, where sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making the space bright and spacious, almost like another world.
I sat down on the sofa, feeling anxious as I waited.
Even though I had known Orlando Bennett for so long, I had never seen him twice in one month, let alone twice in one day. I had just seen him this morning.
The ticking clock on the wall was loud, and I counted every second as it passed.
It felt like each second was a measure of Killian's dwindling life, bringing him closer to danger with every tick.
Suddenly, the door clicked open, and I immediately stood up, looking toward the entrance.
Orlando Bennett walked in, loosening his tie as he moved further inside.
He paused slightly when he saw me, probably having forgotten that I had come to see him at the office. He gently closed the door behind him, standing in the center of the office with his hands at his sides, nodding at me.
It took me a moment to react, and then I quickly ran over to help him with his tie.
Just as I was about to pull the tie off, his hand settled on my lower back.
Orlando Bennett had a habit of biting.
Every time we were intimate, he would gently nibble on my earlobes, my neck, my collarbone, and even...
I had never tried it in an office before. He had me pinned against the desk, and I could feel a stapler digging painfully into my back.
But I didn't dare struggle. Instead, I had to put on a face of enjoyment, actively responding to him.
I knew that only by making him happy could I bring up my outrageous demands.
And I couldn't close my eyes. I had to keep them wide open, staring at him.
Because Orlando Bennett didn't like it when I closed my eyes.
At this moment, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the not-fully-drawn curtains, casting a bright patch on his forehead.
The light was mottled, like the shadow of a butterfly.
I couldn't understand why such a wealthy and handsome man, who was never short of excellent women around him—movie stars, powerful women, artists, even President Ziegler's daughter—would have a place for an unknown girl like me by his side.
Suddenly, a sharp pain made me frown, and I locked eyes with him again.
He seemed dissatisfied and muttered, "Focus."
"Sorry..." My apology was drowned out by his more forceful movements.
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