Restless Heart

He watched her dazed eyes, imagining her as another woman, fueling his excitement even more.

The New York City Department of Buildings welcomed a new deputy commissioner, a young and talented individual who captivated a group of unmarried female white-collar workers with his handsome appearance. Gary Evans, recommended by the mayor, drew admiration not only for his good looks but also for discussions about his background and connections. As Gary was transferred from Washington, D.C., and was someone the mayor cared about, people couldn't help but wonder if there were any officials with the surname Evans in Washington.

Gary's colleagues threw a party for him at a famous Japanese restaurant where fresh bluefin tuna was flown in, but unfortunately, Gary wasn't fond of raw food. He picked up a few bites with silver chopsticks but soon set them down. Instead, he engaged in conversation with his new colleagues while sipping Japanese sake. The party quickly came to an end, and Gary hopped into a car with a male colleague he had been chatting with, preparing to head home.

"Gary, where do you live?" the colleague asked.

"In the Avenue," Gary replied.

The colleague was surprised. "That's a very nice apartment!"

Gary chuckled. "It's a friend's place. He didn’t live there, so I rent it."

The colleague didn't press further, and the car fell silent. Gary gazed out the window at the bustling streets and bright lights of New York City, feeling tired. He pressed his temple with his hand, and then the colleague in front struck up a conversation with him.

"Are you from New York?"

"No," Gary turned his head. "I'm from Washington, D.C."

As soon as Gary returned to his apartment, his phone rang. Answering it, he heard a crisp and clear female voice—his girlfriend, Cecilia. "Darling, Dad agreed to let me work in your area. Isn't that great? Now we can be together again."

Gary leaned against the doorframe, listening to the soft voice on the phone with waning enthusiasm, absentmindedly unbuttoning his shirt. Despite trying for a long time, he couldn't undo a single button.

"Darling, do you miss me since you went to New York?" Cecilia asked.

Gary adjusted his collar. "What do you think?"

Hearing the satisfactory answer on the other end of the phone, she chuckled foolishly.

Before bed, Gary poured himself a glass of milk. The night was as quiet as water, and suddenly, he missed a woman—confident and beautiful, her laughter making the world brighter. But that woman must have been from a long, long time ago.

Julia was Cecilia's nominal sister. At that time, her boyfriend was August, and although she was spoken for, there were still many boys eagerly waiting to take August's place, such as Gary...

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Just as the new official took office, many people intending to build relationships with him invited him to dinner. After a few days, Gary felt somewhat exhausted from dealing with them. In fact, his condition hadn't been very good in recent years, and he often felt weary and fatigued in dealing with people and matters.

In the afternoon, Gary was called by his superior to discuss several real estate development projects in the city center. As the end of the workday approached, Gary packed up his things and left the administrative building, driving to the airport.

In the evening, there was supposed to be a meeting about the investors in the recent New York City A-line subway project, but Gary decided to take a last-minute leave.

"I have a friend coming over, and she's not familiar with New York. I need to go pick her up."

"Is she your girlfriend?" his boss couldn't resist some gossip.

Gary didn't deny it. As he left, Mr. Goodman, Gary's superior, asked his secretary with some surprise, "Does Gary really have a girlfriend?"

If Mr. Goodman had any prejudices against Gary at the beginning, after a few days of interaction, whether in work assessments or discreet observations at social gatherings, Gary had left a good impression on him. He handled things properly and didn't put on airs. Previously biased because of Gary's background, Mr. Goodman now appreciated his composure and humility even more.

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Gary glanced at the traffic conditions, adjusted the direction, and as the car entered the main road, the phone on the passenger seat rang again. With one hand on the steering wheel, Gary answered the call.

"Just wait for about fifteen minutes, I'm already on my way," he said, his gaze forward. Compared to his formulaic tone during work, his voice was much softer and gentler.

At the airport, Cecilia complained to Gary about a flight attendant's bad attitude, holding her phone. After she finished, she pouted childishly, saying, "I'll curse her so that all the sodas she buys in the future will go flat."

Gary replied with a simple "Hmm" as he hung up the phone, coinciding with a red light at the intersection. He turned on the FM radio, and the city's voice was playing. A sweet female voice spoke tender words of love, but Gary didn't pay much attention to the content. However, the background music made him feel familiar. After a moment of thought, he realized it was an old song from the 80s, one that someone he knew used to love.

Returning to his senses, Gary stepped on the gas and drove onto the airport road.

After parking the car and holding the parking ticket, Cecilia hadn't arrived at the lobby yet when Gary's phone rang again. Gary pressed the answer button.

"Cici, I'm already here," he said.

Cecilia, sitting in the passenger seat, leaned her head out the window for a moment, then tilted her head to look at Gary. "Darling, I want to have a good dinner tonight."

Gary smirked slightly. "I won't disappoint you."

Cecilia leaned forward as if to hug Gary. "You're always the best to me, darling."

Gary furrowed his brows. "Don't move around; I need to focus on driving."

Cecilia stuck out her tongue and sat back obediently.

They had dinner at an authentic Italian restaurant. Gary didn't eat much due to his poor appetite, and Cecilia didn't eat much either because she was trying to lose weight. Despite ordering a table full of dishes, most of them remained untouched on the marble table.

After dinner, Gary accompanied Cecilia to buy some household items. When paying, she discreetly added a few boxes of condoms to the shopping basket. Gary glanced at the condoms in the basket with a calm expression, showing no reaction.

Back at the apartment, Gary let Cecilia sleep first while he went to the study to work. Outside, the night was deep, and because the window wasn't closed properly, the wind from the tall building made the documents on the desk rustle.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Cecilia, who had taken a shower, walked in with a cup of tea. She was wearing only a white shirt taken from Gary's wardrobe.

Gary stood up to take the cup from her. "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Cecilia shook her head and reached out to wrap her arms around his waist, her face turning red. "Gary, I miss you."

"Do you want me?" Gary asked, his tone still gentle.

Cecilia didn't answer; instead, she tiptoed to kiss Gary's neck. Gary gently pushed her away and then picked her up, carrying her to the next room.

The room was bathed in soft, dim light, casting gentle shadows that danced around the intertwined figures.

"You're such a slut," Gary's voice carried a hint of desire as he forcefully pinned Cecilia down onto the bed.

Cecilia's breath quickened, her body trembling under his control.

Gary began to ravage Cecilia's body, each thrust filled with boundless passion and desire. He roughly tore at her clothes, revealing her sultry figure. Cecilia's orgasms came crashing like waves, her screams filled with satisfaction and pleasure.

Gary relentlessly stimulated Cecilia's c**t, igniting even stronger sensations within her. One hand slipped into her mouth, making her lick and suck on it. He watched her dazed eyes, imagining her as another woman, fueling his excitement even more.

Finally, Gary released his seed into Cecilia's body, filling her with his warmth and desire.