Professor in Daylight, s*x Freak in Nighttime

"Boss, wake up! You’re going to miss the project presentation, Rosa Everly!" Rosa snapped her eyes open at Sebastian’s frantic voice, springing upright from the narrow sofa bed in the breakroom. "What’s going on? What time is it?" She grabbed her phone from the bedside, only to find that the charging cable had been yanked out—her phone was completely dead, now just a useless brick. "It’s 9:55, Boss! The investors are already seated in the conference room. You have to get there in five minutes!" "It’s fine, we’re good. At least we prepared all the materials yesterday," Rosa said, already darting into the tiny restroom of the breakroom, brushing through her hair with lightning speed. But Sebastian’s expression darkened. "The materials are gone, Boss. We left them on the conference room table yesterday, but when I checked this morning—they’re all gone." Rosa froze, her hand still poised over her hairbrush, staring at Sebastian in disbelief through the mirror. Sebastian continued urgently, "And the door to the breakroom—it’s been locked from the outside! If I hadn’t stubbornly tried to open it and checked, you might’ve slept through the entire presentation... Boss, this is no coincidence!" He was right. The unplugged charger, the locked door, the missing project materials... each one was a calculated move, targeting Rosa. But who would do this? This company belonged to Rosa and her husband, Joel. It was their own business. Joel handled the commercial side of things, while Rosa led the project operations—she was the real boss. Who could possibly plot against her in her own territory? A chilling suspicion crept into Rosa’s mind. Grinding her teeth, she rushed out the door. At exactly 9:59 AM, she reached the door to the conference room. Just as she was about to barge in, her husband, Joel, blocked her way. “Let go of me, Joel!” “It’s too late, Rosa.” “Get out of my way!” In the scuffle, Rosa’s eyes widened as she saw Kayla White—Joel’s well-known mistress—gracefully walk up to the projector screen with a wide smile and introduce herself. “Hello everyone, I’m today’s presenter and the project lead, Kayla…” Liar! This was her project! She was the one who should have been presenting! That shameless woman, Kayla, had even stolen her slides and only changed the name! “Bastard!” Rosa couldn’t hold back her fury and yelled, but Joel forcefully covered her mouth. Sebastian rushed in to help, but one of the bodyguards quickly subdued him. The other bodyguard, looking tense, shut the conference room door, completely cutting Rosa off from the presentation. Smack! Joel dragged Rosa to the stairwell and finally released her. The moment she was free, she didn’t hesitate to slap him across the face. “Joel Sterling!” she shouted, trembling with rage, her eyes bloodshot, “How dare you let your mistress take over my project! This project is my blood, sweat, and tears—it’s my career, my pride!” Joel touched his sore cheek, too guilty to get angry. Instead, he adopted a calm, rational tone, trying to soothe her. “Calm down, Rosa. The presentation has already started. If you interrupt Kayla now, the investors will question the stability of our company. For the sake of the project, please… bear with it.” “Bear with it? I’ve had enough!” Rosa stared at him, her eyes wide with disbelief. Her voice exploded, “I’ve put up with your blatant affair, I’ve even accepted that b***h as your secretary in my company!” “Now—NOW—you let that slut steal my hard work and take my place as the project lead, presenting at the seminar, and you want me to just accept it? No! I won’t take it anymore!” “And what are you going to do about it?” Joel shrugged, shamelessly laughing. “The bodyguards are right outside. Whether you like it or not, you won’t be making it to the seminar.” “Rosa,” he said, getting closer, his voice low and disgusting, “I admit, I messed up. But I’ll make it up to you. You’ve always wanted a child with our blood, right? Now that you’re no longer in charge of the project, I can take you on a vacation to the islands. You can relax until you get pregnant, and then we’ll come back…” Before he could finish, Rosa slapped him again, harder than ever. “Shut up! You call that compensation? Getting me pregnant? Have you lost your mind?!” Joel’s expression turned cold as he grabbed Rosa’s wrist, sneering. “Don’t get carried away, Rosa. What’s with the high horse act? What, you want to pretend you’re all virtuous in front of me?” “You’re the one who chased me for years, insisted on marrying me! You’re the one who acted like a slut, doing everything you could to seduce me, wanting to have a child with me, wanting a complete family! You’re nothing but a worthless woman! You did all of that just hoping I’d throw you a little bit of love, didn’t you?” Rosa met Joel’s gaze, realizing he was dead serious. Her anger turned into a bitter laugh. So, her brave pursuit during her youth, her restrained efforts after marriage, the silent suffering after his affair… all of it had just turned into proof of her worthlessness in his eyes. Begging for his love? Who the hell cared about that! “You want to know what I want?” Rosa’s voice was calm now, no longer shouting. She looked Joel in the eye and said, “I want a divorce.” Joel froze for a moment, unable to comprehend that Rosa was the one who had initiated the divorce. Then, he scoffed, arrogance dripping from his words. “Of course, you can. As long as you’re willing to give up.” “Fine,” Rosa said, her voice steady. “This afternoon, my lawyer will bring the divorce papers to you.” She wrenched her arm free from Joel’s grip, turned, and swiftly made her way down the stairs, out of the house. Joel stood there, staring after her in a daze. After a long pause, he muttered to himself, “No, she’s just bluffing.” But Rosa was clearly not bluffing. That afternoon, with the eyes of the entire company on her, Rosa’s divorce lawyer walked into Joel’s office. The lawyer was sharp and professional, and after two hours of discussion, he managed to convince Joel—his face dark with frustration—to agree to the divorce settlement. “Where’s Rosa? She didn’t even bother to show her face?” Joel couldn’t help but ask before signing the papers. The lawyer smiled politely. “Ms. Everly trusts me completely. She’s authorized me to handle everything on her behalf.” The audacity of that woman! To actually go through with the divorce, not giving him a single chance to plead or make amends! Joel gripped the pen tightly, signing his name with a cold sneer. ‘So she’s too afraid to come here, huh? Too scared she’ll change her mind when she sees me?’ That woman had loved him so deeply. She was probably crying her heart out for this failed marriage right now. Meanwhile, Rosa walked into the city’s hottest nightclub. She looked stunning, her makeup perfect, eyes sparkling—no one would ever guess she’d worked late into the night the day before or that she’d just finalized her divorce that afternoon. She ordered herself a strong drink. Through the hazy buzz of alcohol, she spotted a handsome man who looked like a male escort. She flashed him a seductive look, and as he approached, she kissed him. The man paused for a moment, surprise flickering in his eyes, before his lips curled into a grin and he returned the kiss with enthusiasm. “Upstairs with me?” he asked in a low, sultry voice after they broke apart. The kiss had left Rosa dizzy. She wrapped her arms around his neck, surrendering her weight to him as she softly breathed, “Carry me upstairs.” Half an hour later, in the dimly lit hotel room. Rosa tilted her head back, her cheeks flushed, her legs tightly wrapped around the man’s waist, guiding his every movement. Just the slightest tightening of her legs made him lose control, slamming into her with a desperation that felt like he wanted to break her apart with every thrust. Each of his movements was a testament to Rosa’s overwhelming allure, and for the first time, she received the kind of passionate response she’d never experienced before. Her eyes half-closed in a daze, Rosa found herself wondering, ‘Why did I tolerate Joel for so long? How could I give up a whole forest for a single tree that was already rotten inside?’ "You’re distracted," the man’s deep, magnetic voice whispered in her ear. Then, as if driven by jealousy or punishment, his assault became fiercer, as though he were determined to push every lingering thought out of her mind—everything that had nothing to do with this intimate moment. "Ah..." Rosa moaned as the overwhelming pleasure clouded her senses. This man—his looks and intensity were perfect. It was just his dominance that could be a little too much... As she neared her climax, she thought, ‘Next time, I’ll show him how to truly please me...’ Then, she dreamed of her father’s funeral. As a young girl, Rosa stood straight-backed in front of her father’s coffin, dressed in black, holding her weeping mother up, trying to be her pillar of strength. Surrounded by family, their faces were all so familiar, yet their expressions—greedy, calculating—were strangers to her. Her late father had left behind a vast fortune, and the relatives who had once doted on her, those who had benefited from her father’s kindness, now turned into vultures, circling, ready to feast on her family’s wealth. They cursed and insulted her and her mother, trying to drive them to their deaths in order to seize everything. But Rosa didn’t break. She withstood the pressure from every direction, carrying the weight of her family on her shoulders, keeping her father’s company alive. Those same relatives who had once turned against her, after their defeat, wore masks of guilt and attempted to appease her, only for her to exact her revenge, making them all pay the price. Then, she married Joel. They invested money together to build a company, treating the company’s projects like their children. And yet… Rosa’s fist clenched tightly in her sleep. That man and his mistress had destroyed her marriage and stolen her projects… She would make them pay. She would never forgive them. The next afternoon, Rosa was jolted awake by the abrupt sound of her phone ringing. Groggily, she propped herself up on her elbows, reaching for the phone on the nightstand. But the moment she stirred, the man beside her immediately wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her tightly against him, like a dragon guarding its treasure. Rosa pushed against his arm, feeling the firm muscle beneath her touch. Her gaze swept across the room, taking in the disarray of the couch and the floor. Last night, this same strong arm had held her hips, lifting her from the sofa, their passion taking them to the floor, then from the floor to the bed. She smiled, resting her hand on his, tracing the lines of his fingers. His hands were as deft as a magician’s—wherever they touched, her skin tingled with an electric, thrilling sensation. The phone continued to ring. With a sigh, Rosa answered it. "What is it?" Her voice was slightly hoarse, her eyes drifting toward the man beside her. He was still asleep, his face half-buried in the pillow, leaving only his sharp brows and strong nose visible. Handsome, skilled, physically perfect... Rosa was quite pleased with this man. She briefly considered whether she should keep him on as her... personal companion. Before she could decide, she heard the bad news brought by her assistant, Sebastian. "Boss, Mr. Sterling says there’s a problem at the company. He’s waiting for you at home," Sebastian said carefully. "I know you two divorced yesterday, but this is still a business matter..." "I know. I'll see him," Rosa replied with a cold laugh. Her family still had shared interests with Joel's, and she'd go see the bastard. She ended the call, then slid out of bed and walked into the bathroom. The mirror reflected her image—radiant, graceful, with the marks of passion on her skin like badges of allure. When she stepped out, drying her hair, the man was awake. He wore only a towel around his waist, his back to her as he smoked by the window. His broad shoulders, narrow waist, and perfect V-shaped torso made him look like a lion leisurely surveying his territory after a full meal. For a brief moment, Rosa wondered how a man with such presence ended up working in a nightclub. But the thought quickly faded. Phenara City’s most exclusive nightclub, Neon Mirage, was known for matching its clients with the perfect companions. She called out to him. "Your name's Samuel, right?" He didn’t answer, still facing away from her. Rosa, in a hurry to leave, didn't care about his rudeness. "I was very pleased last night," she said, her lips curling into a faint smile. "Five stars for the service." She signed a check and placed it on the nightstand. "Also, next time, no smoking in front of me." With that, she turned and walked out of the room. It wasn’t until the sound of the door closing that the man finally turned around. He picked up the check and flicked it lightly, the five zeros on the paper dancing in the light. A small smirk curled at his lips. "Next time?" As Rosa left, a well-dressed man knocked and entered the room. "Mr. Madox, Thomas insists on throwing a grand banquet to celebrate your return home, with all the prominent people invited." The face hardened, and he ordered, "I have some personal matters to handle. Postpone the banquet for now." His gaze shifted back to the check on the nightstand, and a sly smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. ‘Rosa, next time we meet, you won’t get my name wrong, will you?’