Power Plays With My Love

Until today, Vivian Mitchell never would have imagined having steamy s*x in a car with a man she had only met twice! What had led to this? The rainy night? The alcohol? Or perhaps the jealousy of those old bastards? It all started when she moved to Eiffel City. Her hometown was Fulton City, where her father owned a large business. She grew up in luxury. Before she turned eighteen, the biggest problem she faced was deciding whether to wear a red dress or a blue dress for a date. When her father's company suddenly went bankrupt, her life was turned upside down overnight. She went from a wealthy heiress to a destitute student. Facing challenges a thousand times more difficult than choosing a dress, she had to shoulder the responsibilities of taking care of her mother, Caroline, and repaying her father's debts. She couldn't even recall how she survived those tough days, only that she woke up each morning to the banging of debt collectors at the door and fell asleep each night in fear of them, living this way until graduation. Eager to earn money, she threw herself into her career, working tirelessly to climb the corporate ladder, aiming to pay off the debts quickly and give Caroline a comfortable life. Finally, a month ago, she secured a position as a project manager at the Prosperity Holdings headquarters in Eiffel City, with a very attractive salary to match. Bidding farewell to her hometown and Caroline, she moved to Eiffel City alone. Coincidentally, her first love, who graduated from the same university, also worked in this city. A double success in both career and love... right? Ha... if only things were that smooth. In reality, shortly after moving to Eiffel City, her beloved first love prepared a "gift" for her. It was his birthday, and she had planned to surprise him with a cake at his apartment. But when she opened the door, she found him naked, entangled with another woman. The woman looked at her provocatively, and Mr. Boyfriend was at a loss for words. Vivian only felt disgusted by them. Instead of raging or breaking down in tears, she calmly turned on her heel, cake in hand, and announced the breakup to the cheating scumbag. Love was a disappointment, but her career flourished. After that, she devoted all her energy to work, achieving remarkable success by securing a major project with the Spencer Group for Prosperity Holdings. For her, this sense of accomplishment was far more satisfying than any romantic relationship. But this impressive achievement also attracted trouble. Her excellence made some of the old folks at the company feel threatened. Instead of being happy for her success, they saw her as an enemy and were eager to bring her down. At the celebration party thrown for her, these old bastards, with hypocritical smiles, plied her with drinks, hoping to see her make a fool of herself while drunk. Some even stooped so low as to drug her drink. She had always despised such underhanded tactics in the workplace, but this incident made her realize that the workplace was a battlefield. She might not have ill intentions toward others, but she must always guard against them. When the drug began to take effect, she endured the discomfort, determined to get home as soon as possible to avoid any further damage. Unexpectedly, as she left the hotel, she stumbled into a tall, muscular man. The next thing she knew, she was in his arms. The man spoke in a deep voice, "Wanna have some fun?" Overcome by desire, Vivian responded, "Sure." He casually brushed his hand down her back, saying, "Just remember... you consented to this." His other hand gripped her hips, pulling her into his lap, and he kissed her neck hungrily. The heavy rain blurred the car windows, making it impossible to see through them, but the quick rocking of the car made it obvious to any passerby that a pair of lovers couldn't contain their passion inside. Inside the car, Vivian, held tightly by her slender waist, kissed his neck desperately. The man tilted his head back, his narrow eyes half-closed, his Adam's apple moving with each kiss from Vivian. She knew this man. His name was Adrian Spencer, the youngest son of the wealthy Spencer family in Eiffel City. Handsome, tall, and already the head of the family business at a young age. The major project she had secured for Prosperity Holdings was with his company, making him her client. She had never heard any scandal about him, yet here he was, surprisingly adept at handling women. The rain outside intensified, and the movements inside the car became more frantic. After a long time, Vivian, overwhelmed with desire, bit down hard on Adrian's shoulder. Adrian hissed in pain, his long fingers gripping the back of her neck, lifting her slightly like a kitten. "Oh, fuck... Ease up a bit." Vivian didn't respond, trembling with him as they reached the peak together. As the rain stopped, so did their steamy session. Vivian, her body limp, her red dress in disarray, lay against his neck, panting softly. Adrian's shirt was unbuttoned, letting her breath hotly against his ear, teasing both his earlobe and his heart. He closed his eyes, savoring the lingering intimacy. A few minutes later, Vivian lifted her head, reaching for her high heels that had fallen in the gap. Adrian's gaze lingered on her slender waist. A faint smile played on his lips. "Drank something you shouldn't have at the celebration?" Vivian didn't reply immediately. After a long pause, she coolly said, "Thanks." Adrian raised an eyebrow, chuckling lightly. "Thanks?" Sleeping with him warranted just a thanks? How... infuriating. Vivian pretended not to notice the change in his expression and flashed a polite, businesslike smile. "Thanks, and I'll treat you to dinner sometime." Dinner? It was as if what had just happened was nothing more than a routine business transaction. Without waiting for his response, she opened the car door and stepped out in her high heels. Her seemingly calm and decisive exit was betrayed by her almost stumbling steps, which revealed her inner turmoil. Adrian had been too rough, and it had gone on for too long. Her body had yet to recover. Adrian watched her stubborn, fragile figure disappear into the distance, his thoughts drifting far away with her. His expression gradually hardened, and he muttered to her retreating back, "You were the one who started this... Vivian."