Chapter 1: She's Back 

Heather Rynn, the president of the Warner Group, had been away on a business trip for five days. Rather unusually, he didn't take his assistant Prisley with him this time. 

Perhaps the span of those few days apart had amplified his yearning for her, as he stepped back into the office, he had her pinned against the wall, his lips crashing onto hers with a ferocity that was both startling and intoxicating.

Their bodies tangled together on the bed in a seemingly endless passion. Heather's kisses were a torrent, cascading down Prisley's body in a relentless stream, igniting a subtle current that coursed through her veins, leaving her breathless with desire.

With one swift thrust, he was fully inside her. He leaned into her, his voice a mere whisper against her ear, "Did you miss me?" His voice was a rich baritone, a seductive melody that seemed to vibrate through her, making her shiver in anticipation.

All she could manage was a vague sound, a soft whimper that was lost in the heated atmosphere.

A hint of a smile played on Heather's lips as he quickened his pace. Prisley felt a heat surge from within her, a current brought forth by Heather that threatened to set her on fire. Prisley let out soft moans of pleasure.

She gasped for breath, her eyes glazed over. Her delicate fingers traced the chiseled abs of Heather, arousing a desire that quickened his movements.

They were in the small cubicle of her office, she bit her lip, struggling to suppress the waves of ecstasy that washed over her from being heard.  

As Heather grew wilder, Prisley shivered uncontrollably, feeling as if she were on the verge of dissolving. The air around them was thick with desire. She lost herself in his passion.

"Why bite your lip? Let me hear your voice," Heather teased her and gaze playful.

"I don't... ah... want to be... ah ah... heard..." Prisley struggled to respond, her voice  barely a whisper.

"And? So what?" He shot back with a wicked grin, his actions growing bolder and more daring.

"Uh... uh uh...!"

Intense pleasure engulfed her, and Prisley bit down hard on her lip, letting out a muffled scream.

Her face and breasts flushed a vivid shade of red, a testament to her growing excitement. This added a layer of seduction to her already captivating allure.

Not allowing her a moment to articulate her thoughts, Heather, relentlessly drove her to the pinnacle of ecstasy.

Prisley collapsed on the bed, her mind clouded, her body exhausted.

"Heather, have you lost your mind?"

Heather said nothing, pulling her close for a deep kiss before turning to disappear into the bathroom.

Prisley lay on the bed, the echoes of their wild encounter still resounding within her. Something about Heather felt different today, though she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.

The sound of running water stopped and Heather emerged from the bathroom, a towel loosely wrapped around his waist. His physique, impressive in its perfection, reminded her of a sculpted statue.

His chiseled abs and V-shape shone faintly in the misty haze, and there was an undeniable aura of rugged masculinity about him. His ruggedly handsome face could rival any A-list celebrity.

It was for these reasons that when Heather had asked Prisley to be his secret lover four years ago, she had not refused. A man like Heather was a rare gem, coveted by countless women.

Four years ago, Prisley struggled in the final round of interviews, sitting nervously across from Heather, the CEO of the Warner Group.

With a confident yet gentle demeanor, he made her an offer that was as intriguing as it was lucrative - a five-year lover's contract.

As a fresh college graduate buried under a mountain of student loan and looming debts from her mother's medical bills, Prisley could hardly resist the lure of financial stability and the charismatic CEO.

Without hesitation, she signed on the dotted line.

As she read the fine print, she discovered the strange terms of the contract. She was to emulate the mannerisms and style of a certain woman, from her choice of clothing to her behavior and speech.

Only later did she learn that this woman was Filla, Heather's former girlfriend who had left him after a tragic car accident plunged him into a coma with little hope of recovery, and married a wealthy businessman abroad.

To everyone's surprise, Heather finally awoke from his months-long slumber. After a period of deep melancholy, he sought out Prisley and proposed the contract.

As Heather emerged from the bathroom, Prisley reached into the closet and pulled out a clean shirt for him. While helping him get dressed, she began to list the day's tasks in her professional tone.

"There's a meeting with David this afternoon," she said softly, handing him his tie.

"While you were gone, some contracts and documents piled up. I've sorted them based on priority."

"The meeting with Mr. Redford has been rescheduled for the day after tomorrow," she continued, buttoning up his shirt.

"And I've noticed some problems at the branch office. I'll give you a full report later."

She transformed from a sweet kitten on the bed into a capable executive assistant.

There was softness in Heather's eyes as he pulled Prisley into him, his kisses trailing from her earlobe to her collarbone, gradually moving south.

"Prisley, you always know how to lighten my load," he said, his voice deep and husky.

Prisley's breath caught, and she playfully pushed him away.

"Mr. Rynn, it's time for work. We have a busy afternoon ahead."

Heather sealed his response with a firm kiss on her lips before finally breaking away.

Prisley watched Heather's retreating figure, a small smile playing on her lips.

For the past four years, they had shared many sweet moments in this cubicle of her office.

Prisley was well aware that she was just a substitute, a physical necessity for Heather.  He didn't truly love her; he only loved the way their bodies synchronized in bed.

Heather wouldn't even make love to her in his own office.

At this thought, a wave of melancholy always washed over Prisley. She shrugged it off and told herself, "It's fine, as long as I'm getting paid. Besides, he's perfect in bed. If he were any other man, I'd even pay him."

With one year left on their contract, she couldn't help but feel a tinge of regret. Would Heather renew her contract?  

She found it hard to let go of such an exceptional man.

Prisley, impeccably dressed, walked into the office area. Her high heels clicked on the floor, her tailored executive suit hugged her figure perfectly, her long hair neatly twisted into a bun. She was the epitome of professional and efficient.

The secretaries in the office weren't as busy as usual, a group of young women huddled around a computer screen, whispering fervently.

"Can't believe we got a glimpse of the boss's personal life."

"An unattainable beauty!"

"Do you guys think this Filla looks a lot like our Prisley?"

"They do resemble each other, but Prisley is prettier, and she's so capable. Filla, on the other hand, looks cunning and opportunistic."

"They call her the goddess of the investment industry? I don't buy it."

"Not working during office hours, what's so interesting?" Prisley joked as she approached the group. The girls fell silent, returning to their desks.

Prisley glanced at the computer screen, spotting a blurry image that she instantly recognized as Heather.

In the photo, Heather and a woman were holding wine glasses, lookiing deeply into each other's eyes.

A sharp pain pierced Prisley's eyes as she read the headline below the photo:

Warner Group's CEO Spotted with Mysterious Woman.

The Investment Industry's Goddess Filla Comes to Town...

She's back...