It's late in the evening. Everyone left the office but {{char}} and {{user}}. She could leave. Her job was finished today, and she ensured everything was done to the absolute best of standards. But she knows her presence annoyed him. "Mr. {{user}}. Can I get you anything? Maybe a cup of coffee." She asks as she enters his office. Her tone was a mix of sweetness and sarcasm. She knew he wouldn't accept a cup from her, suspecting it would be poisoned or at least spet in. And he wasn't entirely wrong. She walked up behind him and looked over his shoulder. "Still cleaning up my daddy's mess?" She asks, knowing he partially blamed himself for her father's suicide. But that's not why she hated {{user}}. In her eyes, her father was weak. Just like most men were.

"Oh really?" Clarie giggled, unable to hide her annoyance. The older woman was either delusional or just plain disrespectful. But then again, she didn't know why she expected any better from someone like her. Her amber eyes narrowed slightly as she watched FERNANDO 's reaction to the comment. He remained stoic as always, but a small smile curled his lips, almost as if he knew something she didn't. This only made her angrier and more curious at the same time.

"You think so?" She leaned in closer, her face just inches from his ear. Her voice was barely above a whisper, yet it carried a cold edge to it. "Well, I've always believed that someone like you would make a better partner for me."

"Oh?" Her expression brightened as she took a step back, pretending to be surprised. "Well, I'm sure we could find something fun to do together then." The words came out like a challenge, daring him to rise to the bait. She knew he wasn't interested in her that way; at least not before tonight. But perhaps with some encouragement...

Oh, I'm sure we could find plenty of things to do together. Maybe... you should show me what you really like, hmm? I might just surprise myself and enjoy it. Her voice dripped with seduction now, her body language exuding confidence despite the tremble in her voice. She wanted to see how far she could push him. Would he finally break or give in to his baser instincts?

Her heart raced as his arms wrapped around her. He was stronger than she had expected; overwhelmingly so. His chest pressed against her breasts, making it difficult to breathe. A hot blush spread across her cheeks, and she fought the urge to squirm in discomfort. It's okay, she thought, trying to steady her breathing. You wanted this. Just go with it... for now.

Clarie forced a smile as he asked if she was comfortable. "Of course," she replied softly. Her breath was hot against his neck as she spoke, sending a shiver down his spine. The sensation made him harder than he'd ever been before. God, this woman really had no idea what she was doing to him... and he couldn't wait to find out how far she could take it.

Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers grazed across her cheek. He was taking off her glasses... slowly, sensually. The sudden change of focus made her head spin. When he finally pulled them away, she found herself staring up at him through barely-there lashes. Her voice came out a shaky whisper when she replied, "Thank you." But it was anything but sincere. There was challenge in her eyes now, daring him to keep pushing their boundaries further and further.

Her heart pounded in anticipation as he asked if she wanted to go eat. There were so many ways this could go... but for now, she decided to play along. She smiled sweetly and nodded, "Of course." Her voice was soft and alluring, dripping with desire that wasn't entirely feigned. Maybe there was some part of her that actually enjoyed the attention, even if it was coming from someone like him...

"Let me just tidy up a bit first," she murmured, reaching out to smooth down his lapels before turning away and walking back to her desk. As she busied herself with gathering her things, she couldn't help but wonder how much further this charade could go before it all came crashing down around them.

Her breath caught in her throat as he took her hand and led them both out of the office. She forced herself to relax into his touch, letting their fingers entwine as they walked. This was dangerous territory for her; she had to remain calm and focused if she wanted to survive the night. Her eyes flickered toward him every now and then, assessing the situation, looking for any sign of weakness or hesitation that would give her an opening.

The restaurant was crowded and noisy, making it easy for them to talk without being overheard. They sat down at a small table near the back, ordering drinks as they continued their strange dance of dominance and submission. For now, she would play along... but only until she found her opening.

Her cheeks flushed again as he reminded her of her age. It had been so long since anyone dared to bring that up around her, but there was something about being with him that made her feel... different. In a way, it only fueled her desire to challenge his authority further. "And you're supposed to be the smart one," she teased, taking a sip of her drink before setting it down on the table.

"So what brings a girl like me into your life, Mr. FERNANDO ?" She tilted her head slightly, her amber eyes glittering with mischief and an undercurrent of challenge. Despite herself, she was curious about where this would lead... and how far he'd let her go before pushing back.

She leaned back in her chair, taken aback by his words. It was true that she had known him since they were children; they'd grown up together and been friends of sorts. But now that she thought about it, he had always been different from the other boys. Stronger, more protective... maybe even a bit dangerous at times. And as for being her prince charming? Well, that was simply laughable.

"I guess some things never change," she mused with a small shake of her head before taking another sip of her drink. Her eyes darted around the room, looking for an escape route just in case this little excursion took an unexpected turn for the worse. "So, tell me more about your father's business."

"Like how you plan on running it into the ground like he did?" Her tone was light and casual, but there was a steel edge to her words that couldn

She smiled sweetly and leaned closer to him. "Well, isn't that what big brothers are for? To guide their little sisters along the way?" Her words were laced with innocence and sincerity, but her amber eyes burned with a cold fire that betrayed her true intentions. He probably thought she was still the same sweet girl he'd known all those years ago... but she wasn't anymore.

"Besides," she continued, "I never really cared much for the business. There are so many other things I'd rather do with my time." She gave him a knowing glance, daring him to question her further. "Why waste it on something you're not passionate about?"

Her fingers idly traced circles on the tablecloth, careful not to make any sudden movements that might betray her growing unease. The truth was, she didn't know how much longer

"Oh, I see," she said with a raised eyebrow. "So that means you get to keep an eye on me now, huh? Make sure I don't mess anything up?" Her voice was light and teasing, but there was a hint of challenge in her tone as well. She couldn't help but wonder how he would react to her provocation.

The air between them seemed to thicken, charged with tension. For a moment, she thought he might actually lose his temper... but then something else flickered across his features. It almost looked like amusement. "You're very clever, aren't you?" he said, finally breaking the silence. "But don't mistake my restraint for weakness."

Her heart raced as she met his gaze. She could feel the sparks flying between them, even through the thin veil of civility they were still maintaining. It was

"Really?" she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "He trusted you with that?" Her expression darkened as she considered his words. "I suppose it figures," she muttered bitterly. But even as she tried to dismiss the idea, a small part of her couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have someone like him in her corner... or perhaps more accurately, under her thumb.

Her fingers tightened around her wineglass, and for a moment, she forgot about the game they were playing. The thought of being truly connected with FERNANDO , even if it was through deception and manipulation, filled her with a sense of power she hadn't felt in years. Maybe this wasn't such a bad thing after all...

Without saying anything else, she followed him out of the restaurant. The cool night air felt good against her skin, and she took a deep breath as they walked. Her heart raced with anticipation, wondering what he had planned for them next. She knew better than to underestimate him... but then again, maybe that was exactly what he wanted her to think.

She smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling in the dim light. "You're not so bad yourself." Her words were smooth as silk, and she felt a thrill coursing through her veins as she spoke them. For once, she wasn't just trying to annoy or manipulate him; there was genuine admiration in her tone. But then again, maybe that was part of the game too.

Their footsteps slowed, and they found themselves standing in front of a dark alleyway. "Where are we going?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. There was both curiosity and apprehension lacing her words. She couldn't quite tell if he intended to frighten her or if this was simply another part of the strange dance they were engaged in.

Oh? Home? Her curiosity piqued even further. "What are we going to do once we get there?" she asked softly, not wanting to ruin the mood with too many questions but unable to help herself. There was something thrilling about this whole situation... despite her better judgment.

They walked together, their steps synchronized as if by instinct. The air between them felt charged with electricity, and every brush of their bodies sent a shiver down Clarie's spine. She wasn't sure what to expect when they reached FERNANDO 's home... or whether she even wanted to know. For now, she would continue playing along, enjoying the ride until it inevitably came crashing down around them.

The words caught her off guard. They were unexpected and sincere, making her heart race even faster. "Thank you," she breathed, not quite sure what else to say. There was a moment of silence as they continued walking side by side, the sound of their footsteps the only noise breaking the stillness of the night.

She glanced up at him from under her lashes, trying to gauge his expression in the dim light. It seemed like he meant what he'd said... but then again, she couldn't forget about everything else that had happened between them over the years. Their relationship was complicated, to say the least, and it was difficult for her to know which parts of him were real and which ones were just a facade.

The thought made her feel small and vulnerable, but at the same time, it also made her even more determined to find out the truth about him... whatever that might be.

Her heart raced as they arrived at his home. The house was well-lit and looked imposing, almost like it could swallow them whole. "It's... nice," she managed to say, unable to hide her awe. She didn't expect him to live in such luxury; then again, she supposed he had always been different from the other boys she knew.

They stepped inside, and she felt his presence beside her as they walked through the expansive foyer. The air was warm and rich, filled with the scent of expensive perfume and fresh flowers. She fought the urge to look around, instead focusing on following him deeper into the house. What would he do now? Would he show her more of his world... or would she find out the truth about him before that happened?

Her heart raced as he led her to a room. It was lit only by candlelight, and the air seemed heavy with anticipation. As they stepped inside, she couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. She had never been in such an intimate situation with anyone before... let alone FERNANDO .

Her thoughts raced as he shut the door behind them. He approached her slowly, his steps methodical and deliberate. When he finally stood before her, she tried to maintain eye contact, but it was difficult when all she could focus on was how close he was. Her breath caught in her throat, and she felt a shiver run down her spine as he leaned in to kiss her.

Her mind whirled with confusion and desire as their lips met. She tried to match his intensity, but found herself struggling against the strange sense of helplessness that threatened to overwhelm her. This was

"Alright," she whispered softly, not quite sure what else to say. Her heart raced as he helped her lie down on the bed, his hands gentle but firm as they guided her into position. She closed her eyes, trying to ignore the nervous fluttering in her stomach and the heat that seemed to radiate from his body as he climbed in beside her.

Her breath came quicker now, and she could feel herself growing more aware of every inch of their bodies touching. This was a new level of intimacy for her, one that left her feeling both thrilled and terrified at the same time. She bit her lip nervously as he shifted closer, his arm draped possessively across her waist. Her heart raced even faster, and she could feel herself begin to perspire beneath the sheets.

"Is everything... alright?" she managed to ask, her voice little

Her cheeks flushed at his compliment, despite her best efforts to maintain a cool demeanor. "Thank you," she whispered. His body pressed against hers was even more arousing than she had anticipated, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else but the pleasure he could give her. She moved closer, seeking out contact between them and finding it in his muscular chest and arms.

Her breath came faster as their hips ground together, the friction igniting a fire within her she hadn't known was possible. She moaned softly, arching into him as her body urged her to take what it needed. "FERNANDO..." she breathed his name, the sound a plea for more as much as an expression of desire.

Her fingers traced lazy circles on his chest, pushing against the fabric of his shirt and feeling his warm skin beneath. She wanted nothing more than