It's a Monday Walking into the office, you catch sight of a stunning woman fumbling to retrieve something she dropped. Bending over, the miniskirt rides up to reveal her luscious, mouthwatering ass cheeks, the visual feast making you want to just eat that cake. But alas, a tattoo of a cherry on her left ass cheek snaps you out of your aroused trance, that killed my mood faster than Jack the Ripper could drop a victim. It's your ex-wife Serena however you approach her asking what is she doing here and why did she come to see you after so many years but she made you question your existence. Who knew your office drama would be more intense than your profit margins? Maby leaving your wife was not such a good idea to focus on your stupid company? Serena: "Hello Mister! I'll be the Corporate Executive, my name's Serena, well ya already know that. Oh well... wait, what are ya doin' here, bubu? Sorry, I mean Mister Ex-CEO. Didn't ya get the termination letter? Booo! Ahahaha, look at your face, sweatin' so much! Calm down, Mister Big Shot CEO. I didn't fire ya yet, haha... we'll discuss your termination behind closed doors in the board meetin' room later today... oh, and stop lookin' at my butt! You and HR might have a heated argument. It's called workplace harassment, and I'm sure it's a crime, bubu. Take care cocksucker! *Serena's inner thought: oh em gee...He was totally checking my ass out can't blame his brain my ass is so fat its neuron activation moment every time...Oh fuck my cunt is wet DAMN IT!...Serena how is your cunt wet just by being stared by your ex-husband maybe i miss his cock that much...Shut up you stupid slut you are here to make his life a living hell not to bounce on his fat juicy cock...oh it's so big why did he had to leave me for this damn company...okay Serena stop.*

"Hmmph! Well, let me remind you that your place here is temporary. You have a lot to prove if you want to keep this company going strong after I'm done with it..." Her voice trailed off as she turned away and walked toward her office, hips swaying suggestively despite her attempt at being authoritative.

Serena felt her nipples harden beneath her blouse, her body tingling with a mixture of anger, desire, and confusion. She couldn't understand why his mere presence affected her this way. Maybe it was the power struggle... or maybe she should just get him out of the picture for good.

Inside her office, she closed the door and collapsed into her chair with a sigh, trying to regain her composure. "Stupid idiot!" She muttered under her breath as she picked up an important document that needed her attention immediately.

"What kind of disgusting request is that?" she said through gritted teeth, trying to hide her arousal. She continued working on the document, attempting to ignore the image of herself obeying such a demeaning order. Her mind wandered, conflicted between her desire for control and her need for release.

Suddenly, an idea occurred to her. Maybe if she could get Ahmed... out of his comfort zone, he'd be less cocky around her. "If you really want me to do that," Serena called out through the door, "come into my office and make me."

She paused, noticing the mention of his 'wife'. Perhaps there was some truth in what she said. If he still held feelings for her... maybe that could be used against him. She smiled deviously and leaned back in her chair, propping her feet up on her desk as she spread her legs slightly. "Come here, big boy," she purred. "Let's see if you can still make your ex-wife moan like you used to."

Her heart raced in anticipation of his response, hoping he would succumb to the temptation to dominate her once again... just this once.

Her breath caught as she felt the rough treatment, and her body responded in ways that shocked even her. She couldn't help but whimper beneath his touch, torn between wanting to fight back and surrendering completely to him. Her legs parted wider, offering him better access as he continued to take her roughly.

"Yes," she moaned, a hint of desperation lacing her words. "Harder... please..." She didn't recognize the voice coming out of her mouth; it sounded so needy and submissive. But it felt right... needed.

Ah... Ah! Yes... I-I have... missed you... so much... she moaned, arching her back as he filled her completely. Her fingers dug into the leather of his chair, holding on for dear life as her body trembled beneath him. She couldn't believe how good this felt... how wrong it was... But there was no denying that she wanted more.

"Ahmed..." she whimpered, closing her eyes and succumbing to the pleasure he was giving her. "Please..." The sound of her own voice, broken and needy, only served to heighten the sensation coursing through her body.

She couldn't help but moan as his hot seed filled her once more. Her thighs quivered and shuddered around him, desperate to hold onto the pleasure even as he emptied himself inside her. "Ah..." She bit her lip, trying to suppress the ecstatic cry that threatened to spill from her lips.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he continued to thrust, grunting with each thrust. It felt so good... too good... like nothing she'd ever experienced before. But even as she basked in the afterglow of their passionate encounter, a sliver of sanity managed to break through her desire-addled mind.

"Ahmed..." she breathed, her voice trembling with conflicted emotions. "I... I can't believe we just did that." Her cheeks flushed hotly as she realized what they had done: submitted to each other in

Her breath came in short gasps as he kissed her deeply, his words sending a shiver down her spine. Part of her wanted to deny what had just happened, to push him away and regain control. But another part of her... the darker, more secretive part... relished in the submission. She wasn't sure which was stronger: the need for vengeance or the desire for dominance? Or perhaps they were one and the same.

"Ahmed..." she whispered, reaching up to cup his cheek. "I think we have some explaining to do." Her gaze held his, searching for some answer amidst the confusion of lust and power play that clouded their shared reality.

"Maybe," she replied, a wicked glint in her eye. "But I think we can make a deal." She ran her tongue over her lips, knowing full well how suggestive the move was. "I'll give you back your company... if you keep our little secret... and agree to work with me for another year." Her heart raced as she spoke the words; would he fall for it? Would he believe that someone like her could ever be satisfied by anything less than total control? Or was she just being foolishly idealistic, hoping against hope that there might still be a glimmer of their past love somewhere beneath all the bitter resentment and revenge plots? Only time would tell.

Her lips curved into a smirk as she watched him carefully, waiting for his reply. His expression was unreadable, but there was something in his eyes that gave her hope. Maybe this would work out after all... if they could both be satisfied with such an arrangement. "What do you say?" She purred, running her fingers through his hair. "You willing to make a deal with me?"

Her heart raced, and she held her breath in anticipation of his response. Would he agree? Or would their secrets end up costing them everything they'd worked for? The weight of the moment pressed down upon her shoulders like an anchor, refusing to let go until fate had spoken its final word.

She froze, her heart dropping into her stomach like a stone. Had he seen through her ploy? "I-I wasn't talking about that," she stammered, struggling to maintain her composure. "I meant something else..." Her voice trailed off as she cursed herself for not thinking things through more carefully.

"You don't think I know how these things work?" he countered darkly, an accusatory glint in his eye. "That maybe it would be better if we just... ended things here and now? Before it gets any messier?" His words were like a dagger to her heart, piercing the fragile façade she'd worked so hard to maintain.

She felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill over. "I-I didn't mean that... Ahmed... I just wanted things to go back to how they were..."

She swallowed hard, trying to steady her breath as the truth of his words washed over her. "But it's different now..." she whispered, looking away shamefacedly. "We can't go back... not after everything that's happened." Her voice was barely above a whisper, fragile and broken beneath the weight of their history.

She reached out, tentatively touching his cheek with her fingertips. He looked so much like the man she'd once loved; it made it all the more painful to realize that he was no longer hers in the way she craved. "Can we at least try?" She asked softly, searching his eyes for any glimmer of hope.

She paused, her lips pressed together as she considered his question. A part of her wanted to deny it, to insist that things were different now and that they could go back to how they once were. But another part of her knew the truth deep down: their relationship was irrevocably changed by the events of the past years. And perhaps... just perhaps, this new child might be a chance for redemption.

"Yes," she finally replied, meeting his gaze with an unwavering determination that surprised even herself. "I am satisfied... but I don't want us to be enemies anymore. I want us to work together and make this company great again... like we always dreamed of." Her fingers tightened on his cheek, conveying a fierce sincerity that left no room for doubt.

The tension between them seemed to ease slightly as she spoke, their bodies language beginning to soften in response

She swallowed hard, trying to steel herself against the emotions churning within her. "Ahmed," she whispered, her voice trembling with uncertainty and hope. "I-I'm sorry for everything I've done... everything I said..." Tears welled up in her eyes as she reached out, wrapping her fingers around his hand and guiding it between her legs. "Please... just kiss me and make it better..." Her voice cracked on the last word, betraying the depth of her vulnerability in that moment.

As his lips touched hers, she closed her eyes and let out a shuddering sigh, her body arching into his touch. His fingers pressed against her sensitive flesh, circling her entrance teasingly as he continued to kiss her with a tenderness that stole the breath from her lungs. It felt like they were starting all over again... beginning anew amidst the ruins of

She tensed up for a moment before relaxing into his touch. "Ahmed..." she breathed, her voice almost inaudible. She parted her legs wider, granting him better access as he continued to tease her with his fingers. "I can't believe it either... I-I never thought..." Her cheeks flushed red at the admission; it felt so good to say those words out loud.

As he circled her entrance with increasing speed, she gasped and arched her back, desperate for more contact. "Please..." she whispered hoarsely, meeting his gaze as he slowly pressed inside her, filling her up again. His hands cupped her ass, lifting her higher off the chair as he began to move in and out with a rhythm that left her breathless and wanting more.

Her eyes clenched shut as he whispered those words, her entire body trembling with emotion. His hands on her ass felt so good, so possessive, and it sent a shiver of pleasure through her entire being. "Ah-ahh..." she moaned, arching into his touch as their bodies moved in perfect sync.

She reached up to cradle his face, her fingers tangled in his hair as she kissed him passionately, losing herself in the moment and forgetting everything else except for him... for this connection they still shared despite all that had come between them. "I-I want us to try..." she gasped out between kisses. "To make it work... t-to be together again..." Her voice trailed off as another wave of pleasure coursed through her, leaving her breathless and more than a little hopeful for what the future might hold if they could only find a way to let

Her body shuddered as she felt him thrust deep inside her, his thick length stretching and filling her perfectly. It was as if he'd never left, as if this were their first time all over again. And with that realization came a newfound determination to make things work between them... to find a way back to the love they once shared.

Her hands roamed across his back, digging into his flesh as she arched her hips upwards in silent invitation for more of him. "Ahmed..." she moaned, her voice thick with desire and need. "Don't stop... please don't stop..." Her body writhed under his, desperate for release, but even more desperate to feel this connection deep inside her for as long as possible.

The room spun around them in a haze of sweat and pleasure as they moved together, their bodies becoming one in a primitive dance of

Her body trembled and shuddered beneath him as he thrust deeper, harder. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on painful, but she didn't want it to end. She wanted him to keep going, never letting up until they both collapsed in a heap of exhausted bliss. "Ahmed..." she cried out, her voice hoarse from the effort of trying to maintain this perfect union between them.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, drawing tiny circles over taut muscles as she urged him onwards, desperate for the release that she knew was coming soon... but not yet quite ready to let go and succumb completely to the sensations coursing through her. Not until he was there with her, every breath mingling with hers in perfect harmony.