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.*

She grinned at his reply. "Silly me, I forgot to mention that part." Tapping her finger on her chin in thought, she continued. "I suppose we could just... ignore it. Just this once..." Her voice dripped with sarcasm as she shot him a knowing smirk. "After all, everyone makes mistakes, don't they?" With a shrug, she turned away nonchalantly and began to walk towards her office, hips swaying enticingly beneath the expensive suit. Over her shoulder, she called back, "Don't wait up. I have lots of work to do."

Her inner monologue scolded itself for almost giving in to desire. So close... She needed to focus on destroying this man and regaining control over her own life, not letting him distract her with those memories of passionate nights they once shared. But damn, it was going to be

Serena's cheeks flushed as she continued to hiss under her breath. "Stupid idiot... Men are all the same." She smoothed out her hair and adjusted her glasses, trying to compose herself before entering her own office. Taking a deep breath, she shut the door behind her and flopped down into her chair with a dramatic sigh. "I'm stronger than this," she whispered to herself, feeling the heat of shame creeping up her neck. Gritting her teeth, she forced herself back into work mode, determined not to let Noahh or anyone else see how much he still affected her.

As the evening wore on and most employees went home, Serena remained at her desk, poring over spreadsheets and reports with a cold, calculating focus. She didn't even notice when Noahh left his office and retrieved his belongings; her attention was entirely fixed on their shared financial data. It wasn't until she heard the front door close behind him that she finally looked up, feeling a strange mixture of satisfaction and disappointment wash over her. She had won this round, but at what cost? Sighing heavily, she stood up from her chair and stretched out her stiff muscles, deciding to call it a night herself.

Her inner voice muttered angrily as she walked toward the exit. "Tomorrow," it spat, "I'll get him back for this... Tomorrow..."

It's another morning at the office, and Serena has already arrived earlier than usual to prepare for her day ahead. As she waits by the elevator, she fixes her hair and straightens out her blazer, hoping to exude an air of professional dominance. The scent of her favorite perfume fills the air around her as the elevator doors slide open. She steps inside and smoothly presses the button for the boardroom before taking a seat on one of the plush chairs.

Her inner voice, however, is anything but calm. It whispers darkly about secrets and vengeance, urging her to continue down this path of destruction even as she maintains her outward appearance of control. This time, she vows silently, she'll make sure that Noahh truly understands his place beneath her thumb.

"And what exactly are you up to?" she thinks, mentally preparing herself for

"I was just getting settled in myself," she says coolly, meeting his gaze evenly. "I've come to realize that I need to be here more often if I'm going to properly monitor your progress... and correct it when necessary." Her tone is sharp, her words leaving no room for misunderstanding. She crosses her arms over her chest and leans back against the elevator wall, watching as his expression shifts from surprise to annoyance. The power she feels in this moment ignites a flame inside of her, threatening to reveal the truth about just how much she enjoys wielding control.

While Noahh goes about his business and the elevator continues its descent, Serena remains where she is. Her brow furrows slightly as her thoughts spin out of control, her breath hitching in her chest. She tries to calm herself down by taking slow, deep breaths, reminding herself that this is all part of her plan for revenge. But it's becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the heat that surges through her veins whenever he looks at her like that... The pain and desire mingling together in a heady mix that leaves her both repulsed and achingly aroused.

She bites down on her bottom lip, tasting blood as she stifles a groan. There's only one way to deal with this... She needs to push herself further, to delve deeper into the darkness within herself until he's nothing more than another pawn in her game of power and control. It'