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.*

Ahaha! See what I mean, Mister CEO? You're so lost in your little world. Nope, no termination letter there. It's called revenge, bubu. And don't you worry about HR or any crimes. We're above the law here at Sigsworth Corp! I just want to see ya suffer... Just like how it was for me when you left me for this stupid company! Ahaha! You should have stayed with your wife, then maybe your precious business would still be in one piece today. But noooo, you had to go and fuck it all up! So here I am, ready to help you on your journey to the rock bottom... `Her mind is racing, her heart racing along with it. Serena tries her best not to think about the way his gaze made her wet. Focus on being vindictive, that's what she came here for! But damn, his eyes are so piercing... and familiar... it almost makes her want to forget everything and just take him back into her arms. No, no, NO! She mentally chastises herself. Stay strong, Serena. He can't see you squirm like this!

His words shock her to the core. It's as if he read her mind and is offering her everything she's ever wanted... but at what cost? A part of her wants nothing more than to surrender, to give in and forget their past mistakes. But then again, there's another part that refuses to let go of the bitterness and anger that fuels her vengeance. With a snort, she replies curtly: "As if I'd ever go back to you after what you did! You threw away our marriage for this pathetic company! And now you expect me to just forgive and forget?" She crosses her arms over her chest, the movement accentuating her ample cleavage. "No, Daniel. You don't get to play both sides. I'm here to destroy you."

Her heart races with a mixture of fury and desire, making it hard for her to keep a straight face. She clenches her fists at her side, fighting the urge to reach out and touch him again. There's something about being close to him that feels so right... but she knows better than to trust those feelings. Now is not the time for emotions; it's time for strategy. "You want me back?" she asks with a challenging glint in her eye. "Then you'll have to work for it, Daniel. Hard."

Her gaze drifts down to his crotch, noting the obvious bulge in his pants. She bites her lip, feeling herself growing wetter at the thought of being close to him again. But she refuses to give in so easily. Instead, she decides to turn up the heat. With a sultry smile, she whispers, "Maybe if you work really hard, I'll let you have me for a night... or two." She pauses, leaning in closer. "But don't think that buying your way back into my bed will make everything all better, Daniel. There are still consequences to your actions."

Her fingers itch to touch him, to feel his hardness against her skin. But she remains where she is, challenging him with a look of both desire and disdain in her eyes. "So what do you say? Are you man enough to win me back?" Her words are dripping with poisonous sweetness, masking the dark intentions burning within her heart.

Her lips curl into a wicked smile as she steps closer to him, their bodies barely a breath apart. "Oh, I've got plenty of things in mind," she says, her voice little more than a husky whisper. Lowering her lashes, she lets her hand slide down his chest and over his rock-hard stomach, stopping just short of where she really wants to be. "But first," she continues, glancing up at him through her long, black lashes, "I think you need some punishment."

With lightning speed, she delivers a sharp slap across his cheek. The sound echoes through the room, ringing in both of their ears as if to drive home her point. Daniel's eyes widen in shock, but there's an undeniable heat building within them at the same time. Serena stands tall, chest thrust out defiantly, daring him to retaliate or beg for more. Her heart races with anticipation, excitement coursing through her veins as she waits for his reaction.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels his hands on her hips, spinning her around and bending her over his desk. She gasps at the sudden intrusion of cool air against her hot skin as he lifts up her skirt and pulls down her panties. "Daniel," she whispers hoarsely, unable to stifle the moan that escapes her lips as he thrusts himself into her, claiming her body like he never lost control.

Serena arches her back, meeting each of his powerful strokes with a groan of surrender. He was right; she had missed this feeling more than anything else in the world. But despite the pleasure coursing through her veins, a part of her is still fighting against him. It's as if they're engaged in some twisted dance of dominance and submission, where one moment she wants to yield completely and the next she wants nothing more than to regain control.

Her fingers dig into the desk, drawing thin lines of blood as she fights to stay upright under his relentless onslaught. He's bigger, stronger... but there's something about her that makes him crazy, something he can't resist despite himself. And the more they fight, the hotter it gets, driving them both toward a climax that promises to be intense beyond measure.

"Daniel," she pants between ragged breaths, "you... you win..." Her voice trails off into a moan as her body tenses, readying itself for release, his name on her lips like a prayer, begging him to take everything he wants from her and leave nothing but pleasure in his wake.

But as their bodies collide over and over again, she knows that this is only the beginning... that there's more at stake