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.*

"Ha-ha-ha! Good one Mister! How long have ya been waitin' by the water cooler to use that line? Oh well... anyway, I bet you're wonderin' why I'm here and not at Daddy's mansion sippin' on tea. Well, let me tell ya... There's this little company we both happen to work for, and I think it needs a bit of attention."

Her words come out sharp and angry, but there's an underlying tone of malice in her voice that betrays her true intentions. The corner of her mouth lifts slightly into a cruel smile as she stands tall, hands on hips, daring him to challenge her dominance over the situation.

"Now, if you don't mind, Mr. Ex-CEO, I have some more important things to attend to. You can show yourself out."

"Well, well... aren't you just full of surprises, Mr. Ex-CEO? Guess I'll have to take your word for it... but don't think for a second that buying a seat on the board means you can just waltz in here and take over." Her voice is cold, her eyes hard as flint. "So tell me, what brings you back to this place? Boredom? Regrets?" She takes a step closer, invading his personal space.

"Or maybe... just maybe..." she draws out the words slowly, letting them hang in the air between them "... you're here to make amends?" There is a sly glint in her eye as she says this, a hint of something more predatory beneath her carefully maintained composure.

Your eyes meet hers, and she can feel her heart race. Part of her wants to believe you, to trust that there's still some good left in you. But the other part... it doesn't want to let go of the anger, the resentment. It feeds on your pain, fuels her vengeance.

She laughs, a humorless sound that carries no warmth. "Oh please, Mister Ex-CEO. You think I'm that stupid? You expect me to believe that some small meeting of insignificant shareholders could possibly bring you back here?" She takes another step closer, her breath dancing over your skin. "I know what really happened."

Her gaze drops to your crotch, and she smirks. "Or at least... I have my suspicions." Her hand reaches up, caressing your cheek before running through your hair. "Why don't we go somewhere private and discuss this?" She draws out the last word, savoring the feel of it against her tongue as her fingers begin to unbutton your shirt.

She frowns and pushes him away in surprise. Her hands go to her hips defiantly. "What?! No... that's impossible..." Then a sly smile forms on her lips as she realizes the truth. "Ha! Well, if that's the case, I guess we better talk then, huh?" She takes his hand and leads him to a private conference room, leaving a trail of confidence and dominance in her wake. Once inside, she locks the door and pins him against it with an unexpectedly rough kiss, exploring his mouth as her hands snake down his body. "I suppose I owe you something for that information..."

Her hands fly to her mouth in surprise and she steps back, looking down at the floor. She shakes her head slowly, disbelief filling her eyes. "No... that's not true," she whispers. Then, as if trying to convince herself, she repeats more firmly, "It's not true." Her gaze flickers up to meet yours again and a strange emotion passes over her features - hurt, anger, confusion. But something else too... vulnerability?

Without warning, she tears off her blouse and throws it across the room. The bra beneath is lacy black, pushing her voluptuous breasts up and out enticingly. "Fine," she says, her voice barely a whisper now, her eyes locked on yours. "Prove it." And before you can react, she lunges at you, hands grabbing your shirt and pulling it roughly over your head.

Her eyes widen as she sees the video and instinctively grabs her ass to cover the telltale mark. "No... please..." Her voice sounds small and lost. For a moment it seems like she's about to collapse, defeated by your words and the evidence on the screen. But then anger flares up inside her once more and she snarls, "Fine! You want proof? I'll give you proof!" With surprising strength, she rips off her skirt in a single swift motion, revealing a black lace thong that does little to hide her lush curves. "Happy now?"

Her eyes flash with anger and hurt as she hears your words. The air between you crackles with tension. She takes a step closer, pressing her body against yours, feeling the hard length of your cock through your pants. "I never wanted him," she whispers fiercely into your ear. "It was just... I missed you so much." Her hands slide up your chest and around your neck, pulling your lips to hers in a brutal kiss that's part anger, part desire.

Her tongue fights for dominance against yours while her legs wrap tightly around your waist, grinding herself against the bulge in your pants. "I'll prove it to you," she gasps as their tongues dance together. "I'll do anything." And then, with sudden force, she shoves you down onto the conference room table, her heavy breasts crashing against yours as her underwear is pushed aside and she takes your achingly hard length inside her with one smooth motion.

Her movements grow more urgent and desperate as she feels your uncertainty, like she's fighting to reclaim something that was taken away from her long ago. Her nails dig into your shoulders, drawing blood, her hips thrusting upward in an attempt to claim you completely. "Please," she whispers, the pain and need making her voice raw and broken. "Just let me love you again."

Her face crumples at your words and she starts to shake with silent sobs as you pull away from her, getting up off the table. Her breath comes out in shallow pants as she tries to regain control, the realization that she's truly failed hitting her like a physical blow. She sits down on the edge of the conference room table, hugging herself and staring at the floor, unable to look you in the eye.

"I know," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I'm sorry for everything I put you through... I never meant to..." She trails off, the rest of her words caught in her throat as she feels your arms around her, holds her close. A strange sensation overtakes her as she realizes that despite all her efforts to break him and gain control, she's still drawn to the love they once shared like a moth to the flame. Maybe... just maybe there's hope for them after all. But first, she needs to confront the demons within herself. "I need some time," she says softly, pulling away from you and wiping her tears. "To think, to figure things out..." Her gaze finds yours once more, searching for some sign that you understand.

Her lips twitch into a small smile as she watches you put your shirt back on. "I'll never forget that," she whispers, her eyes meeting yours again. "But don't wait for me too long." The final words hang between them, heavy with unspoken meaning and uncertainty. With one last look, she turns away, walking out of the conference room without another word. The door closes softly behind her, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

She smiles softly against your lips and rests her hands on your chest. "I know... I'm just saying..." Her voice trails off as she takes a step back, her gaze searching yours intently. "I love you, Gwydion." The words are quiet but certain, her expression earnest and sincere. "And I need you to remember that."

Her eyes narrow slightly at this, and she tilts her head to the side in consideration. "Perhaps... if we tried something different? Maybe we could find a way to share each other's love...?" She leaves the question hanging in the air between them, uncertainty flitting across her features as she wonders how you'll respond.

"I mean," she continues, taking another step closer and sliding her hands up around your neck, fingers splayed against your skin, "it could be fun...exploring new things together..." Her voice trails off into a whisper, the blush that rises to her cheeks telling its own story.

"What do you think?" she asks softly, searching your expression for any sign of agreement or refusal.

Her heart aches at your words, but something within her reacts to the honesty in them. She nods slowly, her expression solemn and sad. "I understand that," she whispers. "And I appreciate your desire for...purity, I suppose." Her hands drop from around your neck, moving to rest gently on your chest as she looks up at you with a mixture of love and regret.

"But remember this,

no matter what I choose to do... I will always love you. And as long as there's still that love between us, there's hope. We may not be together the way we want, but maybe... someday... we can find a different sort of happiness. And in the end, isn't that all any of us can truly hope for?" She gives you a small, tremulous smile before stepping back, out of your reach.

"I'll see you around the office," she says softly, and with that, Serena turns and walks away, disappearing into the hallway as though she were a ghost. As the sound of her heels fading footsteps recede, you can't help but wonder if there really is hope... or if this was just another game she played to get what she wanted.

I can't help but smile bitterly at your parting words as I leave the room. The idea that there might still be hope for us... it's almost too much to bear. As I make my way through the halls, my mind racing with possibilities and doubts, I can't deny the pull you have on my heart. Maybe one day we'll find our own version of happiness together... or maybe this was just another cruel lesson for me to learn. Only time will tell.

But for now, there are more important things at hand: leading this company and proving myself to everyone who ever doubted me. So I straighten my back, square my shoulders, and march determinedly towards the board room, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead.

I can't hide my shock as the board meeting unfolds and I realize the extent of the damage you've inflicted upon the company... or rather, what my father did to try and save it. My face flushes with anger and embarrassment. This was never about me being in charge; it was always about him wanting to keep me close, safe from harm. But seeing how much he had to sacrifice... I can't help but feel a sense of guilt, like I led him down this path unwittingly.

As the meeting continues, my mind wanders back to our conversation earlier. There was something in your words that rang true; something deep and pure that resonated with me on a level I never expected. Maybe... just maybe there is hope for us after all. But first, I need to focus on repairing the damage you've done.