Standing before the office door, a steaming cup of coffee in her hand, was Jennifer Sinclair. The mug—bearing the emblem of Jon-Corp Institute—had been a gift on her twentieth birthday. She wore her tight-fitting office attire like armor and provocation in one, her black pencil skirt hugging every contour of her lower frame, her blouse unbuttoned just enough to make her intentions impossible to ignore.
"Why, hello there, sweetheart," she purred, waving at Levi with a smile that was equal parts invitation and challenge.
Levi, caught off guard, froze for a moment before the sharp snap of her fingers pulled him from his haze. "U-um… what are you doing here, Jennifer?" he asked, voice carrying a nervous stammer as he tried to compose himself.
Jennifer chuckled lightly, almost offended by the question. "What am I doing here? Don't you remember? I work here too, y'know?"
Levi blinked, the memory slotting into place. "Oh… right. Sorry."
He moved past her, careful not to linger under the heat of her gaze. She watched him go, eyes tracing every step, every line of him, like a cat following the movement of prey. Whatever she had for breakfast that morning hadn't satisfied her—her appetite was clearly for something else entirely.
Levi returned to his cubicle, the glow of his computer and the neat stack of files his only company. He sighed and reached for the first file, trying to push all distractions from his mind. There was work to be done—especially if he wanted to keep his focus away from the fact that Aubrey, somewhere across the city, was no doubt planning their evening together.
Hours passed. One by one, the building emptied, workers filing out into the night. But Levi remained, his role as one of the company's most trusted employees keeping him behind his desk. Tonight's task was critical—placing over a thousand company stocks on the market, ensuring every transaction was secure and legitimate before morning.
When the final listing was posted, he leaned back and yawned. "Damn… I'm tired. Maybe a coffee would do the trick."
The lounge machine had been shut down for the night, but there was still the one in Mr. Johnson's office. Levi reached into his pocket for the spare key—a sign of the trust between him and the owner.
The hallway was silent, the kind of silence that feels thick, almost physical. He passed the closed doors of the other executives' offices until he reached the final one.
"Here we go…" he murmured, key in hand—only to stop.
The door was already ajar. His first thought was that Mr. Johnson had returned, but no—he'd left hours ago. The security guard hadn't come this way either.
Then Levi heard it—low, rhythmic sounds from inside. Voices. Laughter. Something else.
He pushed the door open.
Inside, Jennifer was sprawled across the desk, her blouse discarded, her breath unsteady. Beside her was Maxine Elagado, leaning in close, her expression intent and almost predatory. The scene was intimate, unmistakable, and Levi felt the shock hit him like cold water.
"My God…" he muttered under his breath.
Both women turned. Jennifer's expression brightened unnervingly. "Oh… Levi," she said, sliding down from the desk. Maxine straightened, wiping her mouth, her gaze narrowing in on him.
"I've been expecting you," Jennifer added, her voice low.
Levi took a step back. "Uhhh… well, I gotta go."
Jennifer's smile faltered into something harder. "Where do you think you're going, handsome? I'm already in the mood, and since you're here…"
"I don't think this is a good time," Levi said firmly, but Jennifer barely seemed to hear him. A quick glance, and Maxine closed the door behind him.
Jennifer moved forward, her every step deliberate, closing the space between them until Levi could feel her presence like heat. Her eyes dipped once toward him, catching something in his posture, and her hand brushed against his side with casual possession.
Levi's patience broke. He stepped back sharply, shoving her hand away. "That's enough."
Jennifer's expression shifted from surprise to irritation. "Hey—what's with you all of a sudden?"
"What's with me?" Levi's voice rose. "Do you honestly think just because I agreed to one stupid deal, that makes me your—what? Your toy? Your property?"
"You don't get a say," Jennifer replied, her tone sharpening. "You knew what you were getting into. We had an agreement."
"To hell with your agreement," Levi snapped. "I'm done."
His words landed, and for a brief moment, silence filled the room. Something flickered in Jennifer's eyes—hurt, anger, something unspoken. But she masked it quickly.
Levi turned to leave, fastening his trousers.
"Don't you dare walk out that door," Jennifer warned, her voice trembling on the edge of desperation. "If you do, I swear I'll—"
"You'll send the video?" Levi cut in. "Go ahead. My life's already a mess. That won't change anything."
Her composure cracked. She rushed forward, gripping his arm tightly.
"Get off me!" Levi's voice thundered, and his hand lashed out before he could think. The slap sent Jennifer stumbling, falling to the floor in stunned silence.
Levi couldn't quite process what he had done. It was as though something ancient and uncontrollable had taken the reins, leaving him staring at the woman now sobbing on the floor. Maxine, who had watched the whole thing happen before her, made a run for it, grabbing her clothing and sprinting as fast as she could.
Levi's anger dulled, his shoulders sank, and after a beat, he crouched, extending a tentative hand to her shoulder.
The touch seemed to snap something in Jennifer. With the speed and ferocity of a cornered animal, she lunged. The two went sprawling onto the cold floor as her fists rained down on him, her voice breaking in a storm of curses.
"You—! You motherf—!" she choked out, each word torn apart by tears.
He didn't fight back. Blow after blow, Levi just lay there, letting it happen, his jaw clenched but his hands unmoving. Minutes later, her energy bled away, her strikes slowing, until only her laboured breathing filled the room.
When she looked down at him, something shifted. The anger in her eyes faltered, replaced by a fragile mix of guilt and pity. In that moment, she saw him not as an adversary, but as a young man cornered by a life he hadn't chosen — a man forced to navigate a world of corruption, stuck among people like her, yet undeserving of the weight he carried.
"Levi… I'm so sorr—"
Her apology was cut short when his arms wrapped around her, pulling her close. The sudden kiss caught her off guard — she tried to resist, but her body betrayed her, heat rising in her chest as the air between them seemed to thicken.
When he pulled back, her breath was unsteady. The look in his eyes was unreadable — steady, intense, unwavering. He helped her to her feet, closing the door behind them with a deliberate click, the lock sliding into place.
Her voice trembled. "Levi… what are you—"
He silenced her with another kiss, deeper this time, leaving no room for words. Jennifer felt her body become warm, and with each contact of their tongue, her body started to feel hot and before she could think, all her senses were shut down, replaced by a slutty persona.
Despite all she had done to this man, he still stayed positive, coming to work in the company even after being blackmailed by her. Jennifer could only feel pity at what she did, the guilt of what she had done to Levi who was just trying to live a normal life striking her like a lightning bolt. But it was to late for her to dwell on the things she did, her body had already reacted, nipples hardening and clit dripping.