Charles POV
I came out of the bathroom condom on my dick, thinking I'm going to have the best fun and pleasure now because this came from my heart, my heart is racing to do it, I felt a little bit of panic which was the first but when i entered the room that was when i saw Confidence rushing out of the room, immediately i put on my shirt and pant still the condom rapped around my dick i didn't mind.
I couldn't believe I'm actually running after a girl i bearly met.
I returned to home, to an empty apartment, but i have Confidence thoughts to fill it in, the swell of her rounded breast, the way her nipples we're hard in my mouth, the wetness of her pussy,my dick felt so alive. But then I remembered I was back to the forced to take over from my dad, my dad wouldn't divorce my mom unless I take charge of company, I'm only doing this to get my dad to divorce my mom so she could be free.
The next day I have to start working there even when i didn't like it and it was going to start with interviewing people for a position.
I didn't want to continue until i saw someone.
She walked into the building like she didn't just ruin my entire ability to think straight.
Confidence.
In a simple dress, no makeup… yet somehow she still managed to punch the air out of my lungs just by existing.
I wasn't prepared for her.
Not after yesterday.
Not after the way she melted in my arms last night…
Not after the way she kissed me back like she wanted me just as much as I wanted her.
I was planning to call her this morning.
To check on her.
To maybe—God help me—ask for another date.
And then she appears in my company lobby.
For an interview.
My company.
My interview panel.
But that wasn't the part that shook me.
It was the file in my hand.
Her application.
"Married with one child."
Married.
Confidence.
Married.
To who?
Since when?
How?
My jaw tightened as I scanned the details again, hoping—praying—that maybe the HR assistant mixed up two different applications.
But no.
Her picture was right there.
Her handwriting.
Her signature.
My chest felt tight.
Not with anger.
Not with jealousy.
But with something far more humiliating—I felt played.
Like the girl who kissed me yesterday had a whole family waiting for her at home.
So I stepped forward.
She looked up.
Her eyes widened.
She froze.
And something inside me snapped in the most ridiculous, embarrassing way.
I wanted to pull her close and kiss her again.
I also wanted to shake her.
But I said the only safe thing I could manage.
"Confidence…? What are you doing here?"
She smiled—small, nervous, guilty.
"That… I'm here for the interview."
Of course she is.
I held up the file slightly.
Her eyes darted to it.
She swallowed.
A guilty swallow.
My brain flipped.
Is she really married? Did some man touch her? Kiss her? Hold her? Claim her?
The thoughts burned hotter than I expected. I wasn't supposed to care. We barely knew each other. But tell that to my chest that felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible fist.
I stepped closer.
Too close.
Close enough to smell the faint scent of coconut oil in her hair.
"Interesting," I said, voice low. "Your application says you're married."
She blinked fast. "Charles, I—"
"And you have a child," I added, one brow lifting.
Her lips parted.
She didn't answer.
I leaned slightly, lowering my voice so only she could hear.
"Well," I murmured, "that's something I didn't expect—finding out the woman I kissed last night belongs to someone else."
She gasped softly.
Her cheeks flushed.
Her guilt was obvious.
Which meant one thing…
She was lying.
And for some insane, twisted reason, that made heat coil right in my stomach.
Because if she was lying…
She wasn't married.
She wasn't taken.
And she hadn't betrayed me.
Still, I wasn't going to let her off easily.
I tilted my head, studying her.
"You didn't mention a husband yesterday," I said, letting the edge of challenge slip into my voice. "Or your child."
Her eyes darted away.
She bit her lip.
God, why did she have to bite her lip right now?
"Charles…" she whispered, "I can explain."
I liked the sound of that.
Too much.
I stepped even closer, leaving barely an inch between us.
"Then explain," I murmured, letting my breath brush her cheek. "Because the way I see it… either you lied on the application…"
I paused, letting the silence stretch.
"Or you lied to me."
Her breath hitched.
I could see her fighting tears, guilt, panic—everything.
And damn it, I wanted to grab her and pull her into my chest.
But I didn't.
I kept my expression cool.
Sharp.
Challenging.
And a little bit wicked.
"You have five minutes," I added softly.
"Convince me which one it is."
Her eyes snapped to mine.
Wide.
Desperate.
Beautiful.
And in that moment, I knew one thing for sure—
Whatever story she was about to give me…
Whatever mess she was tangled in…
I wasn't going anywhere.
Not now.
Not after tasting her.
Not after wanting her the way I did.
Not after realizing she might need me.
But she didn't need to know that yet.
I wanted to see how far she'd go.
I wanted to see if she'd fight to keep her truth from collapsing.
I wanted her to earn my help.
So I leaned back slightly, smirk touching my mouth.
"This should be fun," I whispered.
"Go on, Confidence. Impress me."