Poe Vaughn took off his suit jacket, unbuttoned his shirt, and closed the door with his hand.
But just as the door was about to close, a strong force came through, accompanied by a thick smell of alcohol.
He frowned and turned around to see who it was.
But as soon as he turned, the door slammed shut, making the walls tremble slightly.
His eyes deepened, his arm falling against the nearby wall, about to turn on the light, when a pair of burning arms suddenly embraced him, a soft body pressing against him.
It was a woman’s body.
He raised his hand, grabbing Ava Sterling’s hand, intending to push her away.
But the person in front of him suddenly leapt onto him, her long legs wrapping around his waist, and those pair of arms, seemingly coated with honey, slipped out of his grasp and held onto his neck.
It took only a few breaths for Ava Sterling to cling tightly to Poe Vaughn like a koala.
Poe Vaughn’s eyes deepened, the ambiguous atmosphere in the room trembled, and daring not to act rashly, he was about to withdraw.
But at that moment, a soft moan slipped from Ava Sterling’s mouth, clearly reaching Poe Vaughn’s ears, causing his large hand on her neck to pause.
It was in this pause that Ava Sterling became presumptuous.
She kissed his Adam’s apple, kissed his body, her hand uncontrollably reaching into his shirt, acting recklessly inside.
Poe Vaughn’s body tensed, the dark night surged in his eyes, a frightening aura spreading out.
Ava Sterling was conscious; she knew exactly what she was doing, she knew she shouldn’t be doing this.
She had to run, had to leave this place quickly.
But she couldn’t control herself, even hearing demonic words in her head: Oh, those solid eight-pack abs, surely the result of frequent exercise, so well-defined!
Those strong arms, muscles taut, so powerful, must look very sexy when unclothed!
Oh! That prominent Adam’s apple, angular, definitely a man’s man!
Her lips were suddenly captured in a kiss, carrying a faint scent of tobacco, a light touch of whiskey, strong and domineering, igniting a fire in Ava Sterling’s heart!
Fit and substantial, the epitome of a man, what reason did she have to refuse?
Suddenly, her rational thoughts were overtaken by irrational impulses, Ava Sterling forget everything, holding tightly onto the person in front of her, burning together with him...
The doorbell rang, Ava Sterling frowned and pulled up the quilt to cover her face.
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Steam wafted out, accompanied by a tall, long-legged figure loosely wearing a bathrobe emerging from inside.
Poe Vaughn was drying his hair and went to open the door.
"President Vaughn, the clothes have arrived."
The door opened, Quentin Quinn handed over two large bags.
Inside, one contained men’s clothes, the other women’s clothes.
Poe Vaughn took them, closing the door.
But even so, Quentin Quinn still caught sight of the disarray inside, men’s and women’s clothes strewn all over, the bed a mess, long lost its initial tidiness.
And he vaguely saw the person lying on the bed, though he couldn’t see the face, he could see the head of seaweed-like black hair, sparking countless imaginations.
Quentin Quinn was rarely stunned.
Because this was the first time he had seen a woman appear by President Vaughn’s side in all these years.
Floating in his mind was the chest exposed through the slightly open bathrobe, the scratch marks visible, Quentin Quinn averted his gaze and left.
Looks like the old lady’s wish is going to come true.
Ava Sterling was overwhelmed with fatigue, but could never sleep soundly, constantly hearing this sound or that sound.
Though these sounds were faint, to her utterly exhausted mind, they buzzed like mosquitoes around her ears, making it impossible for her to rest.
Finally, she couldn’t bear it anymore, abruptly sitting up and revealing herself: "Lauren, do you want to die?"
"Don’t you know I’m very tired? You keep making noise, do you believe I’ll dock your salary, your bonus?!"
Lauren Howell was Ava Sterling’s childhood friend, also her personal assistant, someone very close to her.
Poe Vaughn was buttoning his shirt, hearing Ava Sterling speak, he turned his gaze over.
The hair was thick and long, covering her front mostly, but the glowing white skin with dense marks was faintly visible.
This was an extremely alluring scene, Poe Vaughn’s gaze lingered for three seconds, then withdrew, continuing to button his shirt.
Ava Sterling didn’t hear a response, too tired to even open her eyes.
However, it seemed that because of her shout, the surroundings had quieted down.
She lay back down again, pulling up the quilt and continuing to sleep.
Only, she didn’t know if it was from the shout earlier or something else, her drowsiness wasn’t as heavy, and her throat felt unbearably dry.
Wanting to bear it and keep sleeping, but seemingly unable to, she stretched out her arms, hoarse as she called: "Lauren, get me some water..."
Poe Vaughn finished buttoning his shirt, fastening up to the first neck button, and then put on the suit jacket.
He put on his wristwatch.
Hearing the sound from the bed, unlike the earlier fiery temper, it now had a hint of tenderness and obedience.
He paused in his motion of putting on the watch, then, after fastening it, took a bottle of mineral water and placed it in Ava Sterling’s hand.
Ava Sterling was covering her face, waiting for the water to arrive, and it didn’t take long for the mineral water bottle to fall into her hand, faintly brushing against the other’s fingertips.
She didn’t think much of it, or rather didn’t notice at all, because the water was actually cold!
She immediately threw the water out, her eyes snapping open, fuming with anger: "Laura Sterling, do you have a death wish? Knowing full well I only drink hot water and you give me cold water, you’re doing it on purpose today..."
The words cut off abruptly.
Because she saw a pair of legs standing at the foot of the bed...