Lethia watched as a woman with shoulder-length orange hair was tangled in an intimate act with four men.
She sat atop her desk—no, there was a man already seated on it, and she was sitting on his lap in reverse cowgirl position, his cock buried deep inside her.
With a sultry expression, she rolled her hips in slow, deliberate circles, her face twisted in pure bliss.
"Fuck you, Callista—hah—can your dick-starved pussy give me a mercy today? Hah—arghh..." The man beneath her groaned, his voice trembling with a mix of pleasure and pleading.
Two other men stood on either side, each hungrily sucking on her breasts while her hands worked their hard lengths in steady strokes. A fourth man knelt between her thighs, his tongue greedily worshipping the soaked heat between her legs.
Lethia knew that what these five cum-drenched bodies were doing was far from appropriate for anyone else to witness.
And yet, she couldn’t look away—not because of the act itself, but because of the expression on the woman’s face. There was no shame, no hesitation, only raw, unfiltered pleasure, completely owned and embraced. It was captivating.
But still, Lethia’s mind reeled, struggling to comprehend that she was witnessing this right before her eyes. She spun around abruptly, forcing herself to breathe evenly, though the wild moans and slick, obscene sounds behind her only made her pulse race.
What shocked her even more, however, was Renar who casually lounging on the sofa, watching the debauched scene unfold as if it were an everyday performance, something meant to be observed without shame.
"What the hell are you doing?" Lethia snapped, eyes wide with disbelief as she turned to him.
"Come sit!" Renar patted the sofa beside him, motioning for Lethia to take a seat.
"Are you crazy? We should go!"
"And miss the chance to meet her? She’s not someone you can just run into easily."
"But—"
"Aaahhh... Oohhh... You should listen to her, Ren... Or are you enjoying the view? Aaaahhh..." Callista moaned mid-sentence, speaking directly to Renar as pleasure twisted her voice.
"Not my fault. If you didn’t want an audience, you should’ve locked the door."
"My pussy... Aaahh arrghh... d–drenched faster than... Ngghh... my mind for locking the door. Next time I... Oh fuck! I’m... I... Aarrgghhhhhh... Aaahhh..."
Lethia heard the deep, drawn-out moans and the guttural growls of the men, and she didn’t need to turn around to know they had all reached their climax. Her heart raced, and she felt a strong urge to run from the situation.
She swallowed hard, flicking a glance at Renar, who remained utterly unfazed, his expression unreadable. So different from the way he had unraveled beneath her last night. Maybe the omega fragrance really did work, dulling his sensitivity to her scent.
From the sounds behind her, Lethia could tell the five of them were finished. Slowly, she turned her head, catching sight of Callista casually wiping herself clean with a handful of tissues before buttoning up her shirt and smoothing down her skirt.
Deciding there was no point in standing awkwardly any longer, Lethia sat beside Renar.
"So, what does my annoying cousin want now..." Callista’s words trailed off as she stole a glance at Lethia, freezing for a split second before a slow smile spread across her lips.
"Ah... It’s her... the stiletto woman who beat Caelum’s ranking on the trend."
She leaned back against the sofa, arms folded, her gaze dragging over Lethia from head to toe—assessing, scrutinizing. It made Lethia’s skin prickle with discomfort.
"Lethia, this is Callista, the General Manager of Lykon Haven." Renar’s tone was as stoic as ever as he introduced Lethia, prompting her to nod with a forced, awkward smile.
"Can you help her? She wants to work as an executive aide for the election." Renar got straight to the point as Callista’s men left the room.
"Hm? So Caelum was right about you changing. Since when did you become a damn job recruiter, Ren?" Callista chuckled, her tone laced with mockery. Lethia could tell she enjoyed teasing him.
"That big-mouthed brat must’ve already told you she’s under my watch, right? And you must be running short on staff soon, especially with the three of us joining this election. I—"
"If you think that just because you’re asking, she’s automatically getting the position as your personal aide, you’re dead wrong if you assume I’d let that kind of blatant favoritism slide."
"Uhm... excuse me." Lethia, quick to catch on, immediately cut in. "I have no idea what kind of power play you two are talking about, but if you think I applied for this job just to be his personal assistant, I could do that far better at his penthouse. So no, I need this job for myself, not to be his little secretary."
Callista let out a laugh, genuinely amused. "Oh... I like you." She kept giggling until tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.
Renar clicked his tongue in frustration. "As much as I like having you close to me, that’s not what I meant. But if possible, I want you to be assigned to Tuffin’s men only. I can’t let anything happen to you before... the test results come out."
"And what makes you think Tuffin’s men are any less dangerous than the others? Oh, you have no idea how Caelum rambles about wanting to take her to his bed every damn night."
Callista’s words made Lethia’s stomach churn. The fact that they could talk about things like this so casually right in front of her left her speechless.
But no, what unsettled her even more was the fact that the top celebrity apparently spent his nights being horny over her.
"She’s pregnant. So wouldn’t it be best for her to stay close to me as her doctor?"
"No." Lethia cut in sharply. "I’m the only one who knows what’s best for me. So I don’t care whose aide I have to be, as long as I get the job... with or without the proper way. And Renar, I can take care of myself. You don’t need to worry about your lab rat getting hurt."
Renar stared at her, disappointment flickering in his eyes, speechless. He never saw her as a lab rat, no matter how much she said it over the past days.
But he also didn’t know what, exactly, he did see her as.
His body needed her, wanted her, but calling her his mate wasn’t something he could accept.
He never believed in fated mates in the first place. And more than that, he respected her choices. So for now, all he could do was keep his mouth shut until the test results gave him the truth.
Renar never trusted feelings. If something couldn’t be rationalized, then to him, it didn’t exist.