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Zayden's Perspective:

The elevator bell chimes, and I step out with my secretary following closely behind. My phone is glued to my ear as I engage in a call with a client.

I'm not just the CEO of Salespush Textile Ltd but also one of the youngest billionaires in America. I have ownership in multiple businesses across New York, New Jersey, Las Vegas, and even in China. The only heir to my billionaire father, I've inherited an empire.

"We'll schedule a meeting next week, Mr. Alexander. I'll have my secretary arrange the appointment," I confirm as I continue walking towards my office.

"Alright, thank you," I reply before ending the call.

It's only 11 am, and I've already attended two business meetings today: one within the company and the other outside. I return to my office with Chloe, my secretary, who appears less than thrilled as she clutches a pile of files, burdened with work before the day's end.

"Get those tasks completed and bring them to my office as soon as possible, Chloe," I pause and instruct her before entering my office.

Chloe nods, heading towards her own office, located in the opposite direction. I heave a sigh of relief as I enter my office. The exhaustion is already setting in.

It's been three months since I last had a proper break. My demanding workload is taking a toll on my health. Just yesterday, I was feeling unwell, possibly due to the immense pressure.

When I draw closer to my desk, I sink into my chair and spin it around after removing my coat.

I understand that maintaining my status as one of the youngest billionaires in New York and America comes with a price. I'm determined not to disappoint my father, who believes I couldn't maintain this position without his assistance.

My life is dominated by business meetings, constant strategy development for my companies, brainstorming new investment ideas, and the establishment of new businesses worldwide. I've already conquered markets in America and China, with India and the Philippines as my next targets. My dreams are ambitious, and I'm committed to making them a reality, no matter the sacrifices or time required.

The chair stops spinning, and I open my laptop to dive into my work. The last time I attended a party with Richard, I knew it might be the last for a while. My work doesn't afford me much time for leisure or enjoyment; I'm constantly on the grind, even when I'm at home.

Zayden's Perspective:

I'm engrossed in reviewing online files when a knock at the door draws my attention. I glance up and invite, "Come in."

The door swings open, and Mila enters gracefully. Shortly after, Chloe, my secretary, barges in, her breath heavy.

"I told her not to come in, sir," Chloe explains, struggling to catch her breath.

"It's fine; you can leave," I assure Chloe. She nods and gives Mila a frosty look before exiting.

"Hello, Zayden," Mila greets, smiling, as she approaches me.

"What brings you here, Mila?" I ask, all business. I have a packed schedule, and her presence could be a distraction.

"I came to see you, baby boy," she coos, circling my desk to stand right in front of me. "How's my baby doing?" She reaches for my mustache, but I swat her hand away in annoyance.

"I've told you off before. And how many times have I asked you not to enter my office like this?"

"Well, I did knock before coming in, didn't I?" She offers a mischievous smile.

I observe her closely. Her lips are painted red, and she's wearing a blue long-sleeved top with a black skirt that's far too short. I know her intentions.

To seduce me, as she always does. Mila's attire rarely extends beyond her thighs and backside when she bends down.

"Get out," I command.

"What?" She looks surprised by my directive, as if she's not used to hearing it. This isn't the first time I've asked her to leave. "I said get out, Mila. I'm busy."

"I know you're busy. I can wait for you, or I can come back later." Her voice takes on a sultry tone; it's a tactic she knows well.

"Don't wait. Just go."

"Really?"

"Really. Mila, please excuse me." I attempt to contain my frustration. She's becoming intolerable.

"What if I don't want to excuse you?" She folds her arms defiantly, seemingly ready to defy my attempts to remove her.

"I'll have to call security if you don't—" My words are cut short by her next move.

Mila unbuttons her shirt, exposing her cleavage. Her ample breasts captivate my attention as she bends down slightly to offer me an even clearer view. She playfully licks her lips, a seductive gesture that stirs arousal within me.

"You were saying something, Zayden," she interrupts my thoughts.

"Uh, yes. I asked you out," I mumble, attempting to regain my composure. My arousal is unmistakable.

"Oh," she stands upright and retrieves her bag, which I hadn't noticed when she entered.

"I'll see you around then." Mila sways her hips sensually as she struts toward the door.

The night I spent with a woman at the club three months ago awakened something dormant within me. My sexual urges have returned with a vengeance since then. I find myself engaging in casual sexual encounters with various women.

What I typically do is request that Richard arrange a one-night stand with a woman in my suite, and I would part ways with her the following day. However, Mila has been the exception; she keeps returning for more. She made my office fantasies a reality.

At the moment, I'm too aroused to let my ego stand in the way, so I call her back. "Wait."

I detect a sly grin on her face. Her ploy has worked, and she's gradually becoming a fixture in my life.

"Well, I have nothing to lose," I think to myself. "When I'm done with her, I'll cut ties."

She turns back around slowly. "Did you call me back?"

"Stop with the sarcasm, and yes, I called you," I reply, my irritation growing.

I stand up, and she eagerly rushes into my arms.

"I knew it. I know you can't resist me." She's bubbling with excitement.

Though tempted to push her away to prove that I can resist her, I'm exceptionally aroused, thanks to her. My pride takes a back seat as I strive to satisfy my desires. She's an attractive woman, but I feel nothing for her.

"You're always here when I need you," I remark, kissing her. She moans and hastily unbuttons her shirt. Our lips move with urgency, in sync. Mila is a passionate lover.

As her clothes fall to the floor, I turn her to face the desk. The realization of my fantasy begins again, with our shared moans filling the room for more than half an hour.