5

Mila's POV

Sex with Zayden is consistently exhilarating, and I can't seem to get enough of him. It's been a week since we indulged in an office affair, and I'm eagerly anticipating more of these rendezvous.

A satisfied grin plays on my lips as I drive into the company premises. I've got plans, and I'm steadily working towards them. If everything goes my way, Zayden will be mine for good. This is the dream I'm chasing.

I've dressed in a brown straight skirt paired with a white blouse. My black stiletto heels and light brown handbag complete my attire, matching the elegant look I want to project. I know Zayden will be inside; he's a dedicated workaholic.

The night Zayden and I first crossed paths, we were strangers, yet he looked oddly familiar. I discreetly snapped a picture of his handsome face while he slept, and I headed home the next day after a passionate night together.

When my mother saw his picture on my phone, she recognized him. It turns out that Zayden's father and my father used to be business partners, and I'm well aware this connection will work to my advantage. However, Zayden remains oblivious to this fact, and I have no intention of revealing it until the time is right.

My ultimate goal is to get him hooked, and I plan to achieve this by becoming pregnant with his child. That's my mission, and I'm determined to see it through.

I offer a polite smile to the receptionist, cultivating a friendship with her as part of my plan. I gather valuable information through her and provide her with a monthly stipend.

Over the past three months, even when she hasn't shared any useful information, I've been paying her. I can't afford for her to slow me down with questions, so I make my way towards the elevator.

My pace slows as I spot an older man who bears a striking resemblance to Zayden. He's engaged in a handshake with another elderly gentleman, standing close to the elevator. My initial impulse is to greet him, making my presence known, but I reconsider. It's impossible to step into the elevator without him noticing me. We know each other.

I glance towards the staircase, mentally calculating how long it will take to reach Zayden's office. I'm aware that his father is here to see him, and I feel a sudden urgency. He must see us together.

Without further hesitation, I dash for the staircase. Zayden's office is on the second floor, and I push myself to run, relieved that no one is around to witness my hurried sprint. The thought of someone seeing me in this moment is quite embarrassing.

A few minutes later, I arrive at the office, gasping for breath as if I've just run a marathon. Without wasting another second, I push the door open, relieved that Chloe isn't at her desk today.

Zayden, looking up in surprise, says, "Mila?" It's clear he didn't expect to see me, but he should get used to my presence when he least expects it. I always appear at the right moments, whenever he needs a woman for intimate encounters.

With a cheeky grin and still catching my breath, I walk over to his desk and settle onto his lap. I can already anticipate the questions he'll have about why I'm here and sweating profusely. I can also sense that he's on the verge of scolding me, so I take a different approach – I kiss him. After all, this is why I'm here.

Feeling his arousal pressing against me, I can't contain my excitement. My hands start to explore his body, tracing his biceps and admiring his muscular hands. My mouth moves to his earlobe, where I bite it gently, and then I pepper kisses all over his face and neck.

"Mila?" Zayden groans, shutting his eyes, only to open them when I cease my attentions. We find ourselves locked in a lingering gaze. I adore everything about him, and I'm determined to make him mine. I intend to captivate him with something that will bind us forever, and I'm ready to do whatever it takes to make Zayden my husband. He is my prince charming, my knight in shining armor, the one I've been waiting for all my life.

After Alex left me, I thought I'd never love anyone as deeply as I loved him, but I was mistaken. Now, I find myself utterly captivated by the man whose very presence makes my heart race without pause.

Since parting ways with Alex, I've been a regular at parties, until I met Zayden. His mere gaze can render my legs as wobbly as a jellyfish, his touch sets my heart ablaze, and his kisses illuminate the darkest corners of my life. How could I let him slip through my fingers?

I know he doesn't love me the way I love him, but I'm determined to change that. I recognize that all Zayden initially wanted was a one-night stand, but I want every night with him. I want to hold him close, taste him, and savor him every single day of my life.

This is my one desire, and I'm ready to take any steps necessary to make it a reality.

Bending my head down to kiss him again, he moves his mouth, and my kiss lands on his cheek. I send him a cold glare.

"What are you doing here this early?" Zayden asks in a husky voice. I secretly revel in the desire evident in his voice, and I know he's already in the mood. I'm seated on his lap, my legs apart, with his hardness brushing against a particularly sensitive part of my body.

"I missed you, that's why I'm here," I reply with a sweet smile.

"You know I don't joke about my work. You should always call before coming here," he says. Surprisingly, his reprimand lacks its usual harshness, and I appreciate that. His arousal seems to be clouding his judgment.

"You should get going. I have a lot of work to do," he insists, trying to push me away, but I'm not budging. He gazes at me, and I kiss him again. I'm aware the door is opening, and I pretend not to notice.

I'm confident it's his father entering, and that's precisely what I want. I want his father to witness us together; it will serve my plan well.

We hear an applause, and I quickly rise from his lap, tidying my disheveled hair before turning to face him. Zayden remains seated, making no attempt to move, and he regards his father with an indifferent expression.

"Mila?" he calls out when he spots me. His surprise at my presence is evident.

"Mr. Tristan," I offer a polite greeting with a warm smile. "I apologize for any inconvenience, sir." I grab my bag and make my way towards the exit where he's still standing.

"I never knew you and Zayden were acquainted," he mentions, a comment that puts me at ease.

"Yes, sir, we know each other," I say, offering a shy smile. He nods, his smirk revealing the striking resemblance between father and son, a detail I hadn't initially noticed when I first encountered Zayden.

"I'll be on my way, sir."

"Goodbye, dear. Please give my regards to your father," he says, patting my shoulder.

"Yes, sir," I respond, then turn to look at Zayden. "Goodbye, love." I wink at him before leaving.

Plan A has been executed successfully; it's time to move on to Plan B, and a triumphant smirk plays on my lips as I contemplate the next step.