A Second Chance: The Billionaire's Quest for Forgiveness

Heather Rynn, the CEO of Warner Group, had been on a five-day business trip and was returning today. Unusually, this time, he didn't take his assistant, Prisley, with him.

Prisley had prepared the CEO's office with freesia flowers. Their subtle fragrance lingered in the air. Heather liked this scent.

In her own office, Prisley straightened her hair with a flat iron, then put it up in a high bun. Her original hair was long with golden slightly curly locks. But for the past four years, she had always styled it straight, trying to look like a specific woman, including her way of dressing and behavior.

Once her hair was done, Prisley sprayed some perfume into the air above her. She walked through the mist, frowning slightly. She didn't like this perfume, but she had to cater to Heather.

Yes, this was also part of her job. She was not only Heather's assistant but also his secret lover, bound by a five-year contract. It was her duty to be in her best condition before his return.

The assistant's office door was knocked, and as it opened, Heather appeared outside. He wore a sharp tailored suit, with the cuffs and tie perfectly. Everything was accentuating his tall and upright stature as well as angular face.

His slender light-colored eyes looked calmly at her, yet hinted an undercurrent.

Prisley couldn't hide her joy and greeted him, "Mr. Rynn, how was your trip?"

"Not bad," he replied flatly.

The door closed, and Prisley found herself pressed against the wall. His long and elegant fingers touched her face, sliding down to her lips.

"Haven't seen me for a few days, and now you act so distant?" He said with a slight smile, with a flicker of fire in his eyes.

Heather's gaze was captivating, enough to stir any woman's heart.

Everything was as it should be: her appearance, her scent, unchanged over the past four years. He had always been pleased with her.

Prisley shyly lowered her head. "It's better to maintain a proper distance when we are at work."

"Distance? I prefer zero distance, or even negative distance," he teased.

"What's negative distance?"

Before Prisley could figure it out, Heather's lips were on hers, hard and demanding.

One moment he was the epitome of elegance, the next, a beast.

"Mr. Rynn, it's almost work time..." Prisley tried to protest, but her words were swallowed by another heated kiss.

Maybe the days apart had intensified Heather's desire for Prisley. He seemed even more passionate than usual. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, her breathing erratic, and she leaned weakly against his chest.

Heather lifted her onto the bed in the cubical of the office. His kisses trailed over Prisley's body, sending shivers through her. She tensed up. Her breathing was heavy. She held him tightly and her body responded to him.

With one thrust, Heather was fully inside her. Prisley let out a moan. Heather leaned close to her ear. "Did you miss me?" His deep and magnetic voice sent electric currents through her, making her shiver.

"Yeah..." she managed to whisper.

Heather smiled and continue his move, more wildly than usual. Prisley's body grew hotter, the electricity from Heather almost burning her. Pleasure washed over her, making her moan even louder.

But they were in her office; she couldn't let anyone hear. She bit her lip to stifle her intense joy. Heather's thrusts became faster and wilder, and she trembled, feeling like she was melting.

Prisley gasped, her eyes glazed. Her slender fingers traced the contours of Heather's muscles. His desire grew with every touch. The small space filled with raw and primal passion.

Prisley moaned softly with his thrusts. "Why are you biting your lip?" Heather asked playfully. "Let me hear you."

"I don't... want to be... heard..." Prisley forced out.

"So what?" he smirked, thrusting harder.

"Mm... Mm...mmm...!"

Overwhelming pleasure surged through her. Prisley bit her lip hard, muffling a scream. Her face and chest flushed with excitement, adding to her allure.

Heather didn't let her speak, driving her to climax. Prisley collapsed onto the bed, barely conscious. "Heather, are you crazy today?"

Heather didn't reply, holding her tightly and giving her a deep kiss before heading to the bathroom. Prisley lay there, reliving the wild moment. Something seemed off about Heather today, but she couldn't pinpoint it.

The shower stopped, and Heather emerged, a towel around his waist. His proportions were perfect, with sharply defined muscles resembling sculpted marble. His six-pack and V-shaped lines glistened faintly in the thin mist, exuding a wild surge of hormones. His angular cheeks rivaled those of any A-list celebrity.

"How's the company been?" Heather asked casually, as if he didn't care about the answer.

"Everything's fine. Worried I couldn't handle it?" Prisley smiled at him.

"No, never worried about that." He kissed her lightly, his previous passion gone, replaced by his usual cold demeanor.

This was his normal state.

Four years ago, Prisley made it through the final round of interviews from a large pool of applicants. The CEO, Heather, personally interviewed her and asked if she would sign a five-year lover contract with him, offering a substantial sum of money.

Prisley had just graduated from college at that time and had a lot of student loans. Her mother's death had left her with even more debt. It was hard to resist the temptation of money and the handsome CEO.

Such a perfect man, many women would die for. She signed the contract without hesitation.

Prisley took a clean shirt from the closet and helped Heather put it on, listing his afternoon schedule:

"There's a meeting with David this afternoon."

"You have a stack of contracts and documents from your trip. I've sorted them by priority."

"I rescheduled the meeting with Mr. Redford to the day after tomorrow."

From the obedient kitten on the bed, Prisley turned into a competent executive assistant.

Heather's eyes were tender. He kissed her earlobe, then her collarbone, moving downward.

"Prisley, you always make my life easier." Prisley's breathing grew heavy, and she pushed him away. "Heather, it's time for work. You have a busy afternoon."

She adjusted his tie and collar, stepped back to admire his impeccable appearance, and urged him to leave.

Watching Heather's back as he left, Prisley smiled. Four years had passed, and they had shared so many sweet moments in this small cubicle.

She was very clear about her role as a stand-in. Heather needed her only for physical pleasure. He didn't love her. He loved the body that matched his so well in bed.

Heather wouldn't even make love to her in his own office.

Thinking of this, Prisley felt a little down. She shrugged it off, telling herself, "It's fine, as long as I'm getting paid. Besides, he's perfect in bed. If he were another man, I'd even pay him."

She walked into the bathroom to clean herself. As water cascaded over her body, she realized there was only a year left on their contract. Would Heather renew it? He was such an outstanding man, she didn't want to let go.

Prisley dressed up and walked to the office area. She looked sharp and efficient. She wore high heels and a fitted business suit. Her hair was made in a bun.

The secretaries in the executive office were not as busy as usual. A few girls gathered around a computer screen, whispering.

"Didn't expect to hear gossip about the boss."

"His girlfriend from four years ago, she was his ultimate sweetheart."

"Why aren't you working? What's so interesting?" Prisley joked, walking over. The girls fell silent and returned to their desks.

Prisley saw a blurry photo on the screen but instantly recognized Heather. In the photo, Heather and a woman held wine glasses, gazing into each other's eyes. Prisley's eyes stung.

Her gaze dropped to the headline:

"Warner Investment Group CEO spotted with mystery woman. "

"Old flames rekindled after four years?"

She was back, the woman Prisley had been imitating!