A Second Chance: The Billionaire's Quest for Forgiveness

The sound of a shower comes from the bathroom. Prisley sits up from the bed, her waist-length hair streaming down her back, glistening in the afternoon sun. She is always so beautiful and charming.

Here is the cubicle of Prisley's office. As the assistant and secret lover of Heather Rynn, the president of the Warner Group, she has just finished her job -- catering to him and pleasing him in bed.

There is a 5-year contract between Prisley and Heather. During the contract period, Prisley is Heather's lover. But she has to imitate Heather's ex-girlfriend, both in dressing style and makeup.

Heather is always satisfied with Prisley. She is smart, good-natured and capable of working. In addition, she knows how to please him.

But surprisingly, Heather didn't take Prisley with him on this business trip. When he returns today, he is really enthusiastic. He pulls Prisley into her office cubicle, pins her behind the door, and kisses her hard, as if to make up for the days he was gone.

He thrusts hard, venting all his lust and desire on her slender body, making her moan beneath him. They linger on the bed for a long time before he reluctantly lets her go, still unsatisfied.

Prisley has a feeling that Heather is a little abnormal today, but she can't figure it out.

The sound of shower stops. Heather comes out half wrapped in a towel. He is well defined, with 6-pack abs and Adonis belt, all glistening faintly in the thin mist.

His chiseled, as movie-star handsome face, is something Prisley can never get enough of looking at. His deep eyes, fading from earlier lust, become cold and aloof.

The smell of hormones on his body is a kind of titillation to Prisley, that can always arouse her lust, more or less.

So when Heather asked Prisley to be his secret lover 4 years ago, Prisley agreed immediately. How many women would dream of a night with such an excellent man? She wouldn't be stupid to turn down such an opportunity.

Prisley takes out a shirt from the closet and helps Heather to put it on.

"Your meeting with David starts at 2:30." She speaks out his schedule for the afternoon.

"The contracts and documents accumulated these days are on your desk. I've sorted them by urgency."

"Your meeting with Mr. Redford is canceled. His secretary called to reschedule it to Friday morning."

"And I'll talk to you later when you are free about the personnel issue of Warner Technology ."

Heather looks at her with warmth in his eyes. "Prisley, you are my best assistant."

He embraces her and kisses her earlobe, then her neck, then her collarbone, working his way down. Prisley breathes heavily. Heather really knows how to seduce her.

Oh no, this isn't the time! Prisley says to herself. She pushes Heather away with her last shred of sobriety. "Stop! Heather," She pants, "it's working hours now. You'll be busy this afternoon." She says in a shaky voice.

Heather's lips curve in a faint smile. He kisses her hard on the lips and walks out.

Prisley gets dressed and goes into the office area. She wears a well-fitting business suit and high heels, with her long hair tied up in a bun, looking confident and capable.

The President's Secretariat is strangely quiet. The staff doesn't seem as busy as usual. Several girls are standing in front of a computer screen, whispering.

"WTF? The juicy gossip about our boss?"

"Ex-girlfriend... left 4 years ago... She's the eternally unattainable!"

"I bet our boss will make up with her."

"Don't you think Filla looks like our Prisley?"

"Not very much. Prisley is pretty and nice. But Filla looks scheming and clings to men."

"She is said to be a talent in the investment industry. I don't believe it."

Prisley walks in. "Girls, time to work now. What are you looking at?"

The secretaries quiet down and return to their seats.

There is a news page with a blurry photo on the screen. Prisley recognizes at a glance that it is Heather. The woman sitting with him should be Filla, the one she has been imitating for years. They hold hands and look at each other lovingly. Prisley feels a sting in her eyes.

She reads the headline:

* The CEO of the Warner Group Enjoys Evening With Mystery Woman

* Investment Talent Filla Focuses on Domestic Market

...

Prisley closes the web page.

Filla was Heather's ex-girlfriend since college. More than 4 years ago, Heather was injured in a car accident and fell into a coma for months. Filla left him and married a wealthy businessman overseas. Fortunately, Heather managed to wake up. After a short period of depression, he signed the contract with Prisley.

She's back... Then what am I? A third party in their relationship? Sadness arises in her heart.

After all these years of being together, she has fallen in love with Heather, but she can't let him know. Because in Heather's eyes, she is just party B to the contract. He certainly doesn't want to get involved with her beyond that. He doesn't want to talk about feelings when he can solve things with money.

Prisley quickly turns her attention to her work.

"Eric, is the report ready? The meeting is about to start."

"Just finish reviewing the data."

"Send me a copy."

"Lisa, revise the contract with Exlon Company and give it to me an hour later."

"Tom, have you finished reading the business plan from SSA Company? Give me a report after the president's meeting."

Prisley is like a precise clock, busy and accurate, doing her job as assistant to the president's perfectly. The emotional pain is well hidden beneath her strong exterior.

Prisley returns to her office. She takes out several jewelry boxes out of the drawer and looks a little lost.

There are all kinds of jewelry in the boxes, rings, necklaces, earrings, brooches, hair accessories and so on, with and without gemstones. They are all high-end items from big brands, sparking in the box.

Prisley likes simple style of clothing. She only wears jewelry when she goes out to socialize with Heather.

She takes out a ring out of the box and plays with it in her hand. It is a double-circle ring with special patterns engraved on it. She puts it on her middle finger and puts the boxes in a paper bag.

"Heather, the meeting with Denis is in 15 minutes in the first conference room . The latest data is out, I'll send it to you later."

"OK." Heather looks at the files in his hand, not even lifting his head.

Prisley puts the bag of jewelry boxes on his desk, then hands him a piece of paper.

"Mr. President, I don't think it suitable for me to stay with the company." Her voice is firm, but her heart is tumultuous.

"Thank you for your generosity, but they are not mine. I'll only keep this ring with me," She shows the ring on her finger.

Heather glances at the paper and knows what she's thinking in half a second, "Take it back. Everything stays as it is." His voice is cold.

"She's back, isn't she? So... I'm no longer needed." Prisley's voice trembles slightly.

Prisley looks a lot like Filla. That is one of the reasons Heather chooses her as his contract lover.

At first, Heather asks Prisley to deliberately imitate Filla's dress and makeup and become a replica of Filla. Although Prisley feels a little humiliated, she has to do it, as it is part of the contract.

Fortunately, after Prisley gradually gains Heather's trust, she can choose her own way of dressing.

Heather looks up at her, "Yes, she is back, but it has nothing to do with you. And the contract period has not yet expired. Give me a reason to terminate it."

Heather stares coldly at Prisley and tears the paper to pieces.

Prisley clearly remembers every clause of the contract. If she unilaterally suspends the contract, she will have to pay a huge penalty. She knows it is a tyrannical contract, but how can she possibly sue him in court for these unfair terms?

"It will be embarrassing for me. She is the cause of our contract. I hope you can understand my feelings..." Prisley's eyes turn red with sadness.

"I don't have to understand, and I don't care."