Jeremy had always maintained his integrity, which was why, despite the numerous women at the company who had shown interest in him, he remained unaffected. However, things had changed when Annabelle joined the company.
It was undeniable that Annabelle was stunning, with a figure that rivaled any celebrity’s. She was not only beautiful but also highly competent in her work. Compared to her, Natalie, a full-time housewife, couldn’t help but feel like she paled in comparison. What was worse was that Natalie had no idea of the change in Jeremy’s behavior.
On her way back home, Natalie, feeling defeated, sent a message to Skylar: “I struck out. The sexy outfit I bought went to waste. Jeremy had said he’d be leaving tomorrow, but he left today.”
After waiting a few minutes without receiving a reply from Skylar, Natalie assumed that Skylar was probably asleep and continued to mindlessly play with her phone.
At Mystic Bar, the dance floor was alive with flashing lights, and music filled the air. A woman’s voluptuous figure swayed to the beat, her movements fluid and confident. She danced closely with the men around her, occasionally brushing against them.
A man, clearly intrigued by her, gripped her slender waist and moved his hand upward. “Hey, beautiful, how about we head upstairs for some fun?”
Maisy hadn’t had this much fun in ages. She leaned against the man’s chest, a sly grin spreading across her face. “Got anything good to share?”
The man, a regular at the bar, recognized the underlying meaning in her words and smiled wickedly. “Of course. I’ve got some new things to try. How about we test them out first and then head upstairs?”
Maisy didn’t hesitate. She was no stranger to these kinds of situations. At home, she always played the good daughter, but tonight, she was ready to let loose and indulge in what she truly wanted. She could sense the lust in the man’s eyes as they danced, and she felt his muscular frame pressing against her. Tonight was going to be anything but dull.
Soon enough, Maisy found herself in a corner with something in her hand.
“Take it all,” the man coaxed.
Without a second thought, Maisy swallowed it all, then washed it down with a drink.
Meanwhile, in another corner, a man who had been drinking alone observed the scene, capturing everything with his phone.
Around the same time, Christopher arrived at the bar. He had been struggling to find work, and this place brought back memories of his time with Maisy. They had spent countless nights here together, indulging in everything the bar had to offer.
As he scanned the crowd, his gaze landed on Maisy, who was intimately drinking with another man. A surge of anger washed over him, and his eyes turned red with fury. If it hadn’t been for Maisy’s constant manipulation, he might still be with Skylar. Yet here she was, acting as though everything was perfectly fine, freely indulging in another man’s company.
With gritted teeth, Christopher marched over, determined to confront her. But just as he was getting close, Maisy and the man entered the elevator, heading to the eighth floor. The elevator doors began to close, but Christopher quickly slipped inside after them.
He lowered his hat to cover half of his face, and watched as Maisy and the man kissed passionately, unaware of his presence.
When they reached the eighth floor, the two of them rushed into a pre-booked room. In their haste, they didn’t even notice that the door wasn’t properly closed, and the room key card had fallen out.
Had they been more aware, they would have realized the details they missed.
Christopher, holding his phone, crept into the bathroom, setting up his camera to record the debauchery unfolding between the two.
Meanwhile, Skylar had just finished her shower and stepped out, wearing her new swimsuit. Her long hair fell casually over her shoulders.
Unlike the revealing swimsuit she had worn earlier, this one, provided by the staff, was modest, yet still managed to flatter her figure. The soft yellow color complemented her skin tone beautifully.
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