Chapter 1
For the past five years, as Antony Greer's secretary, Renee White had been both his subordinate and his personal bed warmer.
In the office, in the car, on the sofa, in the bathtub—even on the sink in a private party room—he was always pulling her into his arms whenever he wanted.
Renee had only come to drop off a document, but before she knew it, he had her pinned on his lap, one hand gripping her waist.
"Renee, you're my good girl."
Renee regretted listening to him, letting herself fall into this reckless indulgence.
But as his movements overwhelmed her, her thoughts blurred, and she found herself clinging to him, whispering softly, "Antony, slow down..."
Antony was ruthless when it came to this, his actions growing more forceful.
"Five years, and you're still not used to it?"
Renee, caught in the storm of his passion, couldn't even form words to beg. They broke apart before she could speak.
Who would've known that the proud, aloof CEO of Greer Group, Antony, was so fierce and dominant in bed?
"Baby, did you slip something into my drink? Why else can't I ever get enough of you? I almost wish I could die in your arms."
They were undeniably in sync in this regard, with Antony almost obsessed with her body.
Renee's body was completely limp, only able to stand with his support as she curled into him.
Once Antony had his fill, he straightened his clothes and returned to his usual cold, untouchable demeanor.
Renee leaned against the desk, her fingers shaky as she struggled to dress herself.
When she saw him reach for a document, as if about to dive back into work, she bit her lip, then quickly stepped forward and threw herself into his arms.
Carefully, she spoke up.
"Antony, I'm almost thirty. My family keeps pushing me to bring my boyfriend home to meet them, wanting me to settle down soon. I was wondering when you might have some time?"
The lingering desire in Antony's eyes disappeared instantly.
His face turned cold, and his tone grew stern.
"Renee, personal matters aren't to be discussed during work hours."
Renee's face turned pale.
Then, Antony leaned in, taking her chin in his hand and tilting her head back.
After a brief kiss on her lips, he affectionately nipped at her lower lip.
As he saw her dazed expression, the coldness in his face faded, replaced by a faint smile.
"Renee, it's not for you to bring this up first.
"Good girl, go back to work now."
His voice, tinged with a familiar affection, made Renee's heart finally settle.
She straightened her clothes, quickly tidied up the papers on his desk, and then turned to leave.
Just then, Antony's friend, Ramon Johns, arrived. As he passed by, his eyes casually swept over her, and he gave her a smile and a nod.
Renee didn't think much of it. She led him inside, closed the door behind her, and was about to leave when she suddenly heard Ramon's strange, teasing laugh from within.
"Antony, this little secretary really listens, huh? Didn't even bother with underwear? That's bold.
"You two must have tried hundreds of positions by now, huh? You're really playing wild."
How could he know?
Renee's mind flashed back to the weird look Ramon had given her earlier.
It hit her like a thunderclap. She felt like she'd just been plunged into an icy abyss, her face burning with embarrassment—as if she were naked, running through the streets.
She had thought that the intimate moments she shared with Antony were private, just between the two of them. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine they'd become a topic of conversation with his friends.
The conversation inside the office continued.
"By the way, Kara's coming back soon. You begged her to marry you for ninety-nine days straight before she agreed to come back. Now that you've finally got her, why are you still messing around with Renee? Can't let go?"
Antony's lazy voice slipped through the crack in the door, calm and casual.
"It's just a bit of fun before the wedding. A woman like her, obedient and uninhibited, is a lot of fun. Kara's been pampered since she was little, and I can't bear to mess with her after we're married. I need to get it out of my system now."
Ramon chuckled.
"Well, that's good. Who wouldn't get bored after five years with the same mistress? If you don't switch things up soon, I'll start thinking you've fallen for Renee."
Renee couldn't bear to hear Antony's reply. She quickly shut the door and, her face pale, returned to her desk.
A pile of work was waiting for her, but at that moment, she couldn't focus on a single thing.
Antony was a well-known young entrepreneur in Yrada. He'd even come to her university to give a lecture.
Renee had sat in the audience for two hours, completely captivated by him. She admired him deeply and, later on, joined Greer Group through campus recruitment. A year later, she transferred to become Antony's personal secretary.