Penny stared at the nothingness, her hair a mess. Her eyes were blank, with no thoughts in her mind, and it felt as though her eyes were about to drift apart.
Zoren tilted his head in front of her, his feet resting outside the bed. He was already in a suit, though his buttons weren’t done up.
"Good... morning?" he greeted, watching her blink and slowly refocus her gaze. "Penny, are you okay?"
Was she okay?
Penny looked at her husband before scrunching her nose. She bobbed her head, examining him up and down, and gasped.
Her husband was glowing; he looked more vibrant than ever! And here she was, her muscles aching, especially her nether regions sore from all that pounding last night.
Overwhelmed by the emotions, Penny slapped his shoulder. "You said you’d be gentle! What you did wasn’t gentle!"
Her action made him flinch a little, holding his shoulder. "I tried... but you were..." He trailed off, thinking back to last night. A smile crept onto his face as he remembered her moans, how her mouth parted as she gasped for breath, her brows crinkling in pleasure, and how her eyes rolled back while he pounded into her tight walls.
"Delectable," he whispered, only to earn another slap on his shoulder. Looking back at her, he saw her flushed face.
"I need to work today," she breathed, clutching the blanket to her chest as she dragged herself out of bed. "New rule! No more sex after midnight! Goodness — ack! My back, my legs... my hips..."
Penny continued to grumble, pausing as she rose to her feet. She kept the big blanket around her, glaring back at him, then resumed her steps toward the bathroom.
"Delectable..." she grumbled as she approached the bathroom. "My legs hurt all over..."
Her steps slowed as she pursed her lips to stop the corners from curving up. Despite what she was saying, her eyes gave her away. He was right—last night was fantastic. Penny couldn’t help but giggle to herself before grumpily huffing and continuing on.
Meanwhile, Zoren kept his eyes on his wife’s back with raised brows.
"Pretentious, that’s what her brothers said," he murmured, smirking as he pushed himself up. "It’s cute, though."
It was a good thing Zoren hadn’t buttoned his shirt all the way up. It made it easy for him to take it off as he followed his wife into the bathroom, "ambushing" her there for a quick round. After all, she had said there was a new rule—no more sex after midnight. The only way to make up for that was to start early.
Wasn’t that what she was trying to tell him?
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Meanwhile, at another villa in Skyline Plaza...
Dean read the current news and affairs while sipping his coffee. However, his eyes showed displeasure as neither the news nor the coffee seemed to help. Soon, the newspaper crumpled in his hand.
"Jonathan Russel..." he hissed, dark energy seeping from his back as he thought about how Jonathan Pierson would be introduced as part of the family today.
Introducing Jonathan to the family and the company wasn’t the problem; that wasn’t what made Dean furious. What infuriated him was that he couldn’t do anything about it.
"That Zoren Pierson... what in the world is he thinking?" he hissed, growing angrier with every thought. "He should’ve just stepped down if he’s like that."
Dean huffed angrily, but then the doorbell rang. Deep lines appeared between his brows as he looked inside the house, even though he hadn’t been expecting anyone. However, considering that Old Mrs. Pierson was leaving the company, this shouldn’t have been a surprise. Some people from the First Branch—his parents included—would come to him to beg him one last time.
"I already rejected all of them last night..." he clicked his tongue, getting up from his chair to answer the door.
DING DONG!
Happening at the same time...
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