A One Night Stand With Her Ex Husband

"If I drink these, you won't bother Roy again, right?"

Cynthia glanced at the three glasses of red wine, which were filled to the brim, before looking up at the man sitting across from her, who wore a series of earrings in his left ear. She asked.

This man, Frank, has recently been the subject of a major interview for the magazine Cynthia works for. But in the course of his work he repeatedly tried to get close to her. Her colleague and friend, Roy, had been punished by Frank to help her, and even their camera had been smashed.

Meanwhile, that interview didn't go ahead, and their supervisor was unusually angry, leading to both her and Roy being punished.

Cynthia was here today to apologize for Roy and to try to persuade Frank to continue with the interview.

Frank, half-lying on the sofa, stared at her. She had a strikingly beautiful face, but it was her perfectly tailored suit that wrapped around her slender frame that caught his attention.

To him, she was even more enticing than women who wore barely anything at all.

His eyes briefly flickered with interest. He lounged casually on the sofa and flashed a confident, almost arrogant smile. "Of course. I never lie."

Cynthia picked up the glasses and drained them in one go, the crowd around them cheering.

She wiped her mouth with a napkin, then stood up and extended her hand towards Frank, still lounging lazily.

"So, the interview..."

Frank smirked, his lips curling into a mocking smile. Slowly, he stood up and grasped her soft hand, his voice filled with innuendo.

"We can continue. Your supervisor is smart, sending such a beautiful woman. How could I say no?"

Without warning, Frank tightened his grip, pulling Cynthia into his embrace. For a brief moment, she felt dizzy.

Then, she realized his hands were sliding down her waist, caressing her.

A husky voice whispered in her ear, "Sweetheart, if you're willing to spend the night with me here, I can buy your magazine company and give it to you. Do you want that?"

Cynthia felt disgust rise in her chest, but kept her smile intact. She pushed his hand away from her chest. "I didn't know I was worth that much."

She pushed him away and stepped back, only to bump into someone coming toward her. The impact felt like crashing into a wall.

When she turned around, the color drained from her face, turning it as pale as a ghost.

She never imagined she'd encounter him here, at this moment!

Her ex-husband, Lucien Brown, the man who had divorced her six years ago.

His words from that day still echoed in her ears.

"I'm giving you freedom, Cynthia. But remember, if I ever meet you again, you'll know what hell is!"

And now, the man who once swore to ruin her stood right in front of her.

His perfect face sent a sharp jolt through her, stirring her nerves. Everything else faded from her mind.