CEOs Love Blunder Her Sweet Revenge

Jon Matthews's touch sent a wave of shivers down Dayna Allen's spine as she lay tensely on the bed, her breath escaping in a soft moan.

"Already surrendering?" Jon teased, his voice a mix of amusement and provocation, his breath warm against her ear.

Dayna's fingers tightened around his arm, her nails pressing but failing to mark his skin, as he intensified his grip, his actions rougher than she'd anticipated. Overwhelmed, Dayna eventually lost consciousness.

When she awoke, the room was silent, Jon absent. On the nightstand beside her, a watch lay atop a check.

Rising, she caught sight of herself in the mirror, her skin a canvas of their fervor.

She understood the stark reality of her relationship with Jon—his interest was solely in her body. From the outset, she had approached him, driven by the desperation to secure funds for her mother's treatment. In return for his financial assistance, she had entered into a tacit agreement: she was his secret lover, nothing more.

Their interactions were strictly transactional, each encounter meticulously compensated. The check left beside the bed, a numerical reflection of Jon's satisfaction, was just another part of their unspoken contract.

The sound of the bathroom door snapped her back to the present. Jon emerged, the contours of his muscles highlighted by the beads of water that clung to his skin, a towel loosely hung around his waist. Yet Dayna's gaze was transient, her mind elsewhere.

She moved to lay out his clothes, her movements mechanical. Jon's visits were solely for his needs; he never stayed the night.

As she buttoned his shirt, careful not to linger on the feel of the fabric, Jon's eyes met hers in the mirror. "Not satisfied?" he inquired, a hint of mockery in his tone.

"No, it's too much," Dayna responded, her voice even, her stunning features composed. She hid her desperation well, her elegant demeanor masking the turmoil beneath.

Dayna wasn't aware of Jon's silent observation, concentrating instead on assisting him with his clothing.

His voice, suddenly serious, broke the routine of their usual silence. "I'm getting married."

His words hung heavy above her as Dayna looked up, a flicker of surprise crossing her features.

She had managed his schedule as his secretary, arranging the meetings with the potential matches his mother, Helena Matthews, had chosen. Yet, nothing had ever come of these setups. Dayna had assumed they were merely formalities Jon endured to appease his mother. Over time, she had dismissed them as inconsequential.

"Is she the daughter of the Pioneer Tech's CEO?" Dayna's voice was steady, devoid of emotion, though inside, a storm brewed. It was the most recent of the dates she had scheduled for him.

"That's right," Jon confirmed simply.

A dull pain throbbed in Dayna's chest, but she masked it well. "Congratulations," she managed to say, her voice a whisper of formality.

"Our families are having a formal meeting tomorrow night. I'll leave it to you." His tone was indifferent, the underlying order stark against the backdrop of their recent intimacy.

"Okay," Dayna replied, her voice a mere echo of resignation.