Pearl Harris couldn't believe she had made love with her boss, Oscar Brown.
She was Oscar's secretary, but she had another unknown identity: his wife. For years, they had never engaged in a sexual relationship.
Oscar had been drinking heavily, probably wasted. He held Pearl tight, grabbed her chin, and kissed her like there was no tomorrow.
Pearl moaned softly, her voice seductive, driving Oscar wild. He kissed her even more passionately.
Her professional suit was torn open, revealing her sexy legs in stockings, captivating Oscar's eyes. With a strong pull, the fabric ripped apart, tearing her stockings.
As he kissed her soft, sweet lips, he unhooked her bra. Her full breasts popped out, making Oscar's eyes widen as he leaned down to lightly bite her nipple.
The erect nipple enveloped in his warm mouth sent waves of exquisite pleasure through Pearl. Her body tingled as if electrified, her scalp tingling, toes curling, and soft moans escaping her crimson lips.
No man could resist such temptation.
Oscar lifted her slender legs, pulled down her panties, and felt her legs trembling. He tentatively slid his hand between her legs, gently massaging her sensitive clitoris.
Her love juices flowed uncontrollably, wetting his fingers. He scooped up a strand of transparent love fluid with his fingertips, leaving Pearl too embarrassed to look at him.
Suddenly, Oscar turned her face towards him. She looked at him in astonishment, and then he unexpectedly put that finger into her mouth. An indescribable taste spread, leaving Pearl stunned. Damn, not only did she not feel repulsed, she was even more excited!
Oscar was good at seduction. He quickly made Pearl relax, lie on the bed, spread her delicate legs, and beg him to enter her.
Grasping her slender waist, he thrust his hot manhood into her dripping love hole.
The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room as Oscar thrust into her passionately, causing Pearl to completely lose herself, her face filled with desire.
Pearl had never felt anything like this before.
In the height of passion, Oscar suddenly held Pearl gently and whispered, "Haley."
Pearl froze instantly.
Haley Garcia, his first love. He mistook her for Haley!
All the passion instantly faded, and Pearl felt her blood slowly turning cold throughout her body.
She forced a bitter smile, tears streaming down her cheeks, feeling a chill.
The next day, she woke up feeling sore all over.
Pearl rubbed her forehead and saw Oscar's sharp, handsome face. She hesitated for a moment.
He was still asleep, showing no signs of waking up.
Pearl sat up, got out of bed, and saw the clear bloodstains on the sheets, recalling the lovemaking scene from the night before.
It was almost time for work. She grabbed her disheveled professional attire and changed into it.
Pearl dressed neatly. Then she grabbed her bag and walked out.
She casually called over a beautiful woman and asked her to wait in the room until Oscar woke up.
Pearl did this just to prevent Oscar from knowing that they had a sex last night.
They had signed an agreement to keep their marriage a secret for three years before they could divorce. During this period, they had to maintain a superior-subordinate relationship, and neither could cross that boundary.
If Oscar found out they had made love, she couldn't imagine what would happen.
He would probably feel guilty towards Haley, right?
Pearl mocked. After she turned on the phone, she saw a message from her colleague.
[Big news! Haley has returned to the country with her fiancé! I'm a fan of hers. Have you listened to her new song?]
Seeing that message, Pearl opened her social media platform and was bombarded with a flood of push notifications, instantly understanding.
It turned out Oscar got drunk last night because Haley had returned with her fiancé.
Suddenly, Pearl felt a sourness in her eyes, she looked up to hold back the tears.
She had been his secretary for seven years and his wife for three, but throughout it all, his heart belonged only to Haley.
Suddenly, her colleague Queenie Smith sent her another message.
[Pearl, you should be with Mr. Brown, right? There's an urgent document that needs his review. I've had it sent over. Please hand it to Mr. Brown.]
Pearl furrowed. She didn't want to see Oscar at this moment.
A courier from the city quickly delivered the document. After Pearl signed for it, she stood at the room's doorway, hesitating for a long moment.
At this moment, a loud shout came from inside the room. "Pearl!"
Hearing Oscar's irritable voice, Pearl subconsciously pushed the door open and walked in.
"Mr. Brown, I've brought the document for you."
Oscar didn't respond, just stared at the trembling woman in the room and roared, "Get out!"
The woman dared not speak and looked at Pearl, feeling helpless.
Pearl signaled to the woman with her eyes, indicating she could leave.
"Sorry, Mr. Brown, I'll leave first." The woman fled in a panic.
Oscar sat on the bed, bare-chested, with ambiguous marks from the previous night still visible on his strong chest. His physique was perfect, with clean and beautiful muscle lines that were hard to ignore.
"Pearl, what happened last night?" Oscar looked at her delicate face, questioning coldly.
"Mr. Brown, I don't understand what you're talking about." Pearl hesitated for a moment, then decided to play dumb. "Last night, you were with that girl, right? It was just a drunken mistake, nothing serious."
She pretended well, but her disheveled breathing seemed to expose her guilt.
Oscar laughed even colder, his icy eyes staring at her sharply, as if trying to see through her. "Are you feeling guilty and unable to admit what happened last night?"
"Mr. Brown, I was busy working last night. I only came to bring you the document this morning." Pearl shook the document bag in her hand.
Oscar suddenly stood up, pressed her against the wall, and whispered in her ear, "Is that so? But why do I remember you being with me all night?"