"Ow, be gentle!"

Natasya knew that the first time could be hurtful. Plus, the man above her was a little drunk and rash.

But he was gentle.

He guided her slowly, slips his lips on hers once more before opening her mouth with his tongue.

I felt him, skin to skin.

He runs his fingers through my hair. Then his hand is on my breast, thumb on my nipple.

"May I?" asked he.

"Yes." Natasya heard herself saying the word.

It was like a spell that freed a beast.

The man leaned down to kiss her again, hard. His fingers mirrored the actions of his tongue, inside her.

Natasya felt like falling apart beneath him... then she's coming again... the whole night.

He seemed to be moaning a name, but Natasya couldn't hear it clearly. She was overwhelmed by the sensation she was feeling.

......

Natasya Sinclair couldn't believe what happened.

She, an unknown intern in the Gordon Group, had slept with the president of the group, Christopher Gordon.

How did this happen?

It all started when Christopher got drunk at the company's annual party. She sent him back to his room, but unexpectedly, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply.

Natasya was also a little drunk, and she was so fascinated by the man's affectionate eyes that she forgot to struggle.

His eyes looked so familiar.

Then, the sex naturally happened.

She comforted herself. It's OK. Sleeping with your big boss once was not a big deal.

With the huge gap in their status, as long as she kept low-key as usual, Christopher wouldn't notice her.

After all, a president would never care about an intern?

She would take this night as a wild dream.

Natasya slowly got up, but did not turn to look at him.

She was afraid that if she took one more look, she would be reluctant to leave.

She quietly climbed out of bed and put on her clothes. Then, she dragged her feet out of Christopher's room, returning to her own.

The next day, the party ended, everyone left.

As Natasya was packing her luggage, she found that her phone was gone.

She instantly sobered up. She vaguely remembered that when she helped Christopher back to his room, her phone was still in her hand. She even checked the time on her phone.

It was at this moment that she knew she was doomed. She must have left her phone in his room!

Natasya exclaimed, "I'm doomed!"

If he found the phone, her identity would definitely be exposed.

What was she going to do?

Was Christopher going to fire her?

After all, sleeping with the president was a serious "crime".

Although he made the first move last night, she didn't push him away. In fact, she quite enjoyed the president's "service".

Thinking of this, Natasya felt hopeless.

She began to consider update her resume on job apps.

"Knock! Knock!"

Someone was knocking on her door. She was shocked and her heart was in her throat. Could it be that Christopher had come to end her?

She was too terrified to open the door, so she looked in the peephole.

Fortunately, it was not Christopher, but her superior, the director of the finance department, Boward Luther.

"Mr. Luther." She greeted him with a smile as she opened the door.

As she often took leave during her internship, Boward didn't like her. She had a lot of trouble getting along with him.

"How can you be so forgetful? If the waiter hadn't approached me, you would have lost your phone."

Boward threw the phone to her angrily. "What a fool! Lucky for you, it was only your phone, not company's documents. You wouldn't be able to pay for it even if you sell yourself!"

"What are you waiting for? Quickly go down and get ready to leave."

After that, he turned and left.

Natasya held her phone in a trance.

She eventually came to her senses. She figured that Christopher had passed her phone to the waiter and asked them to give it to her. If this was the case, it was obvious that he didn't want to talk about what happened last night.

Natasya breathed a sigh of relief. 

But for some reason, she felt an emptiness in her heart.

She had never expected to cross paths with Christopher in this lifetime.

Although he made her first time enjoyable and memorable, their status was so different that they were destined to be strangers in the future.

To her surprise, half a month after the incident, Natasya received a call. "Are you Natasya Sinclair?"

Natasya didn't answer immediately.

The voice of the other party was the voice that she had repeatedly recalled in the past half a month and had a deep memory of.

It was Christopher Gordon.