Helen’s POV:
The sound of George‘s deep, hoarse voice laced with exhaustion resonated over the phone.
"Helen, would you like to go home by yourself or do you want me to pick you up?" I couldn‘t bring
myself to face him, because I actually felt a little guilty when I heard his voice.
"I‘ll go home in a few days."
On the surface, we seemed like we respected each other and got along.But after this incident, we both
knew that it had left lingering scars in our hearts.
We were both inept at expressing ourselves and our emotions, so we were always dealing with them
on our own.
Until now, I wasn‘t ready to face him.And in all honesty, I wouldn‘t know how to face him.
Perhaps living apart for a while would be the best course of action for our relationship.
"Do you need me to remind you who you are, Mrs.Affleck?"
All of a sudden, I heard his voice again; not from the phone, but in reality.His voice was followed by the
sound of steady footsteps coming from behind me.I looked over my shoulder and found George,
approaching me with a phone still in his hand.
It turned out that he had been waiting for me outside the apartment building all this time.
With every step, he drew closer until he finally halted in front of me.I stared at him, dazed for a
moment.
Exhaustion could still be seen on his face, but he looked much better than the last time I saw him.He
smiled at me, gazing into my eyes.
At this point, I was tongue–tied.
A faint smile suddenly appeared on his lips.
Gently, he ruffled my hair and held up my face; all while maintaining eye contact.
"What‘s wrong? It‘s only been a few days, and you‘re already looking at me like I‘m some sort of
stranger.Why is that?" asked George.
His words pulled me back to reality, leaving me powerless.I had gotten accustomed to the fact that he
never played by common sense, so I wasn‘t that surprised to see him now.
Perhaps he figured out that I would still go back to my own apartment today, so he waited for me here.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, staring back at him.
"I‘m here to see my runaway wife," George quipped.
More at ease than the last time he was here, he pulled me into his arms and embraced me.
The stubble on his chin grazed against my face.
"I‘ve solved the problem," he whispered to my ears.
He was always like this.
No matter what was happening, he was always so composed as long as he was with me.
No matter what he had been through, he would just keep it to himself and never bring it home.
"I see," I replied flatly.
When the elevator‘s doors opened again and we‘d reached our floor, I pushed him away and went
straight to my apartment.
After opening the door with the key, I walked inside, followed by George.
George took off his suit jacket and hung it on the coat rack along with my coat.
Then, he rolled up his sleeves and headed directly for the kitchen.He probably knew that my fridge was
empty by now, so he swung by the groceries store before coming to my apartment.He was now holding
a bag of fresh ingredients.
A few minutes later, he had stuffed my fridge to the brim and started to cook.I hadn‘t eaten his cooking
for a long time.
Both my stomach and heart were greatly satisfied, but I still tried acting like it was nothing.
"I‘ll be staying here for a few days.You can go home," I said as I looked at George coming out of the
kitchen after washing the dishes and drying his hands.
"If you don‘t wanna go home yet, it‘s fine.We can just stay here at your place," he said.
The sound of his deep voice was so tantalizing to me.I knew him well enough to know that once he had
made a decision, he wouldn‘t listen to me no matter how hard I objected.
Thus, I didn‘t argue with him anymore.
Thereafter, I went back to my room and worked on the due diligence report, while George leaned
against the headboard of the bed and read.
The only sound that could be heard inside the room was the clacking of keyboards and turning of
pages.
By the time I was done working, the sound coming from behind me had dissipated.I looked back and
saw that George had drifted into sleep.
His breathing was steady, and he seemed so relax.He was sleeping soundly, as far as I could tell.
I took the book from his hand, placed it on the nightstand, turned off the bedside lamp, and lay down
beside him.
After a long and grueling day, I was now having a hard time keeping my eyes open.
The moment I lay beside him, he embraced me like he always did.
Instead of struggling this time, I nestled into his embrace to make myself feel more comfortable.
Pretty soon, I, too, drifted into sleep.
Perhaps due to the fact that George was around, I slept soundly that night..
When it was almost the break of dawn, a feeling of suffocation doused me, and it felt like there was a
shadow looming above me.
I opened my eyes at once, only to find that George was already awake and staring at me, seemingly in
a good mood.
My lips felt a little numb.
It was then that I noticed that his lips looked moist.
The light peered through the curtains, illuminating his lips.
That was when I understood why I felt suffocating earlier.
I glared at him to make him know that I was mad at him for waking me up this early in the morning, and
in this manner even! How could he kiss me in my sleep? Instead of getting annoyed, George burst into
laughter.
Then, he brushed my unkempt hair, tucking it behind my ears.
"Would you like to come home with me today, Mrs.Affleck?" he asked, leaning down on the bed.
"No.I‘d rather not get bullied by you again." I tried to push him away, but he was way too close for me to
do that.
Why couldn‘t he just sit upright and talk to me like a normal person? His hands were propped up on the
bed as he spoke to me.
All of a sudden, he grabbed both of my hands.
Because his hands weren‘t supporting his body anymore, he clung to me tightly.
His face was merely inches away from mine.
Any movement at all of his could result into kissing my lips.
George lifted my chin, forcing me to draw closer.
Then, he pressed his lips against mine, kissing me passionately.
His masculine scent enveloped me.
Involuntarily, I kissed him back.
And not a second later, he drove his tongue into my mouth.I moaned, dazed by his kisses.
George chuckled again.His lips went down along my neck and eventually rested on my round
breasts.He caressed them with his palms while sucking on my erect nipples.
Thereafter, he spread my legs apart, rubbing his thick, hard cock against my privates.
Waves of pleasure enveloped me.
Pretty soon, my vaginal fluids moistened his cock.He took out a condom from the drawer and quickly
put it on.
Once he was ready, he thrust his dick inside my pussy.
Even though I was already wet, he still had a hard time putting all of his penis into me.
"Ugh!" I moaned and bit my lip as I felt all of him inside me.
"George, slow down.You‘re too big."
"Relax," he whispered, stroking my perineum with his fingers.
Thanks to his gentle caress, I was able to relax, And soon, I wanted more and more.
"Fuck me, George," I said in a soft voice.
George began to kiss me.
With all his strength, he moved his hips, thrusting the entirety of his cock into my body, jerking it back
and forth in a swift motion.
My breathing became faster and faster, and I slowly became consumed by pleasure.
George hung my legs in his arms, thrusting even faster and harder.
Every bone and muscle in my body felt how good it was to be fucked by him.
I was so immersed in pleasure that I soon came and my mind went blank.I couldn‘t think straight
anymore.I wrapped my hands around his neck, kissing him back passionately.
Moments later, a white light flashed through my mind.I hadn‘t recovered from the intense pleasure of
the previous orgasm, and I had another one already.
Because of how good it felt my body trembled all over.
Thereafter, I fell back on the bed, numb.
My mouth was left slightly open, gasping for air like a fish left on the riverbank.
Instead of pulling out his cock, George turned to his side and scooped me into his arms.
His heavy breathing felt so warm when it seeped into my nape, leaving me tingly and wanting more.
A smirk of satisfaction and ecstasy was written on his lips.
"Are you talking about this kind of ‘bullying‘?" he whispered in my ear.
I rolled my eyes at him when he said that.
Even if he had made a statement yesterday, I still wouldn‘t forgive him.
There was no way he could mix those two things up in front of me! Wasn‘t he supposed to be known
for his impartiality and professionalism? Bah! I could be professional, too.
Besides, I hadn‘t held Zhester Technology accountable for slandering me yet.
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