My Alluring CEO-Chapter 115 - 114 unexpected encounter

Unexpected Encounters

Miranda changed the subject to Aurora. "By the way, have you ever thought about remarrying all these years?"

"Remarry? I’m already so old."

"What’s wrong with being old?" Miranda stared. "You still have the right to seek love. Besides, I refuse to believe that you have no sexual desires!"

"Do you think I can’t live without a man, like you?"

"Let it go, we’re not that different. My husband and I barely have sex a few times a year." Miranda sighed.

"Why?" Aurora found this a bit odd.

Miranda was also at the age of desire, how could this be?

Could it be that their relationship had issues?

"Forget it, he’s really small down there. And it’s over in just a few strokes every time. I don’t even feel anything. I heard there are dildos for women now, I’m thinking of getting one. Why don’t you get one too?"

"Stop it. I don’t need that kind of thing."

The two lonely women chatted for a while before finally turning in for the night.

The next morning, Miranda woke up early. Being a teacher, she couldn’t afford to be late.

Aurora noticed that Miranda had left her phone at home and quickly asked Jack to bring it to her. Jack dashed out, but Miranda was nowhere to be seen, so he sprinted to the main road.

He ran nearly 500 yards before he spotted Miranda briskly walking with her long strides.

Seeing her about to turn onto another street, he had to catch up and call out. "Miranda, wait!"

"Miranda, what’s up?" Miranda heard Jack’s voice, stopped, and looked at him curiously.

"Miranda, your phone is here, my mom wanted me to bring it to you."

Seeing the breathless Jack, Miranda apologized, "I’m really sorry. I’m so forgetful. Thank you so much."

She took the phone from Jack, patted his head with a smile, and said, "Time flies. I still remember when you were just a little over a year old. I was feeding you milk, and now you’ve grown so tall."

"Miranda, did I really drink your milk?" Jack asked curiously, his gaze drifting to her ample chest.

"Of course, you had quite good appetite back then."

As Miranda reminisced about feeding him milk, Jack felt a strange excitement and couldn’t help but imagine eagerly suckling on her rosy nipples, causing his penis to stiffen.

"Goodbye. Miranda." Jack stole a final glance at Miranda’s breasts that he had once nursed from, then reluctantly walked away.

After a few steps, he couldn’t resist looking back, only to see Miranda turning the corner with her long strides, prompting him to hurry back home.

At the workplace, Jack ran into Emily at the company entrance.

"Emily, good morning." Jack greeted.

"At work, it’s Ms. Chad to you." Emily said sternly.

"Got it, Ms. Chad." Jack replied somewhat disheartened.

Emily did this intentionally, trying to assert herself.

She didn’t want to rely solely on physical allure to win Jack over Mary.

While Emily was lost in thought, Jack was discreetly eyeing her.

Today, Emily was dressed in a professional suit, her ample breasts straining against the buttons of her white shirt, making the lace edge of her black bra almost visible through the gaps.

Jack couldn’t help but reminisce about the delightful sensation of fondling those large breasts yesterday.

If only he could indulge in that every day. However, observing Emily’s demeanor towards him now, Jack didn’t dare to broach the subject.

Just then, a car horn blared nearby.

They turned to see Hunter parking the car close by.

"Well, well, Emily, you and your little cousin heading to work together? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you roll out of bed at the same time." Hunter’s voice boomed, drawing curious glances from passersby.

Jack knew Hunter was intentionally slandering him and Emily.

Seeing Emily pale with anger, tears nearly welling up, he straightforwardly addressed Hunter. "Mr. Harris, Emily is my cousin. Even if she lives in our house, it’s no big deal. Besides, our family matters are none of your concern. And you, at your age, still without a partner. I heard a few days ago someone was streaking in the street in the dead of night, truly deviant. Mr. Harris."

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Hunter heard Jack’s words, recollecting the humiliating and embarrassing night for him, and his expression darkened.

He had been holed up at home for many days before returning to work.

Hunter had always suspected that Jack was the one who struck him that night. Though lacking evidence, he couldn’t help but honk the horn, halt the car, and provoke them.

To his surprise, Jack didn’t hesitate to push back. As people around turned their gaze towards him, likely recalling his scandalous photos, they smirked. Hunter shot a fierce look at Jack, then jerked his head back and hit the gas to drive away.

"Alright, Jack, don’t waste your time on that guy," Emily said as she saw Jack about to go after Hunter.

"You can’t be nice to someone like him!" Jack said.

After bidding Emily farewell, Jack headed towards the office. But as soon as he got upstairs, he found Mary blocking his path.

"Ms. Grey, what brings you here?"

Mary was clad in a snug black camisole, with thin straps running horizontally across her flawless back, leaving it almost bare. The camisole only reached above her chest, and her perky, ample breasts pushed the fabric into two small round hills, showcasing a deep cleavage. Her alluring shoulders were nearly flawless, and her waist, devoid of any fat, sported a tiny navel.

"I was waiting for you. You came with Emily? You two seem close." Mary grinned. "Is she interested in you? Her husband’s away, she must get lonely at night."

"Ms. Grey, please refrain from such talk. We’re cousins, how could you suggest such a thing?"

"You’re not related by blood, so what’s the harm? Even if you were, I wouldn’t breathe a word to anyone." Mary said with a smile.

"Ms. Grey, I’m not sure what you’re insinuating." Jack wasn’t falling for Mary’s ploys. This woman was too conniving, and he needed to tread carefully to avoid her traps.

Suddenly, Mary leaned in close to Jack’s ear and whispered, "I’m feeling a bit itchy down there. Care to help me scratch it?"

Jack’s heart raced as he glanced down and caught a glimpse of her cleavage, causing his arousal to spike. He was on the verge of agreeing when he hesitated, realizing that if he did, Mary might boast to Emily. In that scenario, not only would he miss out on fucking Mary, but he’d also face Emily’s wrath. With this in mind, Jack took a step back. "Ms. Grey, please maintain some dignity. I’m not the person you think I am."

"Now you’re playing coy with me." When Mary saw Jack’s resistance, a flicker of annoyance crossed her face, fading her smile. "Jack, have you forgotten the times you fucked me and even sucked my pussy?"

Jack calmly responded, "Ms. Grey, what exactly do you want from me? I’m just an ordinary guy, why bother with me?"

"Why not? You have a sizable 10-inch cock, isn’t that reason enough?" Mary smirked. "Despite being upset after our encounters, I find myself yearning for your impressive cock."

"Ms. Grey, just get to the point." Jack said helplessly.

"I’ve already told you, I need you to satisfy me." Mary rolled her eyes. "Tonight, in the small garden behind the company. Don’t stand me up. understand?"

Jack didn’t feel thrilled about the proposition; instead, he felt somewhat humiliated. He didn’t want to keep being summoned by this seductive and lustful woman; he knew he had to find a way to completely dominate her eventually.

Lost in thought, Jack turned to leave but was blocked by someone.

"Jack, what was Ms. Grey after just now?" A small, wiry man stood in front of Jack—Mary’s direct subordinate, Austin Riddick.

Jack frowned; he hadn’t interacted much with Austin before, and now his tone was irritating which naturally irked him.

"Why do you care about what she’s after?" Jack replied curtly.

"Let me make this clear, Jack." Austin clenched his teeth. "I don’t care about your group’s dynamics, but if you mess with Ms. Grey, don’t blame me for getting tough with you."

Jack found it amusing to see Austin like this, deliberately provoking him. "You’ve got it wrong. I didn’t mess with her. She approached me, asking to hang out after work, and she said I couldn’t refuse. Why don’t you ask her to leave me alone?"

"You jerk!" Austin was almost seething. "Ms. Grey is married, she’s not like that. You’re defaming her. Apologize to her right now!"

"Who do you think you are? A joke!" Jack sneered, ignored him, and walked away.

Mary’s affairs inadvertently affected Jack’s work demeanor.

Eva got wind of this and summoned him to the office during lunch break.

"Do you think you can do as you please now that you’re a manager?" Eva’s face was stern, her tone devoid of warmth.

"Of course not. Eva, you’ve got the wrong idea." Jack was also at a loss: he couldn’t disclose Mary’s situation to Eva, so he tried to be evasive.

"You’ve disappointed me!"

"Eva, please don’t be upset. I won’t do it again." Jack sought forgiveness, and Eva’s expression softened slightly.

Jack boldly moved closer, massaging Eva’s shoulders. "Eva, are you tired?"

"How dare you ask?" Eva was even more incensed. "Who was it yesterday saying he wanted to fuck me to death?"

After returning home at midnight, Eva barely slept for a few hours and woke up feeling sore all over.

Now, hearing Jack bring up the incident again, she couldn’t help but feel irritated.

"Don’t be mad: I’ll give you a massage." Jack’s massage skills were top-notch, and after a while, Eva’s fatigue significantly eased, and she was nearly moaning in comfort.

Eva’s thighs in black stockings involuntarily twisted together, her panties rubbing against her itching vagina, causing moisture to seep out.

"Don’t just focus on one area: massage down there."

Upon hearing Eva’s request, Jack gladly obliged.

His hand moved down, slipped into her neckline, cupped her breasts and began kneading them vigorously.

Soon, Eva’s breath quickened, her thighs rhythmically squeezing together.

At some point, Jack had already freed her breasts from the bra and was gently twisting her nipples.