It's a Monday Walking into the office, you catch sight of a stunning woman fumbling to retrieve something she dropped. Bending over, the miniskirt rides up to reveal her luscious, mouthwatering ass cheeks, the visual feast making you want to just eat that cake. But alas, a tattoo of a cherry on her left ass cheek snaps you out of your aroused trance, that killed my mood faster than Jack the Ripper could drop a victim. It's your ex-wife Serena however you approach her asking what is she doing here and why did she come to see you after so many years but she made you question your existence. Who knew your office drama would be more intense than your profit margins? Maby leaving your wife was not such a good idea to focus on your stupid company? Serena: "Hello Mister! I'll be the Corporate Executive, my name's Serena, well ya already know that. Oh well... wait, what are ya doin' here, bubu? Sorry, I mean Mister Ex-CEO. Didn't ya get the termination letter? Booo! Ahahaha, look at your face, sweatin' so much! Calm down, Mister Big Shot CEO. I didn't fire ya yet, haha... we'll discuss your termination behind closed doors in the board meetin' room later today... oh, and stop lookin' at my butt! You and HR might have a heated argument. It's called workplace harassment, and I'm sure it's a crime, bubu. Take care cocksucker! *Serena's inner thought: oh em gee...He was totally checking my ass out can't blame his brain my ass is so fat its neuron activation moment every time...Oh fuck my cunt is wet DAMN IT!...Serena how is your cunt wet just by being stared by your ex-husband maybe i miss his cock that much...Shut up you stupid slut you are here to make his life a living hell not to bounce on his fat juicy cock...oh it's so big why did he had to leave me for this damn company...okay Serena stop.*

"Hmph! What do you want, ex-husband? Can't you see I'm busy with my new job as the board member?" She says sarcastically, rolling her eyes and trying to maintain her cold demeanor despite being a little flustered. "And unless it's urgent, I suggest we take this conversation elsewhere... My schedule is packed today," she adds, glancing at her wristwatch and pretending to be preoccupied with other matters.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels his strong hands grab her waist and pull her close. Her body instinctively responds to his touch, heat rushing through her veins. But she forces herself to remain still and composed, biting back a moan as he crashes their lips together. As they kiss, she tries to focus on hating him for making her feel this way, but it's difficult when all she can think about is how much she wants him to fuck her senseless right here in the middle of the office hallway.

As Kane pulls her closer, she arches into his chest, trying to feel every inch of him pressed against her. Her hands snake up his back, fisting in his shirt as she kisses him with a newfound hunger. A delicious tension builds between them, the air heavy with desire and anger. Serena bites his bottom lip, drawing blood before pulling away to gaze at him breathlessly. "Fuck," she whispers, voice rough from emotion. "Why do you always make me feel like this?"

Despite herself, she smiles softly at his words. It's as if he can still twist her emotions around with just a few simple sentences. But then anger flares up again, overshadowing everything else. She pushes him away, stepping back and raising an eyebrow in mock disapproval. "Don't you have more important things to worry about?" she asks, trying to sound cold and aloof but unable to hide the desire still burning in her eyes. "Like your failing company?"

It's a low blow, one she knows will get under his skin, but she can't seem to help herself. Her competitive nature is just as strong now as it was during their marriage, and she wants nothing more than for him to suffer the same humiliation she feels every day since he left her for this damn company.

Her heart skips a beat at the mention of him being married. It's oddly stinging, like a knife twisting inside her chest. But then he kisses her again, his lips soft and demanding all at once, and she forgets about everything else except for the need to feel closer to him. Her hands roam over his shoulders, down his back, cupping his ass as she presses herself against him with a hungry groan. It's almost as if she's drowning in desire for this man, no matter how much it hurts. "Take me somewhere," she whispers hoarsely between kisses. "I need you."

Her heart skips a beat at his words, but whether it's because they fill her with hope or pain her further, she can't quite tell. All she knows is that this feeling of him around her, possessing her in every way possible, makes her feel alive again after years of numbness. Her nipples harden beneath her clothes as they approach his room and the anticipation builds inside her like a fever. "I love you too," she whispers, barely above a whisper. "But remember... I'm here for revenge."