Thomas Sullivan's work style was quite different from Noah Quarter's.
Noah Quarter was all about work every single day, whereas Thomas Sullivan knew how to strike a balance between work and leisure.
Julia Land sat on the sofa, playing Fruit Ninja on her phone.
The bedroom door was open.
Thomas Sullivan, who understood the importance of work-life balance, was inside with his kept woman, just inside.
As his secretary, she sat on the couch, waiting for him to finish so they could head to the banquet together.
She was truly dedicated to her job.
Thomas Sullivan had a cigarette between his lips, his brooding eyes intense, as he bent down to pick up his trousers from the floor.
Two delicate, boneless arms wrapped around his arm, the voice soft and clingy, "Will you stay the night?"
She gazed at the man's muscular body, reaching out to touch it.
Thomas Sullivan buckled his belt, removed her hand, his voice extremely hoarse, "I'm not free tonight."