Katubari

* At night
He was rugged and untamed. That one steamy night left Grace utterly captivated. She coyly stretched out her dainty, snow-white feet, hooking them around his waist as she softly laid down her terms:
For the first time, no staying overnight.
The second time, the moment he got himself a significant other, she'd vanish from his side.
Later on, their liaison would remain strictly on a physical level.
No strings of money attached, no emotional fetters, just the most primal and unadulterated desires that flared up when night fell, entwining them like a web spun by countless spiders.
And once the moment had passed, she'd straighten her skirt and turn her back on him, cold as ice.
*During daytime
He was the heir to a vast business empire, now impeccably dressed in a sharp suit, exuding an air of aristocratic reserve. He extended his hand to her with a polite smile, 
“Hello, Grace.”
Grace gritted her teeth in secret dismay. She hastened to call off whatever was brewing between them, only to find herself cornered against the dressing room by the man, with no way out.
In that cramped space, he was a relentless predator, and she, his irresistible quarry. His firmness pressed against her soft curves, setting every inch ablaze.
Outside the door, her female colleagues were swooning over his chiseled abs.
Just a thin partition away, he locked his arm around her willowy waist, seized her delicate hand, and guided it to rest on his taut abdomen, his voice dripping with a sultry allure, “Thought you could slip away? It's far too late for that.”

Dangerous: Don't cross the line!

Alex's voice was sharp and deliberate. "Two million! You're turning down over twenty million a year to paint this garbage?"

With a loud crash, he knocked Grace's painting to the ground.

The glass shattered everywhere. A shard flew up, grazing Grace's arm, leaving behind a thin, red cut.

She barely reacted, her voice calm. "Mr. Hoffman, I make my own money doing what I'm good at. There's nothing disgraceful about that. You're about to get engaged. You shouldn't be here."

Though Grace was shorter than Alex, she stood tall, her gaze steady but not weak. William Gutten watched her, his opinion of her shifting slightly.

"Alex, she's not wrong. You two broke up. Why keep this going? She's just doing her job. It's not like—"

"Shut up." Alex's eyes were ice-cold as he turned to the two people in the room. "Get out."

Break up with dignity