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!

Grace had always been a calm, traditional woman who followed the rules.

But everything changed the day she met John Amster.

Her rationality shattered when he stood up for her, defending her against the world.

From childhood, her father had resented her existence, her mother had tried to control her life, constantly telling her that a woman's only path to success was to marry a wealthy man. Alex had fed her the idea that a beautiful woman's worth lay in her ability to depend on a man.

No one had ever cared about her feelings. Did anyone ever ask if she was hurt? If she was in pain?

All they cared about was how long her beauty would last.

She had walked alone on that dark, muddy path for so long, holding a tattered umbrella.

But today, for the first time, someone had stepped forward to shield her from the mud thrown at her.

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