I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Joy Chaucer was not known for her patience, and Ferris Bright’s hesitations and ever-changing thoughts were driving her to the edge of frustration. Upon hearing such a resolute statement, Ferris responded, “Alright, I agree. Please, don’t be mad.”

Ferris tried to soothe Joy with a gentle whisper, attempting to kiss her and placing his hand on her leg, hoping to take things further. “When you’ve done what I asked, then you’ll have it,” Joy stopped him firmly.

Ferris, itching with desire, boldly kissed Joy, saying, “Joy, I will keep my promise, just give me this first.” Ferris had never been intimate with a woman before, and despite Joy’s domineering nature, her beauty was undeniable-especially the allure of her legs when she sat, which he found irresistible.

“What are you doing, Ferris Bright?” Joy panicked, realizing Ferris’s intentions were forceful.

What is human nature? The more unattainable, the more desirable it becomes.

Ferris, not lacking in wit, pinned Joy’s hands above her head, pushing her down onto the couch. “If I am to risk my life for you, you need to give something in return. Having you, even if under the peony flowers I die, it would still be a life well-lived.” As he spoke, Ferris tore off Joy’s dress…

“Ferris Bright, you bastard!” Joy was terrified. In her heart, only Terrence was worthy of her body. Quinlan Aubrey had violated her, and now Ferris Bright sought to do the same, filling her with rage.

“Joy, I’m the only one who truly helps you. Do you think Ethan Channing is a good man? He’s using you.” Ferris pinned her down tightly, “I ask for nothing more, just give me this, and I’ll do anything for you-Rowan Sterling, Meredith, just say the word.”

This made Joy hesitate, even knowing it was a gamble, but as Ferris’s hand moved further, her own desire clouded her judgment. Ferris was a sharp knife, and she was the whetstone needed to hone him to her service.

“Ferris Bright, remember your promise,” Joy said, resigning herself to the situation.

Seeing her consent, Ferris was ecstatic, roughly tearing off more of her clothes, “From now on, I’m your dog, I’ll do whatever you want.”

Men are despicable, Joy thought. When she first met Ferris, she thought him a gentleman of integrity, but he turned out to be deeply insecure with a twisted heart.

Joy enjoyed the pleasure Ferris brought her, but after the act, she blamed all the humiliation on Meredith. The frenzy left marks all over her neck.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

When she visited Chloe in the hospital, Chloe noticed the marks with concern. “Joy, what happened?” she asked anxiously, wanting to know who was responsible.

“It doesn’t matter, mom. Do you know who Meredith’s real father is?” Joy, jealous, revealed, “He’s a French Royal Prince, and now Meredith has become a noble princess, taking all the advantages.”

“What?” Chloe was shocked, recalling Meredith’s previous words about Darcy DuMont still being alive. “The Royals? If Darcy DuMont causes trouble, can I even survive?”

Indeed, Meredith had said the police couldn’t stop him. Chloe looked hopeless, “I thought he was just a French vagrant back then.”

As she reflected on her past mockery of Bianca for choosing a man with nothing, she realized how wrong she had been.

Just then, a chilling voice spoke, “Chloe, your test results are out. You have the same symptoms as my mother. Now that genetics are ruled out, the police will reopen the case to investigate the cause of my mom’s illness.” Turning her head, Chloe saw Meredith standing at the door.