Paranoid CEO, Your Wife Ran Away!

Joshua blew smoke rings in my face, and I was suddenly pulled back into my thoughts.

My hands trembled as I untied the straps of my dress and underwear from my shoulders one by one.

"Whatever you like, I'll do it..."

Joshua's office walls were made of glass.

There were some stripes blocking visibility, but if you looked closely, you could see everything clearly.

He was the president, and ordinary employees dared not loiter near his door. But there was always someone passing by.

Joshua was trying to intimidate me with this.

However, I didn't mind. Because in this circle, I no longer had any reputation or dignity left, and I wasn't afraid of adding another joke.

"Josh, Beckie is ready..."

I uttered a low moan in the voice he loved to hear. One hand pressed against the belt at his waist, and the other grabbed the hem of my dress and pulled it down abruptly.

"You're crazy!"

Joshua quickly turned over and pinned me down on the sofa, his broad shoulders covering me tightly.

His face was livid, his eyes sharp as knives, looking as if he wanted to stab me to death.

"Is that man so important to you? Worth sacrificing yourself for him?!"