Trapped In A Fake Relationship

The room card given to her still had his scent.

Wylynn was stunned for a while, and only when she raised her head did she notice the close distance between them. She couldn't help but reminisce when Levi was at such a distance in the past countless nights, hugging her waist and kissing her down.

Wylynn felt her heart race at the memories that resurfaced. She balled her hands into a fist and stuttered, "Boss..."

At that moment, they heard the pantry door click. Wylynn stood straight to fix herself while the door was being opened. Whoever it was couldn't open it, though, and the confused voice of none other than Naia echoed, "Huh? Who locked the door? Is somebody in there?"

Levi sighed and stepped back from Wylynn before walking out. Naia looked like he had seen a ghost when he opened the door. Her voice shook when she greeted Levi, "Hello, boss!"

"The door knob is broken. Find someone to fix it." Levi sounded adamant. Wylynn overheard his little white lie and glanced in Naia's direction.

"Broken? Oh, sure, sir, I'll fix it. I'll find someone who can fix it," she nervously replied.

...

Wylynn's car was rear-ended last week and was being repaired at the 4S shop. She had been riding in Naia's car recently, going home. Wylynn listened to Naia's chat along the way about how attractive their new boss was, how captivating his voice was, and how engaging he was in meetings. Wylynn could only sigh because Naia had no idea what she was talking about.

"The new CEO is very attractive. If I can get him to sleep with me, I can make a lot of money. What do you think? Do you think I should try and seduce him? If it works, this hotel project will be ours, and Litzy can go mad. I don't care." Naia turned a little serious, thinking about the possibilities.

Wylynn was riding a shotgun with her hand in her pocket. She gripped the hotel card so tight that it could melt at the heat of her palms. Hearing Naia's words, she reminded her coldly, "He's already engaged, Naia. Don't even think about it. Be careful not to cause trouble."

Naia's brows furrowed, and she cast a side glance at Wylynn. "How do you know?"

Wylynn bit her tongue and sighed. She didn't want to answer. Of course, how can she tell Naia that she asked such a straightforward question in bed?

"During the meeting, didn't you see that he was wearing a BVLGARI wedding ring?" she replied instead, hoping Naia would be convinced.

"Really? He was wearing one?" Naia raised a brow and tilted her head, carefully recalling such detail. She gave up when she couldn't remember it. She heaved a sigh of regret. "That's a pity then."

Wylynn felt relieved when Naia instantly dropped the thought but was caught off-guard with her next question. "By the way, Wylynn, how's that guy you date once a week? Have you ever thought about turning it into something serious?"

"If Neo can use that despicable Litzy, you can also use someone to get even," Naia retorted angrily.

Wylynn's heartbeat nearly stopped at the mention of Neo Jensen's name. It made her uncomfortable. She remained silent for a moment before replying, "I didn't think about it. I'm not ready for any commitment."

"I'm done with him," she added after a brief pause.

"What? Why?" Naia pressed, clearly puzzled.

Wylynn was distracted by Neo's three words and made a random excuse, "He just can't...you know."

Naia wasn't buying it and was surprised at her answer. "Didn't it work well before?"

She still remembered the first few times Wylynn arrived to work every morning. She always seemed to be in a bad mood. The hickey on her neck was also visible; anyone could see how intense it was at first glance.

When Naia turned to ask her friend, she was already blushing. Because of that, she continued to tease her. "Although flowers don't bloom until you're 27, you should still pay attention to your body. You must understand that we, women, are as vulnerable as men." Naia smiled when she saw Wylynn red as a tomato and added, "So, did you make him fully exhausted?"

"Naia! What the hell…." Wylynn covered her face in embarrassment.