"Cooperate?" Lawrence asked with a curious smile. "On what?""I want you to open a martial arts center. A proper dojo.""A martial arts gym?" Lawrence's expression turned strange. How could she ask someone who had just joined a dojo less than 48 hours ago to open one?Vivian nodded, her eyes sharp with business clarity. "Yes. You might not realize this, but illegal fighting arenas can only stay underground forever—they can never be brought into the light. But a legitimate dojo? That's a different story. It's a never-ending gold mine for betting addicts and fight-loving spectators.""How?" Lawrence was genuinely confused. "Can a small martial arts gym really make that kind of money?"Vivian smiled at his skepticism. "Of course, a small one can't. But if we build it into a brand, pour in cash through strategic advertising, and scale it into a franchise—then it can be worth hundreds of millions, maybe even more.""So here's my idea," she continued, leaning in slightly. "I'll provide the

Thanks to the late hour and clear roads, it took no more than sixteen minutes for the slightly daring taxi driver to deliver her to the destination: The Timeless River Luxury Penthouse Estates.Without a word, he collected his payment and zoomed off, leaving Sophia standing alone before the formidable, softly lit entrance. She took a steadying breath, the evening air cool against her skin, and approached the security checkpoint. A guard in an immaculate, tailored uniform watched her approach, his expression politely inquisitive.“Miss, are you looking for someone?”“Um, yes,” Sophia nodded, her voice steadier than she felt. “I’m looking for Lawrence Wilson. He said he lives here, but I just wanted to confirm.”Upon hearing the name, the guard’s professional demeanor shifted subtly, his eyes lighting with recognition. This was the same guard who had escorted Lawrence on his first day. “You must be Sophia, then?”Hearing her name spoken so easily, a wave of relief washed through Sophia,

“What are you looking at?” Sophia turned in the pool as water glistening on her skin. She caught Lawrence staring, his face flushed, and a soft blush crept across her own cheeks.“Uh—nothing!” Lawrence blurted, jerking his gaze away.He swallowed hard. The feeling surging through him wasn’t new—he’d felt it with Lucy back then, that aching urge for closeness—but this was different. Stronger, was it right?Will this ruin their relationship?---'This might be my only chance,' Sophia thought, biting her lip beneath the water.Lawrence was getting richer by the day. Women like teacher Jasmine, stunning, confident were already circling him. If Sophia wanted to close the distance between them, to become something more than a crushes, she couldn’t wait for a slow, cautious romance. Who knew how much time she had before his attention gets taken by another woman?What if she gave him her first time?The thought sent heat spiraling through her. She hadn’t noticed how close they’d drifted unt

Lawrence was dying with anticipation as she lifted herself a little, then slowly began sinking down, impaling herself on his pulsating cock.Oh my God, it felt so damn good.She was heavenly, incredibly tight, and despite the flood of slick arousal coating her, it still took real effort to ease even the head inside. Perhaps her years of yoga had already taken care of her hymen, or maybe it was something else, but there was no blood, no tearing, only a brief flicker of pain across her face at the start.Words could not describe what Lawrence felt in that moment. Time seemed to freeze as his cock slid into her pussy in slow, exquisite increments.“It’s painful. Ahhh…” Her face tightened as she bit hard on her lip.Feeling just how snug she was, Lawrence knew it must sting, and worry instantly overrode his hunger.“Sophia, are you okay?” he asked in a gentle, caring tone. No matter how desperately he wanted to bury himself fully inside her, he could not stand seeing her in even slight di

“Babe, breakfast is ready.” Sophia’s voice, warm and infused with a new, affectionate intimacy, carried from the kitchen.“Coming,” Lawrence replied immediately. He closed his laptop, left it on the nightstand, and slipped out of the king-sized bed. After a quick stop in the bathroom to brush his teeth and splash cold water on his face, he made his way to the dining table.Breakfast was a feast of consideration: tender steak strips, rosemary-roasted lamb, and a vibrant garden salad. The fresh, high-quality ingredients had clearly been sourced from the estate’s 24-hour gourmet market and prepared with meticulous care. It was evident Sophia had poured genuine effort into this meal—a tangible offering from her new role, the first food from her hands he would taste.Looking at the spread, Lawrence couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly, a stark memory surfacing. Lucy, despite all the money he’d scraped together across multiple jobs, had never once cooked for him, never bought him a meal. How