FERNAN is a big and heavy man. It took Seri some time to finally take his clothes off. She put his head on the armrest when he only had his briefs on.

She smiled and took her nightgown swiftly. She glanced at the table and found his smartphone. She grabbed it and realize it wasn’t locked.

Right. Who does not want a souvenir?

Seri grinned.

She was humming in her room as she dried her hair with a towel when she heard a loud knock on the door. It sounded urgent, too. It was Fernan, no need to guess.

She loosened the string of her bathrobe, making sure Fernan will have a nice glance of her breasts. She opened the door calmly. And there he was, panting and looking red in the face.

“Congressman, good morning,” she greeted.

He came in without her telling him to.

“Seri, what is the meaning of this?” He showed the photo on his phone with her on top of him.

“What do you mean? Don’t you remember what happened last night? We were just talking and the next thing I knew, we were making out.”

“What?” he roared. “I can’t remember a thing!”

The smile faded from her lips, replacing it with a sad expression.

“What do you mean you can’t remember? I thought you wanted it, too.”

“You are my son’s girlfriend.”

“Yes, I told you that while you were kissing me, but you did not listen. You said you don’t care. And I got carried away, too.”

“Seri, I really can’t remember what happened last night. I was drunk. Did something really happen?”

“You took advantage of me, and now you’re trying to say that I’m lying?” Seri caught her mouth in her hand and faked a sob. “Isn’t that enough proof that we wanted what happened last night?”

“What if France finds out about this?” he said, running a hand in his face.

“What are you going to do? He can’t find out, can he? What would France think that his respected father had sex with his girlfriend? But I can’t blame you after all. I wanted it, too.”

“Seri, look, I don’t know what I’m going to do right now. I’m going to delete this photo and pretend nothing happened.” Fernan stormed out of the room.

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“THINGS are going as planned,” Seri told France over the phone. She was standing by the window, watching Fernan get into his car.

“I don’t know if we’re doing the right thing, Seri.”

“Of course, we are not doing the right thing. We are making the thing right.”

“That’s why I trust you. I can’t imagine my life if you’re not my best friend.” France laughed.

“Me, too, France. Partners-in-crime, forever?” Seri giggled. “Has he called you already?”

“Not yet. Maybe he did not have the guts to talk to me after ‘sleeping’ with my so-called girlfriend. Thanks to you.”

“Don’t worry. I promise this won’t ruin your relationship with him. Prepare for the drama, though.”

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JUST THINKING about Fernan and her plans made Seri hot. It was not the first time that she slept with someone for her own gain. But tonight, her heart was pounding, ready to jump out of her chest any minute.

She stood in front of the full-size mirror, wearing nothing but a silk robe. She was inside the library, waiting for Fernan. She ran a hand through her long hair as she sauntered toward his office table. She sat on it, facing the door.

Then the door clicked, and Fernan appeared, looking a little tired. He stopped dead as his eyes met hers.

“S-Seri.”

“If I were you, I’d lock the door,” she said.

Fernan locked the door and rushed to her.

“What are you doing here? Are you crazy?” he roared.

“Well, you are crazy, Fernan. Do you think you can dismiss what happened just because you deleted that photo? Let me tell you that I had my own copy of that and I can send it to France anytime.”

Fernan stared at her in shock. He clenched his jaw, and for a moment, she saw anger flashed his eyes.

“Are you trying to blackmail me? For what? For money?”

“I’m hurt. Do you really not remember what happened last night?” She stroked his face. Fernan flinched in surprise. He was not good at denying that she affected him. “I’m not after your money. I can provide that for myself. I’ll keep this as a secret if you fulfil my curiosity.”

Fernan’s forehead wrinkled.

“I want you to fuck me behind your son’s back.” Seri pulled his collar and pressed her mouth into his. She felt him froze. She pulled away for a moment and stared into his eyes. “Fuck me, or I’ll ruin your reputation. You choose.”

“You’re a wicked woman, Seri,” he said through gritted teeth.

Seri smiled as she got down on the table and wrapped her arms around his neck. His face descended toward her, and they shared a wet kiss. Fernan caught her waist and back, stroking her, igniting the fire within her.

She moaned as she pressed her nakedness into him. Men his age whom she had slept with previously could not kiss her like this.

Fernan grabbed her shoulders and shifted her, her back pressing into him now.

“How curious are you, Seri? Do you want to know who can fuck you better between my son and me?” he whispered behind her ear.

Seri giggled.

“Let’s get rid of this, shall we?” Fernan pulled the useless robe away from her body. “How about this?” He groped one breast in his hand, and his other hand found her wet opening.

Seri moaned sharply.

“You’re going to make me come quickly,” she uttered.

“We’re not in a hurry.”

She arched her back as she grabbed the side of the table for support. Fernan stroked her wet slit, and Seri was already losing her mind.