Sia's POV

"Ah Ah Ahh! ...Yes! Harder, Harder!" I grab his hair, demanding him like a drowning fish.

"F*ck, your p*ssy is sucking me so tight!" The man on top of me groans as he thrusts inside me from other different angles.

Smacking wet sounds echoed around the room mixing with our panting and passionate moans. Though it's our first date, I have to admit he has some talent.

His c*ck keeps pressing near my g-spot and I could feel myself melting to mush in his arms.

“Yes! Right there! Press it harder!” I panted and wrapped my legs around his hips, pushing my p*ssy up even closer to get a deeper and harder thrust.

I'm approaching…my orgasm.. And that's all I want for this date.

"You little slut!" He moans as he screwes his d*ck into me one last time and releases his desire into my cunt.

And right at that moment, a white light exploded in my head and I cum.

After searching for so long, I finally had wonderful sex again. I looked at the guy panting beside me. Well, he's literally the best guy I've dated lately.

What's his name then?

Never mind. I could check it later on F-link and now I need a shower first.

I'm Sia Heather, the Operation director of F-link, one of the biggest dating apps which has been on the run for seven years.

Putting aside the fact that I am one of the founders, I am a woman of needs and desires too. I have multiple accounts on F-link to search for men to spend my day with.

Sounds like a lot? but it's how I relax and enjoy my life.

And besides keeping it on the low, all men do want me. Some want more than I could offer, a relationship, and that just sounds eerie to me.

The past has taught me that love is just an illusory word, especially for women. Enhance your ability and earn as much money as you can, that's the real code to live a good life.

Men, are nothing more than toys to satisfy your desire, including the one waiting outside now.

I get dressed and look down at my phone. Well, his name is Nathan. He did a good job on the bed and I don't mind dating him again next time.

As long as he knows his place.

I open the door and see him sitting on the bed with only a towel wrapping his waist and looking at me a little shyly.

Come on! Don't play me!

I mean I know what that look means, especially after sex. Sure enough, he spoke.

“Hey~ Honey, you're so amazing,” He holds my hand and caresses the back of my hand, "I've never met a girl so match. Shall we...?"

When did I allow him to call me Honey? So sick...

"Shhh..." I cut his words by putting my index finger on his lips as I see my phone screen light and a message comes in. It's from my office.

"What a pity. I need to go now." I wink at Nathan and turn to open the door. "I'll text you next time."

Before he can speak more, I walk out of the room. As the door is closed, my smile goes cold.

Another stupid man.

When did men start caring about relationships? No, they don't really want it but take it as their power. They desperately want a relationship to prove their charm and after that, quickly cheat to look for another relationship.

I have learned that since I was young. So, I will never let it be overrated.

Taking out my phone, I block Nathan from my account. We only met once and all the information I gave him is fake. There's no next time.

Having fun can not affect my work. That's my rule.

As I arrive at the company, the office building is still brightly lit. It's my day off, but there's an urgent meeting to attend to.

I step into the elevator pushing the button that leads to the floor of my office.

I am enjoying the blur but still satisfying reflection the elevator's mirror is giving me.

I get myself to admire my five foot nine inches height in my favourite red stilettos, and the way my black velvet dress fits on my not-too-much but just-right curves, how my wavy blonde hair fits myㅡ

Then I am interrupted by the sound of the elevator's door opening. I step out, meeting an annoying face in my office.

Dylan Cornel, the freaking damn nosy lawyer.

Dressed in a well-tailored suit and with his slender legs crossed, he is just sitting there and busy checking his phone, but gives you an indescribably noble feeling.

This man does have a fatal attraction to women. See, there are so many eyes prying him eagerly.

But, it doesn't include me. I know how cunning he could be.

"Good day, Miss. Heather," Dylan looks up to greet me, not forgetting to give me a charming smile.

Cheap tricks.

"Good day, Mr. Cornel," I try to sound cool, "I've told you several times, and I have no problem repeating myself, that they met on F-link, and that's fine, F-link brought them together, but we have nothing to do with this."

"Really? Then why does F-link refuse to disclose more information? " He stands up and slowly walks towards me. The smirk on his face only makes me want to give him a punch.

When we started doing dating apps, we already expected the risk related to criminal cases.

This time it is a rape case, the woman sued the man for violent rape, but the man denied. He hired a lawyer, the one right standing before me, to try to overturn the case.

Of course it needs evidence, so Dylan frantically visited us like a stalker .

But we have our own bottom line. F-link has always done a good job in protecting user privacy, which is why our products are so popular.

And I will not budge.

"Mr. Cornel, F-link has provided all the help we could. If you visit without invitation again, I will sue you for harassment." I warn him as I baldly meet his gaze.

"Just please give up this case, Mr. Cornel." I give an ultimatum and turn to leave but he blocks my way.

"Give up? It will never happen in my life." He steps one more forward and his tall figure covers me.

"So, Miss. Heather, are you sure not to support me?" I could feel his powerful aura around me.

He is crossing the bond, and I don't like it.

I need to calm myself down. So I step back until there is a safe distance from him. I purse my lips and inform him seriously, "Mr. Cornel, I think we've already made this clear enough.

But you never really listen to it and even broke into my office.

This is my last warning. Please leave or I'll call the police."

He raises his brow and gives me a more handsome smile, "I see. Then, I'm looking forward to our next meeting."

Next meeting?

I frowned, I don't think there's any need for us to meet again. As I was puzzled, he turned to me again,

"Miss Heather, firm and capable as they said. But I've also heard that you have some different sides. I hope to see it one day."

He finally leaves my office but his meaningful words with his hot eyes still troubled me.

Different sides? What does he mean?

Have we met each other elsewhere?