Her fault,His Dark obsession (Dark romance, Erotic billionaires)

That night, the heavy silence of the house was broken only by the soft buzz of Ariel’s phone. It was a message from Martha, containing a link to a job vacancy at Flinch Tech. “Ariel, this is the breakthrough you need,” the text read. “It’s a high-level executive assistant role. Prepare your CV tonight. Don't waste a single second.”

Ariel didn't waste a second. Waiting until the house was completely dead silent, she quietly opened her laptop in the dark. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she carefully updated her credentials. Once it was ready, she crept like a ghost down the hallway and into Draven’s private study room. She held her breath, flinching at every tiny noise, as the printer whirred to life and secretly spat out the pages. Clutching the warm paper to her chest, she hurried back to her room, hiding it safely away.

The following morning, she woke up exceptionally early. She forced herself to prepare a full breakfast for the household, ensuring there would be no excuses for her mother-in-law to screech at her, before slipping out of the house unnoticed and setting out to Flinch Tech for the job interview.

Getting there, however, Ariel felt her confidence instantly vanish. The grand lobby was packed with other applicants, all of whom were master's degree holders, impeccably dressed in high-end corporate attire, and radiating pure assurance. Ariel looked down at her own clothes, suddenly feeling completely out of place.

Fear gripped Ariel's chest. The sight of these highly qualified women breaking down made her feel entirely out of her depth. She stood up, her legs shaking, and turned on her heel, decided to leave and abandon the opportunity entirely. But just as she reached the silver bank of elevators, Vincent’s chief assistant, Andrew, stepped out and called her name loudly.

"Ariel Lin? Mr. Lauren will see you now."

Her breath hitched. There was no turning back now.

Andrew led her down a long, sleek hallway and pushed open the heavy double doors to the sprawling penthouse office. Ariel took a step inside, but the sight waiting for her made her freeze in absolute shock.

Her breath hitched. There was no turning back.

She walked into the sprawling penthouse office, but the sight waiting for her made her freeze in absolute shock. A gorgeous woman was on her knees, actively sucking Vincent's dick while moaning loudly. Vincent was leaning back, completely unbothered. Ariel just stood there, completely surprised, her face burning as she didn't know whether to look away or run.

Seeing Ariel enter, Vincent didn't even blink. He coldly looked down at the woman at his crotch and asked his prostitute to excuse them. The woman quickly gathered her designer purse, wiped her mouth, and scurried out past Ariel, leaving a heavy, tense, and highly charged silence in the room.

Vincent calmly stood up, buttoned his trousers, and adjusted his suit. He gestured to the chair across from him and asked Ariel to sit.

He picked up her CV, starting to ask standard corporate questions, but his dark, piercing eyes didn't stay on the paper for long. What completely cut his attention was how noticeably swollen her breasts were under her blouse.

Vincent leaned forward across the desk, his dark gaze locking onto her chest with a predatory focus. "Are you breastfeeding?" he asked bluntly, completely discarding the corporate script.

At first, Ariel felt incredibly uncomfortable and violated by such an intimate, inappropriate question in a job interview. But knowing how desperately she needed a way out of her life, she swallowed her shame, looked him in the eye, and responded, "Yes."

Vincent just smiled a slow, knowing expression that sent a shiver down her spine. He leaned back in his chair. "If you work for me, Mrs. Lin, would you always be available when I call?" Vincent asked, his voice dripping with an implicit, dark demand. "According to your file, you are a married woman. Married women usually have structural distractions at home."

Ariel didn't flinch. "My husband and I are getting a divorce," she said, her voice tightening with a mixture of pain and resolve. "And also... I just lost my child."

Hearing this, Vincent froze. The smile faded from his lips, replaced by a dark, intense heat that flared deep in his midnight eyes. He couldn't take his eyes off her. The raw vulnerability rolling off her, combined with the full, heavy swell of her lactating breasts and the sheer desperation in her gaze, hit him like a physical wave. Beneath the mahogany desk, his cock was hardening rapidly, turning thick and rigid just by the mere look of her. Her tragedy made her the perfect, unattached vessel for exactly what his failing health required.

Suppressing the sudden, violent surge of lust that threatened to break his professional composure, Vincent abruptly closed her file, cutting the interview short.

He looked up at her, his voice tight, rough, and strained. "My assistant will get back to you if you are in."