Chapter 208: Chapter 208

A mole, huh? Fuck. It couldn’t be Sarah—she probably didn’t even have that much clearance. So who was it? Marcus, maybe? Trying to throw us off by giving the news to Nala first so all the attention would land on him? Some reverse-psychology type of shit?

There were too many suspects. Hell, some people might even think it was me. Lucky for them, I had no clue what this Phoenix thing even was. I just knew it had something to do with AI and online protection… or something in that ballpark. I wasn’t good with tech. I just used to play games a lot, that was it.

Man… the day I sold my consoles just to pay rent was fucking depressing. And now look at me. I could buy the latest model without it even making a dent in my wallet.

The system clearly agreed this was big.

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NEW MAIN QUEST

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Title: Corporate Betrayal

Task: Find the mole in TechForge

Reward: +950 EXP, 1500c

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Fifteen hundred credits. That was Ability Points, Mastery Points, Time Stops, whatever the hell I wanted. I accepted before I even finished reading.

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– SHOP

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• Aphrodisiac Drink (10c)

• Silk Lingerie Set (25c)

• Sensual Massage Oil (15c)

• Mystery Pleasure Toy (30c)

• Flirt Potion (20c)

• Hypnotic Perfume (40c)

• Time Stop (90c)

• 500 Dollars (50c)

• 1 Ability Point (150c)

• 1 Mastery Point (160c)

• Main Quest Unlock (Bought)

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– Credits: 0c

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Zero credits. If I could just finish this main quest, I’d be filthy rich. I was already planning what I’d do with all that money when my phone rang. Delilah was calling.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Evan,” she purred. “Come over in an hour? We could… you know.”

“Working. How about five hours?”

“Ivy will be home by then…”

I dropped my voice. “That’s the fun part. Fucking you while your daughter’s in the next room.”

A soft moan on the line. “My God… you’re evil.”

“Five hours, Ms. Komb.”

“See you soon, Mr. Marlowe.”

She hung up, and I leaned back. I missed Delilah. It had been a while since I’d last seen her and tasted her pussy.

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REPUTATION SYSTEM (LVL 11)

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VILLAIN░░░░░░██░░░░░░░░░ HERO

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Flirting with your friend’s mother: –10

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Ah, come on. Delilah and I were basically lovers. Everything between us was consensual, and she was the one who loved pushing the limits, even when her daughter was nearby. So why the hell would that count against me?

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REPUTATION SYSTEM (LVL 11)

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VILLAIN░░░░░░██░░░░░░░░░ HERO

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Current Reputation: Bad

– More EXP gain when cheating

– Using degrading words during sex

boosts EXP gain.

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Great. Villain path officially locked in.

Another buzz—Penelope this time.

I answered fast. “Hey.”

“I’m gonna be quick,” she said, no greeting. “I saw Mendy on her phone today. Searching your name on Instagram. She’s been talking about you non-stop.”

My brain short-circuited. “Oh?”

“She’s falling for you, dumbass. Hard. So forget about that thing.”

“That thing?”

“I showed you my tits at her house. Pretend it never happened. I’m not doing that to my best friend. If you want her, talk to her like a normal human. And you didn’t hear this from me, or she’ll actually murder me.”

“I—this is sudden as hell.”

“I know. If I were her I’d push you into traffic, but… it’s Mendy. Big heart. Anyway, I’m out. Bye.”

She hung up the call, and I stayed frozen with the phone still against my ear. God damn it. No more of Penelope’s fake tits? I’d wanted one last go at them; fake or not, they were something else. And now Mendy was falling for me? She was the last person I ever expected to feel that way. She was pretty much perfect for everyone else—big-hearted, great personality, great body. And she’d been searching my name on Instagram, looking me up online? Shit, that definitely boosted my ego.

“Wow…” I muttered. “Mendy, huh?”

Nala stormed out of her office like a thundercloud, heels clicking sharp against the marble. She stopped right in front of my desk, eyes blazing.

“Cigarette, please.”

I didn’t argue. Pulled one from the pack, handed it over with my lighter. She took them without a word, spun on her heel, and marched back inside.

As she passed the threshold, she tapped something on the wall panel. The floor-to-ceiling glass walls instantly frosted over, shifting from crystal-clear to opaque black. Privacy mode engaged.

Amelia and Marcus emerged a second later, both looking like they’d aged five years in ten minutes. Amelia gave me a tight nod; Marcus didn’t even glance my way. They disappeared toward the elevators without a word.

I waited a beat, then stood and walked to her door. Pushed it open and stepped inside.

Nala was behind her desk, hair now loose and a little wild from yanking out the bun, cigarette glowing between her fingers. Smoke curled toward the ceiling like a slow-motion explosion. She looked wrecked.

“A traitor, huh?” I said, closing the door softly behind me.

“Yup.” She took a long drag, exhaled through her nose. “A fucking mole. Can’t believe it. Guy would’ve had security drag the bastard out by the hair already. People were terrified of him.”

I walked around the desk until I was right beside her chair.

“You’re not Guy,” I said quietly. “And that’s exactly why you’re going to crush this.”

She gave a tired laugh. “Yeah?”

“You’re smarter than he ever was. You actually give a damn about the people who work for you. That fear he used? It was cheap. Temporary. You build loyalty. Respect. That lasts.”

I cupped her cheek, made her look at me.

“You’re not just keeping his chair warm, Nala. You’re building something better. And whoever this mole is? They’re scared of you. That’s why they’re hiding in the dark, leaking scraps. Because they know when you find them, and you will, they’re finished.”

Her eyes softened, just a little.

I leaned down and kissed her. Slow, deep, tasting smoke and stress and the faint sweetness that was pure Nala. She kissed me back like she needed the air from my lungs.

When I pulled away, her shoulders had dropped a fraction.

I walked to the door, paused with my hand on the handle.

“You’ve got this,” I said without turning. “And you’ve got us.”

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REPUTATION SYSTEM (LVL 11)

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VILLAIN░░░░░░██░░░░░░░░░ HERO

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Being there when they need you: +5

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She let out a small, tired laugh. I glanced back—she was smiling now, small but real, cigarette glowing as she waved with two fingers.

I waved back, stepped out, and closed the door behind me.

Back at my desk, I sat down, cracked my knuckles, and stared at the frosted glass.

“Fucking corprate bullshit…”

❤︎‬‪‪❤︎‬‪‪❤︎

I raised my fist to knock, but the door eased open with a soft creak. Delilah pressed a finger to her lips, shushing me, eyes gleaming with wicked excitement. Behind her, Ivy was curled up on the couch, dead asleep, some cheesy family sitcom still playing on the TV.

I stepped inside, kicked the door shut with my heel, and grabbed Delilah by the waist. Our mouths crashed together, hungry and desperate. She moaned into the kiss, arms sliding around my neck as I walked us backward into the kitchen, keeping the couch,and Ivy, in plain sight.

“I fucking missed you, Delilah,” I growled against her lips.

“Oh, fuck yes,” she breathed, voice already shaking. “My pussy’s been aching for your cock every single night.”

I spun her around, bent her over the kitchen counter, and yanked her hot-pink yoga pants down in one rough pull. No panties. Her perfect ass and dripping pussy were right there, begging.

I dropped to my knees, spread her cheeks wide, and dragged my tongue up her slit in one long, filthy lick. She was soaked instantly, coating my lips, my chin.

“Fuck, Evan—” she whimpered, slapping a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound. “Lick me just like that… eat my pussy while my daughter’s right there.”

I groaned against her folds, tongue plunging inside, curling, tasting how sweet and desperate she was. She pushed back, grinding on my face, thighs trembling.

“God, yes… tongue-fuck me…”

My cock stirred, slow, sluggish, still drained from the marathon with the girls. But the danger, Ivy’s soft breathing ten feet away, the TV laugh track masking Delilah’s stifled moans, lit something primal in me. Blood started rushing south again.

I moved higher, tongue circling her tight little asshole, pressing inside. She jolted, a choked cry escaping despite her hand.

“Oh my God—yes—lick my ass, baby… get it nice and wet for that big cock…”

I kept devouring her, alternating between deep thrusts into her pussy and slow, filthy rimming, spreading her wider with every lick. Her legs shook harder, juices dripping down my chin, onto the floor.

My cock throbbed now, half-hard and climbing fast, the risk fueling me like gasoline on a fire.

Delilah reached back, fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me deeper.

“Don’t stop… please don’t stop… make me cum with my daughter right there…”

I kept my tongue buried deep in her ass, swirling slow, filthy circles while two fingers plunged into her dripping pussy, curling hard against that ridged spot that made her entire body jerk. Delilah’s legs trembled violently, her hand clamped so tight over her mouth I could see the veins standing out on her wrist. The kitchen smelled like sex and danger, the TV laugh track mocking how close we were to getting caught.

“Fuck, Evan… right there… eat my ass like the dirty little secret you are,” she hissed through her fingers, voice ragged and desperate. “Lick it deeper—make me your nasty fucking whore while my daughter’s right there.”

Nasty fucking whore? Delilah was getting into it, I could tell.

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