Chapter 513: Chapter 513

She looked at me for a long beat, her breathing still a bit heavy. I could see the conflict in her eyes—the professional woman battling the part of her that belonged entirely to the chaos I brought into her life. Finally, she let out a long, defeated sigh and rolled her eyes.

"Fine," she muttered, a small, twisted smile playing on her lips. "But if I have to throw these silk panties away, you’re buying me three new pairs. Expensive ones."

"Deal," I grinned.

I slowly slid out of her, the sound a wet, heavy pop. Jasmine didn’t reach for the tissues. Instead, she stood up on shaky legs, reaching down to grab the thin lace of her panties. She looked me right in the eye as she pulled them up, the fabric immediately soaking up the evidence of what we’d just done. She smoothed her skirt over her hips, the wetness already creating a dark, hidden patch that only we would know about.

I stood up and delivered a sharp, stinging smack to her butt, the sound echoing in the stall.

"Good girl," I whispered.

Jasmine just shook her head, fixing her hair in the tiny mirror on the wall. "You’re going to be the death of me, Evan Marlowe. Now get your pants on. We have work to do."

I buckled my belt, feeling a surge of satisfaction as the system pinged, confirming the 50SC had been added to my balance. The day was just getting started.

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ON A ROLL COMPLETED

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CASH OUT OR SAVE IT?

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CURRENT SC: 225

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I checked my interface again, and, surprise, surprise, still zero EXP.

The notification mocked me. I’d just pulled off an unhinged quest, basically marking Jasmine in the middle of a corporate office, and the system was still holding out on me. This Villain tag was starting to become a real double-edged sword. On one hand, the penalties were a bitch; on the other, the perks, like that Hypnotize skill, were the only reason I’d managed to take down Chase and keep my head above water. If I was going to unmask this "K" person and end the shitshow, I needed that power. Maybe I was actually starting to like being the bad guy.

From my spot on the toilet lid, I watched Jasmine fix the hem of her skirt. The fabric was already darkening where the silk met her thighs, a damp patch blooming right where I’d left my mark. It was a perfect, filthy view. EXP or not, seeing her like that made my blood boil all over again. My dick was already straining against my fly, throbbing with a second wind I didn’t expect to have so soon.

"I think I’ll fuck Tessa next," I muttered, my voice low and raspy. "This wasn’t enough. Not even close."

Jasmine let out a short, breathless chuckle as she smoothed her hair. "Hey, your boss is Nala. My boss is a man named Henker. You can afford to sit here all day and play king, but I have a department to run. You can just say, ’Hey, I’m re-arranging Jasmine’s guts in the second-floor restroom, okay, Nala?’ but I can’t."

"I know, I know. You only had a ten-minute break," I said, grinning as I reached out to squeeze her hip one last time. "You go back to your spreadsheets. I’ll call Tessa down here and finish what you started."

"Good... why not Kim?" she asked, leaning against the stall door.

"She’s on break," I replied easily. "I actually called her first, but she told me she was busy, so I called you."

"WHAT?" Jasmine’s eyes widened, her mouth dropping open.

"I’m kidding, I’m kidding," I laughed, catching her hand before she could swat me. "I saw her on the way over. She told me she was heading out for lunch."

She punched my shoulder—hard. I actually winced; she had some serious strength behind that blow. Kayla’s gym app was clearly doing wonders for her muscle tone. Between her and Sophia, I was going to end up covered in bruises if I didn’t watch my mouth.

"Idiot," she muttered, shaking her head. She gave me one last lingering look, then slipped out of the cubicle.

I stayed where I was, listening to the heavy thud of the restroom door closing behind her. I pulled out my phone and sent a quick, blunt text to Tessa: ’2nd floor restroom. The cold water one. Love ya.’

While I waited, I scrolled through the news, but the headlines about the blizzard and the local politics couldn’t hold my interest. I hopped over to my hidden folder and tapped on the latest set of nudes Delilah had sent me. Seeing her arched over her bed, looking back at the camera with that "bad mother" smirk, didn’t help the ache in my crotch.

A few minutes passed. The silence of the restroom was broken only by the hum of the ventilation. Then, the main door creaked open. Footsteps, sharp, rhythmic clicks of heels on tile, approached my stall and stopped right in front of the door.

I looked up as the door swung inward.

Tessa stood there, looking every bit the professional powerhouse. She was wearing a sleek pencil skirt that hugged her curves, paired with sheer black stockings that made her legs look miles long. Her white blouse was tucked in perfectly, not a single wrinkle in sight. Her eyes dropped immediately to my lap, where I was sitting with my cock hard and ready, pulsing in the dim light.

"Wow," she said, her voice dripping with dry amusement. "Really, Evan? Didn’t you literally just finish with Jasmine? I passed her in the hall—she was walking like she had a secret and she smelled like... well, like you."

"Hey, I missed you," I said, leaning back and gesturing for her to come closer.

Tessa stepped into the cramped space, her presence immediately making the air feel warmer. She tilted her head, a skeptical smile playing on her lips. "Did you? Or did you just miss having a pussy to sink into?"

"Just close the door and come in, Tessa."

She let out a soft sigh, reaching back to slide the bolt into place. She looked at me, then at the toilet lid, then back at my face. "An animal... you’re a literal animal, Evan Marlowe."