Chapter 62
Calliope's mind was a mess, like she was stuck in a dream, just drifting along without any control.
"I love you," she said, her voice sweet and innocent, dripping with charm.
Sylvester gave her a loving smile as he gently reached for the hem of her skirt. "Good girl."
Calliope felt like she was dreaming, naturally wrapping her arms around his waist. But if it was a dream, why did everything feel so real?
The soft moan of discomfort confused her. If this was just a dream, why were the sensations so intense?
What was happening?
"Calliope," Sylvester called her name softly. She snuggled into his arms and whispered, "I'm here."
The tension in the office was at its peak, ready to burst. Calliope's breathing was quick and shallow.
The voice in her ear echoed again, "Who do you love the most? Say it again."
Her dazed eyes stared at the ceiling as she thought, 'The person I love the most is Sylvester? Really? It should be.'
Night quietly settled in, and the office cooled down, while the starry sky outside sparkled.
On the sofa, Calliope lay peacefully on her side, covered with a man's suit jacket. Sylvester lounged lazily on the opposite sofa, an unlit cigarette between his lips, his deep gaze fixed on the sleeping Calliope, a helpless yet loving smile on his face.
Were women always this hard to figure out? Or was it just Calliope? Her thoughts were like a complex puzzle, as baffling as a high-level math problem.
Sylvester got up and headed to the office's attached restroom to take a shower and shake off his fatigue. Today had been exhausting.
Time quietly passed, and Calliope wandered in her dreams, experiencing a long, strange dream. In the dream, she actually kissed Sylvester? How crazy!
Even more unbelievable, in the dream, she seemed to have sex with Sylvester. Only in a dream could such wild things happen, things that would never happen in real life.
Suddenly, her fingertips twitched, and Calliope woke up abruptly from the nightmare, feeling disconnected from reality as she opened her eyes.
Where was she?
She stayed still, not daring to move, looking around. If she wasn't mistaken, this was Sylvester's office.
She thought, 'No way! How did I end up here?'
Calliope was full of questions, her body feeling weak. She slowly sat up, and the suit jacket covering her slid down to her knees. She picked it up and saw it was a man's jacket.
Looking around again, she confirmed this was indeed Sylvester's office, not a dream but reality.
No doubt, this suit jacket belonged to Sylvester.
She had come to find Sylvester but seemed to have forgotten some events that happened in between. She didn't know why her mind was blank.
Just as she was about to get up, Calliope noticed her clothes were completely open and tattered!
Her face changed dramatically, shocked. Had she made love with Sylvester again? But why didn't she feel anything and couldn't remember any details?
Looking down at the faint kiss marks on her chest, everything started to make sense.
What puzzled Calliope the most was why she had lost her memory. What was going on? Had Sylvester drugged her?
At this thought, Calliope's anger surged. She stood up abruptly, threw the suit jacket onto the sofa, and stormed into the restroom. She wanted to confront Sylvester, to ask why he was so despicable and shameless!
Calliope, dressed in torn clothes with hickeys faintly visible on her chest, stepped into the restroom. At that moment, Sylvester had just finished washing up and was casually buttoning his shirt in front of the mirror. Seeing her, he smirked. "You're awake."
Calliope didn't waste any time, lashing out, "I should have seen your true colors earlier! You're nothing but a complete bastard! I was fooled by your act! How ridiculous! Didn't you tell me to leave? Why did you do this? Your words mean nothing! No wonder everyone says you're a jerk! I thought your previous actions were bad enough, but now I see you're beyond redemption!"
Facing her harsh accusations, Sylvester put away his playful smile, squinted his eyes, and slowly turned around, scrutinizing the angry woman before him. He coldly said, "Calliope, are you schizophrenic? You were the one who threw yourself at me, and now you're blaming me. Are you in your right mind?"
He wouldn't take the blame.
Throw herself at him? Calliope sneered, full of sarcasm. "Do you think I'm stupid? Why would I approach you for no reason? Give me a reason!"
Sylvester squinted his eyes, anger surging within him. This woman actually made a U-turn!
"Everything's done; I thought you'd be smarter than that." Sylvester turned around to continue dressing, thinking Calliope was playing tricks.
"You're simply shameless!" Calliope felt she couldn't communicate with Sylvester because he didn't take it seriously.!
Sylvester finished dressing and walked out of the restroom. Calliope followed closely, still cursing, "And, I came to ask, on what grounds did you fire David? What right do you have?"
Sylvester sneered. "Right? You're asking me? As the CEO of the company, don't I have the right to fire an employee?"
Calliope was speechless, thinking, 'Well, he did have the right, but why fire him for no reason?'
"Even if you have the right, on what grounds did you fire him? He didn't do anything wrong! With one order, you can decide someone's fate, do you understand?"
Dressed up, Sylvester exuded an aura of authority. He easily pinned Calliope against the desk, forcing her to lean on the edge, her hands on the table.
He slowly approached, in an ambiguous posture, and asked in a low voice, "Tell me, what makes that loser so attractive to you?"
"You're the loser!" Calliope couldn't accept anyone belittling David, especially since David was never a loser. At least in her eyes, he was much better than Sylvester!
Just then, there was a knock on the door. Sylvester didn't change his posture but lazily responded, "Who is it?"
"It's me, Maggie." Then, a woman in a business suit walked in with a cup of coffee.
Maggie's name made Calliope fall into deep thought. It was familiar to her. And it felt like she had heard it somewhere before.
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