David's gaze flickered wearily to his phone, a deep sigh escaping his lips. The constant demands of the morning had left him yearning for a solitary moment, a respite from the chaos that seemed to envelop him. And now, like an untimely interruption, his mother's name flashed across the screen, each letter imprinting a sense of inevitability. He was sure this call had something to do with his now ex-wife, Faith. Summoning the energy to answer, David reluctantly pressed the accept button. "Hello, Mother," he greeted, the weariness layered within his words. "What can I do for you today?"

His mother's voice oozed with a sense of entitlement and an air of superiority, as if her words could command anyone's attention. "Darling, I want you and Faith to come for dinner tonight. I have a client I want to impress." David couldn't help but roll his eyes at his mother's typical request. Dinner had always been a display of luxury and the trappings of high society. He only attended such things to keep his mother happy. "Mother, I am working right now," he replied, his voice laced with exasperation. "Besides, I have no idea what Faith has planned for tonight." he made up the excuse, knowing he did not plan to go home tonight. He had told Faith he had business to attend to. She had signed the divorce papers without a fight and asked for nothing in return. Sinking back into his reclining chair, David found solace in its comfort, his mind still racing with work-related thoughts. He remembered his plans to see Camilla tonight and how he had been looking forward to thrusting into her under a hot shower. He yearned for a break from the frenzy of it all, a momentary escape from the expectations that burdened him as the son of the company's CEO. However, a small voice within reminded him that as a figure of authority, he had the added responsibility of setting an example for the employees. Despite longing for respite, he knew he had to remain diligent and dedicated to the company's success. His laptop screen stared back at him, a canvas filled with unfinished tasks and looming deadlines.

"Then call her then and ask her to cancel her plans. She needs to be there too," his mother insisted, her voice dripping with insistence. David sighed, his mother's demands pressing on his already burdened shoulders. Reluctantly, he agreed, "Fine, I'll call her." With a button tap, David ended the call, his weariness enveloping him like a suffocating cloak. How could he expect Faith to suddenly agree to a dinner with his mother after slapping divorce papers in her face? The raw emotions and pain that had accompanied their separation were still fresh, and David knew that seeking her compliance would only unleash a torrent of tears and heartache. Frankly, he did not possess the strength to confront and navigate through her fragile state. Shaking his head, he momentarily closed his eyes, seeking refuge from the chaos in his mind. He couldn't help but wonder if there would ever be a moment of respite, a sanctuary from the endless demands and expectations placed upon him. He could not help but wonder if he had been too harsh on Faith. 

"Sarah," David called out, reaching out to his trusted assistant. Her voice was attentive as she responded, "Yes, sir?" 

David paused momentarily, the weight of his words settling on his shoulders. "Please, Sarah, kindly contact my wife and inform her about our dinner plans tonight. Let her know it would mean a great deal to me if she could join me in impressing my mother. Ask her to dress elegantly and put in the effort to make this evening special." 

"Certainly, sir. I will act promptly," Sarah replied, imbuing her voice with determination. She understood the importance of this task and its significance for David.

A sudden knock on the door jolted him from his thoughts, making him believe it was his assistant again. However, as he turned, a surge of shock coursed through his body when he saw Camilla standing at the doorway, an alluring presence that took his breath away. His mouth agape, David struggled to find his words as he drank in her stunning appearance, a long coat gracefully falling to the floor as she teasingly unzipped it, revealing a corset top and an irresistible pair of undergarments that accentuated her slender figure. Every inch of her exuded a seductive allure that ignited a longing within David, a desire to embrace and kiss her passionately.

"Oh, my love," he managed to utter, attempting to explain the unexpected turn of events. "My mother insists that Faith and I attend a dinner tonight. I was just about to inform you, but you arrived before I could." Disappointment seeped into Camilla's expression, a flicker of sadness beneath her captivating gaze. 

"I feel so foolish coming here like this," Camila exclaimed with a shake of her head, and as she went to zip her coat back up and leave, David reached for her, pulling her close against his chest, and kissed her fervently, promising to make it up to her amid the chaos.

"I want to do so many bad things to you," he mumbled excitedly. 

"Take Me now over that desk. Fuck me like your life depends on it." Camilla whispered in David's ear as she kissed his neck and grabbed hold of his erection. 

However, their intimate moment was abruptly shattered by the voice of Sarah, his assistant, delivering an unwanted revelation through the intercom. "Mr. Kingston, I apologise for the interruption, but your wife is not answering her phone. From what I gather, she was seen leaving your apartment with a suitcase not too long ago." Sarah's words pierced through the room, causing David's jaw to tense as an anger-fueled grunt escaped him.