Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
Then, Audrey sobbed, her hands trembling as she shook Cornell’s shoulders with a flair for the dramatic. “I told him I was your girlfriend, but he still tried to make advances on me and even spilled the soup I had brought for you!”
The spilled soup was there on the floor for everyone to see, drawing their eyes away from the scene at hand. Suddenly, their perception of Henley began to shift. Their admiration dimmed.
“Can Henley really be such a person?” they wondered aloud.
Henley, for his part, was completely taken aback by Audrey’s actions, half-convinced she was under some spell.
Nonetheless, Audrey did not relent. She intensified her act, stomping her foot and complaining, “And he said some really awful things too!”
Cornell, previously in a foul mood, found himself unexpectedly entertained by the spectacle. Struggling to keep a straight face, he inquired, “And what did he say?”
Audrey, still playing her part between sobs, responded, “He boasted about taking everything that’s yours, including me, and even talked about seizing control of the company…”
Audrey was weaving her narrative with skills, straddling the line between truth and drama. Henley had indeed made comments far worse than what she recounted, but she chose her words carefully to hide her true identity and motive. And Henley’s ambitions toward the company? Those were very real, leaving no room for accusations of falsehood.
Cornell fixed a steely look on Henley and dismissed him with a scoff.
“Only in your dreams.”
Audrey showed her wrist to Cornell. “Look, he left a bruise,” she pointed out, her voice a mix of pain and accusation.
Cornell’s expression softened, his anger giving way to concern as he gently offered, “Let me see to that for you.”
The room fell into a hushed surprise at Cornell’s gentle gesture, something they hadn’t expected from the usually reserved Cornell.
For a man of Cornell’s stature, who had been known to be single for such a long time, acknowledging a girlfriend was not just unusual but rather astonishing.
Everyone was buzzing with curiosity about Audrey, who had garnered such attention from him.
Cornell, with a look of disdain aimed at Henley, issued a warning, “If there’s a next time, expect more than just a few punches.”
Cornell then placed his arm protectively around Audrey’s shoulders, signaling their departure.
Henley stood still, his gaze icy, as Cornell and Audrey walked away.
He was taken aback by Audrey’s cunning, caught off guard by her ability to turn the tables on him.
To retaliate openly would tarnish his carefully maintained image, yet to stay silent seemed to confirm the accusations against him. In either case, Audrey had struck a blow to his reputation.
Henley exited the scene silently, his departure leaving a chill in the air, and convincing the onlookers even further of Audrey’s claims.
The disparity in Henley’s usual demeanor and his current predicament was striking.
Back in Cornell’s office, the door had barely clicked shut when Cornell Lifted Audrey onto the desk and began treating her bruises with alcohol from his drawer.
“It’s not as bad as it looks. I exaggerated a bit by rubbing it more,”
Audrey confessed.
Audrey believed that without making the injury appear severe, people wouldn’t reconsider their views about Henley.
Cornell’s response was a low hum, a mix of advice and concern.
“Don’t take him on alone when I’m not there.”
Cornell was worried she might be putting herself at risk. The incident, having unfolded in the Clement Group with him arriving in the nick of time, left him contemplating the worse possibilities.
Seeing Cornell’s troubled look, Audrey, perched on the desk, reached out to wrap her arms around his waist, offering comfort, “Why worry? I’m perfectly fine.”
Cornell was a little upset at first, but Audrey’s hugging calmed him down.
He messed up her hair gently and said, “You have to give me a heads -up, no matter what, even if it’s just a text. I’ll see it, even if I’m in a meeting.”
If he’d known about her visit and had arranged for someone to pick her up, this whole situation could have been avoided.
Audrey snuggled closer to him, whispering, “Alright.”
She noticed him tense up. Quickly, she stopped hugging him and started to undo his shirt.
After she pulled his shirt from his pants and unfastened two buttons, Cornell caught her hand. He looked at her with a puzzled expression.
“What are you doing?”
“Just checking if you’re in pain again,” Audrey responded with a slight frown. “You’ve been ignoring the doctor’s advice and pushing yourself too hard.”
“Okay, go ahead,” Cornell conceded, guiding her hand beneath his shirt.
Audrey’s hand brushed against his tight abs, making her cheeks turn pink.
She attempted to withdraw her hand, but he held on, guiding her hand further downward until…
“Cornell!” Audrey’s voice was almost a shout.
“Yes?”
“What are you making me touch?” Audrey’s cheeks turned a bright shade of red.
Cornell looked at her intently. “Didn’t you say you wanted to take a look?”
“But I thought your injuries were higher up. Why should I check there?”
And there they were, still in Cornell’s office. It was all becoming too much!
Noticing her blushing ears, Cornell couldn’t resist teasing her, “You just hastily unbuttoned my shirt. Thought that’s what you wanted.”
“Who… Who would want that!”
With a slight smile, Cornell stepped back, leaned against the desk, and effectively cornered her with his arms, his voice teasing. “Your actions were too suggestive. Can’t blame me for misinterpretation.”
Audrey was rendered speechless.
Being this close, Audrey couldn’t handle his intense look, feeling a wave of unease. She avoided his eyes, pushing against his chest.
“Come on. We’re at the company.”
“And what’s with the company?” Cornell’s voice was low and enticing, whispering, “It’s not like we haven’t done it here before.”
Now, Audrey’s ears and face were equally red. “I… I’ll leave you to work…”
She tried to move away from the desk, but he kept her in place.
“You’re my girlfriend. Let’s do whatever a couple do, shall we?”
Cornell suggested, his words made Audrey’s face heat up even more.
Not wanting to attract attention to her past with Cornell, Audrey claimed she was Cornell’s girlfriend in front of everyone just now.
Cornell gently lifted her chin with his fingers, turned her face to his, and whispered huskily, “So, could you continue to check if I’m alright?”
Audrey felt her cheeks warm up as Cornell gave her a soft, wet kiss on her ear. People said every guy had a secret thing they liked. She could tell Cornell really liked to play with her ears. With just her ear, he seemed to know a thousand ways to make her groan.
Holding her chin, Cornell got closer, his breath tickling her ear as he teased her with his tongue.
It felt ticklish and a bit wet. Trying to hide her nervousness, Audrey pulled away slightly, whispering, “Cornell…”
“You’re not being good again. What did you just call me?” His cool demeanor and the warm breath against her ear made Audrey’s heart race even more.
“Hmm… Audrey let out a quiet moan, her thoughts all jumbled, struggling to remember what to call him.”
As she hesitated, Cornell continued his playful teasing, his tongue tracing her ear and briefly dipping inside.
His actions, so contrary to his otherwise reserved expression, were incredibly arousing.
Audrey felt her skin prickle with his touch, sending a thrill through her. Her breathing quickened, her body tense and quivering. “Cornell…” she whispered more softly.
“Corn… Honey…” Her voice became soft and tearful as she spoke.
When Cornell heard what he was waiting for, a small smile appeared on his face, and he said in a gentle, low voice, “Don’t worry. We won’t be interrupted.”
But it was the middle of the day.
Despite his words of comfort, the bright office lights that turned on automatically behind the curtains made Audrey feel exposed as she was kissed and caressed under such bright light. She started feeling a heat surge through her body, like she was coming down with something.
“Um… Please… Stop…” she mumbled, tilting her head back to reveal her neck. Her voice cracking as she continued, “Please, stop… It’s just too much…”
She couldn’t quite put her feelings into words, but she marveled inwardly at how skilled Cornell was, feeling almost out of her body.
Audrey looked weak, her cheeks a soft shade of pink, utterly bewitching.
Cornell, utterly smitten yet playful, understood how women often hold back from voicing what they want, making it hard for them to fully enjoy themselves.