The two men who were seated together seemed to be completely taken aback when Sierra suddenly burst back into the room with an intimidating face and sent a glare at both of them, making the atmosphere of the room instantly tense.

"Si-Sierra... i-it's not what you see and think. We just-" Ace stuttered, trying to explain before his words were cut off sharply by Sierra.

"What, what exactly are you trying to say, Mr. Valentino? Why are you talking like a man who is cheating on his wife behind her back? Oh, are you really cheating on her? And your mistress is a man? What a waste!"

Sierra sneered sarcastically, shaking her head over and over again as if she could not get over what she was witnessing. She wondered if everything in her pretty brain right now was not true, just an illusion. There was no way, she thought, that her husband was having an affair with his own secretary... and that was with a man.

"Sierra, just listen, what you have in your mind is all wrong, m-me and Lance did not do anything at all-"

"You cheated on me with your secretary, Ace? And that was with a man? What the hell?!" Her tone was pitched high, radiating the anger she was holding back.

Not only shutting up, Ace's body stiffened at her accusation. Hell, he didn't even know what to say in his defense. Sierra was no fool, there was no way she would just believe any explanation after seeing all this.

"Why are you two not talking?!" she demanded again, this time more harshly. The glint in her green eyes became fiercer, making Lance look down, avoiding eye contact with Sierra.

Taking a step that was both graceful and threatening, Sierra walked over to them. Both men were rooted to the spot, like deer caught in the headlights of a car. "I should have known better from the start. Seeing the way you two were talking and staring at each other, it was like you had something to hide. But my pretty brains chose to believe and not to think badly. And now, I see with my own eyes how your relationship is clearly more than just that of a superior and subordinate."

"Sier-"

"Hush!" Sierra lifted one index finger, placing it right on his lips. Her green eyes glared at the two of them who were stealing glances at each other. "I've been thinking about this. Is this the reason why you forced me to marry you, Ace? You're just using me as a shield to cover up your sexual desires for males? And on top of that, you're making me the dumbest woman in the world. Wow, how brilliant, Mr. Valentino."

Sierra clapped her hands loudly, mockingly, as if rewarding the lie and appreciating his skill in fooling her. Even burst out laughing, more like laughing at herself for having the bad luck of being fooled by such an arrogant man. If only she knew that Ace was a gay man, she would have strongly rejected the marriage at all costs.

"Let's divorce!" she declared.

One sentence, two words slipped from her lips and Ace widened his eyes, shocked beyond belief. No way! That was not going to happen. If she and him got divorced, it would ruin his image in front of people and the rest of society. After all, they had only been married for a few days.

"We're not getting divorced, Sierra! You can ask me for anything, but you can't ask for a divorce!"

She furrowed her brows, sneering in disbelief after hearing his words and his rejection of divorce. Oh boy... This arrogant and rude jerk was really testing her patience. If they weren't going to divorce, then what was the point of this ridiculous marriage? She was cheated on when they were only married for a week, and what was more insane was that she was cheated on by her husband with a man.

"What the hell can I expect from a crazy marriage like this, huh? What can I expect from a man who hates the pleasure holes of heaven and prefers the ass of hell? What, you think you can have kids when your seed goes into the colon instead of the uterus huh!" Sierra spat.

He rubbed his face roughly, trying to calm down from the rage that was building up after hearing all of her accusations. He may not like women, but he also never got to the stage of having an intimate relationship to the extent that Sierra was talking about. He would rather be jerking off than having to stab a man in the back. However, there was something about Lance that made him feel at ease. It was soothing to the point that he could no longer look at women in the same way anymore.

"Didn't we agree not to interfere in each other's business, Sierra? Your life is your life and my life is my life. You got that, didn't you?" he snapped at her harshly, trying to keep the heated atmosphere in check.

Sierra stared at him in stunned disbelief. He seemed to be taking their current marriage issues for granted. Oh, come on, if only the mistress was a woman, she probably wouldn't feel this humiliated. But this mistress was a man, her husband's mistress was a man and it made Sierra Carlson's pride punch her in the gut.

"If you want me to stay out of your business," Sierra said, her voice filled with bitterness, "then divorce me! That way, you'll be free to do whatever you want, no? You can even have affairs with many men behind his back!"

Looking disgusted, Sierra pointed a finger at Lance who was standing idly beside Ace's desk. The tall, fair-skinned man did not make any sound or defense from his mouth, which made Sierra even more sure of what was going on.

"I told you, there will never be a divorce between us, Mrs. Valentino!" Ace retorted in a strong tone. "You can ask me for anything, but don't ever talk about divorce!"

The corners of her lips lifted slightly, sarcastically, at his words. Looking haughty, she got up from her seat, walking slowly towards Ace, passing by Lance who was still frozen in silence. She positioned herself and stopped right behind Ace's body, as she slowly moved one hand to gently touch his shoulder, caressing it down to his broad chest that was still wrapped in his blue shirt that matched the color of the suit he was currently wearing, cooing at him.

"If I ask you something, will you grant it, Ace?" Sierra asked in a tender, sultry tone.

Ace tried to get rid of her naughty hands that were slowly creeping down his body. She could see that Ace was not swayed at all by her flirting charms.

"What do you want?"

As he managed to get her hand out of the way before her naughty hand touched something on his crotch, Sierra flashed a bitter smile. Not that Sierra was a slut, she just wanted to see for herself if his dick would get turned on when her hand gently touched and squeezed it. But alas, her wish died as Ace had already pushed her hand away before it had a chance to do its job properly.

However, Sierra was not one to give up easily. She leaned her face closer to his ear, even daring to blow into his ear, and whispered in a coaxing tone, "Leave him or divorce me! That's an easy choice, isn't it?"

She innocently smiled at Ace who was looking at her with loathing and piercing eyes. As for Lance, he too ended up lifting his face after he had looked down silently for a long time with a shocked yet resentful face.

"You can't act like that to Ace, Ms. Carlson!" The voice of Lance broke, at last, sounding emotional. "This is his life, and you're just a stranger in his life, while I... I'm the one who's always been there for him, no matter what."

Raising one eyebrow, Sierra listened sarcastically to the words of Lance who had been silent and now spoke up, it was clear that he did not like what she wanted. Lance did not seem to want Ace to get rid of him and take his place with her.

"You shameless jerk!" Sierra snapped back in a furious tone. "You should be ashamed of sneaking in between other people's marriages and ashamed of that dick of yours. I ask you once again, Ace... leave him and I will keep being your wife or you can keep him and divorce me. That way you'll be free to be with him until death."

Taking a deep breath, he stated, "I can't, I can't divorce you or leave Lance. You know that don't you? No matter what, I will never be tempted by that body of yours."

The words he had thrown at her had truly trampled her pride as a woman and even shattered it in an instant. Ace had truly awakened her wild side. Sierra would prove that a hot babe like her could make this dumb guy hotter than that bastard jackass.

"We'll see about that, Mr. Valentino. I will make sure you beg for my body like crazy!"

The words Sierra threw out challengingly made Ace glare at her scornfully. The good-looking man with an athletic body broke into a sinister smile as his eyes fell on her, who was standing proudly in front of him.

 "Look, Sierra, I would never be tempted or beg to touch your body, let alone crave it. Even if you were stripped naked in front of me, I would never indulge in your body!" He said in an icy tone, emphasizing each word that slipped out of his lips.

 Those words utterly pierced her pride as a woman to the core. Despite how much every other man admired her slender and perfectly proportioned body, as a gorgeous model with a flawless body, here was this man who was now her husband blatantly mocking her. Her face flushed red, not from being ashamed, but from the rage roiling inside her chest. 

"Well, to hell with it," she mumbled nonchalantly. 

If Ace was looking down on her, then she would do something to show that she could bring him to her knees. That she could make Ace Valentino, her husband, into a straight guy who wanted a pussy instead of someone with a useless rod. 

Sucking in a deep breath, she pulled herself together. Her eyes shut for a short moment, feeling the pulse of blood that was about to explode from her body. Opening her eyes slightly, she made up her mind to use another ploy. 

"Fine, Mr. Valentino. If you think so, how about we make a deal? Well, you could say some kind of bet." Her voice sounded cooler, but her eyes glinted both calculating and daring.

He lifted a single eyebrow, taken aback by her offer. On the other hand, Lance, who had been watching from the corner of the room, got intrigued by the argument that was going on between Sierra and Ace.

"A deal, you say?" Ace asked, his voice laced with bewilderment.

"Yeah, something like that," Sierra replied as she smiled teasingly. "We can call it an agreement."

"What kind of agreement do you mean?" He asked again, this time in a more wary tone as he narrowed his eyes.

Sierra flashed him a flirtatious smile as she stepped her feet in a seductive motion, walking over to him, who was looking at her suspiciously. She stood tall in front of his bulky and sturdy body. Due to their height difference, Sierra even had to look up to meet his eyes. 

With a smooth, yet alluring gesture, one of her hands lifted up and wantonly crept up to his neck, slightly fiddling with the perfectly placed tie. Her touch was soft yet lustful, her delicate fingers rubbing his muscular shoulders in a tantalizing move as if trying to seduce him. 

"I'll stick with you for... at least a year," she started talking in a silky tone, her breath hitting his skin. "If I can't get you to fall head over heels for me in one year, then you'll be set free to hook up with any guy you want. But if I can get you to fall head over heels for me in one year, then leave Lance. Leave everything that has to do with your disgusting past and stay with me and our children in the future. How's that? Don't you agree with me?"

Ace simply glared at her blankly, not showing any emotion on his face. Making her lean even closer, rubbing her big, plump breasts dangerously close to his chest, as if trying to trigger a reaction from him.

But instead, Ace shifted his gaze over to Lance, who was standing in the corner of the room. The look on Lance's face was tense and disapproving, shaking his head anxiously at his male lover. Ace squeezed his eyes shut slightly, catching a deep breath to cool down. It was then, out of the blue, that he jerked Sierra's body away from him, making her jolt in shock and stumble a little.

"Fine! We'll seal this deal, or whatever you want to call it," he spat in a harsh and rather cold tone.

"However, I will make sure that everything in that dirty little brain of yours never happens, mark my words!"

"Ace-"

Before Lance could protest any further, Ace had already raised one hand to stop him. The gesture made Lance more irritated. He couldn't accept that ridiculous deal Ace had made. What if Sierra managed to seduce Ace? What if Ace was totally tempted by Sierra, the woman who was officially his wife, not like him, who was just the third person in this relationship? 

"You'd better shut up, Lance," he scolded sternly. "Go back to your desk right now!" 

Lance glared at Ace with cold and resentful eyes, then flicked a sidelong glance at Sierra, who was smiling triumphantly. Her smile grew even brighter at seeing his visible irritation. Oh, come on, she mused. She was a famous model, a queen in the modeling world, and she knew exactly how to charm a man. But, as Sierra was aware, she had to come up with a better strategy to win this bet. She has to make sure that Ace is captivated by her and even more than that, she has to make sure that he gets her pregnant - naturally, not with the help of drugs or any other shady tricks. 

"Okay, hubby," Sierra sang in a tone that was both sugary and sly, her eyes looking meaningfully at Ace.

"So, what do you think we're going to do now?" 

***** 

Sierra tossed her body into the swimming pool that was in the backyard of the luxurious mansion owned by Ace. Leaping gracefully, she dives into the water, creating a splash that makes the surface of the pool rumble. Wearing nothing but a super sexy bikini that only covered her breasts and pussy part, her curvy back and plump ass were vividly visible. If any man saw her at this moment, they would no doubt be so enchanted that they wouldn't be able to take their eyes off her, perhaps even getting a nosebleed from being too mesmerized by her perfect curves. 

Lifting her head from the water, she brushed her long wet hair back, giving a hot and alluring vibe to her appearance. The rays of sunlight that touched her wet skin made her glow, like a goddess who had just come out of the water. The guards who were standing on duty around the mansion couldn't help but steal glances at her, though they knew that it would be rude. Their eyes secretly followed her every move, filled with awe and pent-up desire. 

Leisurely, Sierra crawled up to the surface of the swimming pool. Not caring about the gawking stares mixed with adoration from the men who were secretly ogling her. As an international-class professional model, she was used to such stares. She often wears a wide variety of outfits, from bikinis that show off her curves to heavy, covered winter clothes. Her hot body has often been featured in fashion and business magazines, so she knows exactly how to use her assets to catch the eye.

"Even if you are a smoking hot model and are used to wearing such clothes, at least don't act like a slut when you are inside my house!" His deep, raspy baritone voice blasted in from behind, breaking the quiet scene. 

Sierra whipped her head around with a faint smile on her lips; instead of taking offense at his harsh words, she seemed to enjoy the sarcasm. Moreover, she even played with her feet that were dipped in the pool water in a flirtatious motion, making small ripples on the surface of the water.

"Oh, I see you're home early, Ace. I thought you'd be home late at night. I'm sorry for not welcoming you, my dear hubby," she cooed sweetly.

Sierra got up from her spot at the poolside, water dripping off her wet body, making her smooth skin shine under the sun. She walked slowly, taking each step with intentions set clearly to flirt, aiming his gaze coldly in her direction. His eyes remained frosty, but there was a flash of pent-up emotion in them, whether it was rage or desire, she could not be sure.

"Are you tired, hubby?" She asked him tenderly and coaxingly, moving closer to Ace until they were only inches apart. "I can give you a massage if you're tired... or maybe we can spend some time together in the bathtub as I massage your fatigued body," she went on in a cooing tone, her delicate hands rubbing over his hard chest under his shirt, trying to evoke a reaction. 

Both her hands roamed wherever she wanted, touching every inch of his body that she could reach. Smiling her sweetest, most charming smile, Sierra kept up the pace, playing with every detail that she knew could turn the guy on. She made up her mind not to let him have an ounce of peace. Whenever and wherever they are together, Sierra will take every single chance to seduce him. She will not let Lance, the man-whore, win this time. Never.

"Why aren't you answering? Are you tire-"

"Aaahhhh!" 

She gasped and staggered as her body was violently pushed by him. In the blink of an eye, she plunged back into the pool with the sound of roaring water breaking the quiet. Once she came to the surface, Sierra tried to catch her breath as best as she could. She was panting, her eyes bloodshot from shock and burning anger. 

"Fuck you, Ace!" she shouted furiously, shaking her long wet hair out of her face. 

Ace was just about to walk away when all of a sudden he halted in his tracks. Casting a glance at Sierra, who was now staring resentfully at him from inside the pool. Their eyes locked on each other, filled with the burning fire of an unspoken quarrel. 

"Stop acting like a slut!" he snarled in a voice filled with disgust and bitterness. "I told you, no matter how hard you try, it will never work!" 

After saying that, he turned his face away and strode away, his broad, muscular back moving away, fading into the house. Sierra glared at him with an annoyed look, gritting her teeth to hold back the boiling anger inside her chest. 

"Okay, Sierra," she muttered to herself, trying to soothe herself. "Relax and breathe in deeply, then blow out slowly. This one may have failed, but not for the next time. I will make sure that you will be crazy about me, Ace... and once you're crazy about me, I will abandon you, Mr. Arrogant. Break free from you. So you know how it feels. How could he say that I'm a slut!" she spat holding back the anger that was about to break out inside her. 

Catching her breath, she tried to calm down again. However, a loud shout from inside the house abruptly ruined her concentration. 

"Take your eyes off my wife's body!" His voice boomed from within, filled with a hint of authority and hidden jealousy. 

For her part, Sierra was still enjoying her leisure time, swinging her legs and arms in the pool, lazily moving. She simply shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, paying no heed to his shouting. Instead, she chose to enjoy her afternoon swim, letting the cool water soak into her body that was burning from the anger and failure she had just experienced.

"Just you wait a bit more, hubby," she whispered lowly, almost as if talking to herself. "Two can play this game. And I won't lose."

The sound of camera shots could be heard throughout the studio. Every flash of light illuminates her stunning face and body as she boldly and confidently strikes a sensual pose. Her fluid body language, as well as the perfect curves she portrays, make the mood of the shoot even hotter.

 The lavish evening gown from a top brand, draped over her body so exquisitely, seemed to complement her stunning beauty.

She is truly a model who is used to the spotlight, and she knows exactly how to carry every outfit she wears. She never fails to strike any pose, be it graceful or sensual. Her beautiful and alluring body makes the photographer's job easier. Her every move seems designed to make the camera fall in love with her.

"Okay, that's a wrap!" the photographer's voice boomed at last, bringing an end to such a breathtaking session.

Breathing a sigh of relief, she straightened her waist, which felt a little stiff after almost two hours of twisting and flexing her body to get the perfect pose. She flicked away a strand of hair that was stuck to her face, then smiled with content. The exhausting photo shoot was over.

"Good job, Sierra. Your poses never fail me. You always nail the whole concept perfectly," complimented the photographer with an adoring smile.

She walked over to Edgar, the photographer she had been working with for the past few years. Edgar was one of the best photographers, and their working relationship had always gone smoothly. She smiled back at him warmly. For Sierra, whenever she worked with Edgar, everything became easier because he knew exactly how to capture the best angles for her.

"Wow, you're really good at this, Ed! That pose you took looks so damn hot and juicy!" She stared at the image on the camera with sparkling eyes and couldn't help but admire it.

Edgar chuckled, seeing her enthusiastic expression. Even though he had already photographed many models, but he still could not deny her charm, which always managed to make every shoot feel wonderful. Moreover, it could be seen from the look on his face that he was not lying and that he was admiring her.

"I should have told you that, Sierra. You are a master at bringing every pose to life with a natural, sensual touch. No wonder your portraits always turn out amazing," said Edgar, still with a smile plastered on his face.

As their laughter broke out, the sound of their carefree voices echoed around the room, as if they did not care about the world outside. Alas, little did she know that there was someone who had been watching her interactions with Edgar. That figure was standing in the corner of the room, narrowing his eyes, staring resentfully.

"That slut... not at home, not at work, she's still a slut," the person spat out mockingly, the hateful voice sounding like a whisper of venom.

The person then stomped his feet again, leaving the two people engrossed in their own world.

*****

"Sierra!"

She was about to enter the elevator but quickly turned her head back. Her brows furrowed as she saw Rosalie running towards her, slightly out of breath.

"Hi, Rose. What's up?" she asked the girl as she reached out her hand, hugging her best friend tightly. It had been a few days since they had seen each other due to their busy schedules.

"Ugh, I'm not doing well, Sierra. You know, Mr. Valentino is such a jerk! He made me meet with an out-of-town client all by myself. That's usually the job of Lance, his favorite secretary. Geez, that quiet guy is just as annoying as Mr. Valentino. Just because he's close to the boss, he throws his work at me!" complained Rosalie in a loud voice, not paying any heed.

Meanwhile, Sierra, who was used to her best friend's nagging, could only smile and massage her temples as she endured a headache. Gently, she patted Rosalie's back to calm her down.

"It's okay, Rose. You can do this. I'm sure you're more than capable," she said soothingly.

Rosalie nodded slightly, still looking upset but a bit calmer. Her exotic face and short shoulder-length hair moved in time with the breath she exhaled, then said confidently, "Okay, I'll have to do it this time, won't I!"

Sierra also nodded her head vigorously as she pulled her arms away from Rosalie's body. The two women, who were only one year apart in age, then laughed, remembering their antics earlier.

"Geez, it's like we're filming a drama!" Rosalie added with a chuckle.

Sierra shook her head at her remark, then patted her shoulder repeatedly.

"Well, then, I have to go back to my office. See you soon!" Waving goodbye, Rosalie walked away, leaving Sierra to let out a long sigh after her best friend was out of sight.

She looked back at the elevator. Instead of the employee elevator, however, it was a private elevator that would take her straight to the top floor, to the modeling agency CEO's office... her so-called husband's office.

Tightening the blazer draped over her shoulders, she stepped into the elevator that would take her to her husband's office.

Once the elevator dinged, it signaled that she had arrived at her destination. Her long legs stepped out, stepping on the expensive marble floor that adorned the floor of her husband's company. Her green eyes narrowed and sharpened as she reached a room labeled CEO VALENTINO ENTERPRISE at the end of the hallway.

She knocked repeatedly on the door of the room without hesitation. But there was no answer. Her brows furrowed when she saw that the secretary's desk was empty, as if there was no activity. In a swift motion, she pushed open the door and stepped into his office without waiting for permission.

The first sight that greeted her made her blood boil. In front of her, she found her husband, Ace, and Lance in an intimate cuddle. They seemed so lost in their own intimate moment that they didn't even notice her presence. Both men had their eyes closed, lost in a fleeting moment that made her gut punch.

With one forceful yank, Sierra grabbed Lance's coat and pulled him roughly to the floor. At the same time, Ace staggered, almost falling, because Lance was still holding onto his suit. As Sierra ripped her hand away from Lance's suit, Ace shouted, shaken by her forceful pull.

"Sierra!" bellowed Ace in a booming tone, his expression utterly dumbfounded.

She lifted a single eyebrow hearing her husband call out to her in such a tone, but rather than getting mad, she flashed him a sweet smile. Moving swiftly, Sierra leaned closer and planted a kiss on his tense jaw.

Ace looked flustered, but he paid her no mind. His focus was back on Lance, who was trying to stand up.

But before he could stand up, Sierra grabbed his collar again, gripping it tightly with great strength.

"I had no idea that there were still man-whores in this world, and one of them is you, Lance," she said sneeringly, her eyes burning. "I told you, don't ever come near my husband before our agreement is over.

Or do you want your family to know that their favorite son is gay? I wonder how your religious family will react?"

Lance clenched his jaw, and his face paled, making it hard for him to even gulp down his saliva. This woman totally had him on edge right now. Sure, he didn't want his parents and sister to know that he was gay. If she revealed this to everyone, especially her family, everything would be ruined instantly. But he also couldn't stay away from Ace, for five years he had been with him through thick and thin.

Even when Ace needed comfort because he felt betrayed by everyone, by his mother, who had cheated on his father and caused his father to die of a heart attack. He was even betrayed by his own fiancée, who was pregnant with his own business partner. So what was he to do now? He just didn't want Ace to be betrayed or hurt by a woman again.

"You forgot our deal, Ace, you forgot that I have your trump card now, have you?" Sierra snorted. The flirtatious look she had been giving Ace turned into a glare as her green eyes briefly locked on Lance's.

"Get out before I lose my temper and kick that useless dick of yours!"

Lance reluctantly obeyed Sierra's orders, the woman was truly terrifying when she was angry. No wonder Ace always called her a wild cat.

"I never told you to kick Lance out of here!" Ace's voice broke the ice, his rage clearly audible.

Her piercing eyes that had been fixed on Lance now softened at the words that came out of his mouth. Showing a charming smile, Sierra moved her body closer to Ace and pulled him closer, much to his disdain. Especially now that she had taken off her blazer that partially covered her body and was now left with only a tight-fitting black tank top, wrapping around her alluring curves that made her breasts poke out.

"Don't act like a slut, Sierra!" he said coldly. Hearing that, Sierra merely arched one eyebrow, not getting his point. "After you failed to seduce that photographer earlier, now you want to seduce me too, huh?"

She smiled slyly. Purposely, she took his hand and placed it on her ample and perky breasts. "Are you feeling tempted, Ace? Or... were you jealous seeing me with Edgar earlier? So you saw us together back there-"

Before she could complete her words, Ace swatted her hand away roughly, his face flushed with irritation. "I would never be tempted by you or jealous of that asshole photographer. I just don't want my company to be shamed by a cheap model like you!"

"Oh, really?" Sierra smiled devilishly, tilting her head with a sly look. "Are you going to fire me if I lower my pride in front of my so-called husband?" She whispered as she caressed his chest with her naughty hands, making him feel worse and worse.

Ace clenched his hands into fists, trying to hold himself back.

"Holy shit!" He growled under his breath, while Sierra merely smirked cheekily.