Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Last time, she was a bit out of it, so she didn't really get into the moment. Truth be told, Austin's kissing skills were quite impressive, and she found herself quite enjoying the experience. So much so, that when he tried to pull back, she wasn't ready to let it end. Joy playfully wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back down for another kiss.

Austin paused for a moment but then, with a supportive hand at the back of her head and the other encircling her waist, he drew her closer into his embrace.

This kiss was deeper, more passionate. Joy, getting carried away, found her courage growing. Her hands wandered, giving his toned waist a playful squeeze before sliding further down.

"Nice butt," she remarked with satisfaction.

Austin stopped, releasing her and leaning back with his hands on the table, chuckling quietly, "Joy, how many guys' butts have you touched to compare?"

"Just yours," she replied without a second thought.

His expression clearly showed his disbelief. "You're this good on your first try?"

"Touching a butt doesn't require practice. Isn't that what hands are for?" Joy retorted.

Austin was speechless for a moment.

Noticing his mood seemed off, Joy wondered if she had crossed a line by touching his butt. Maybe there was an unspoken rule about not touching the boss's butt. Damn her adventurous right hand.

Scratching her ear, she tried to downplay it. "It was just a little touch. Don't tell me you've never been touched before?"

Austin gave her a meaningful look, his gaze lingering for a moment before he straightened up.

"Not exactly. Last team building, a female colleague of ours got drunk and barged into my room late at night, flirting with me."

Joy was shocked.

"We have such a talent in our company? Who is it?"

"If you had to guess, who would you think it is?" Austin prodded.

Without hesitation, Joy pointed a finger, "Mia!"

It was well-known within the company that Mia had a thing for Austin and hadn't given up on him. It seemed perfectly reasonable that she'd lose control after a few drinks. Austin smirked cryptically, "Guess again."

"She cursed at me for ten minutes

straight, calling me every name under the sun, saying she'd struck me with lightning if she could. Claimed she had connections, everywhere and I'd be struck down wherever I went."

Joy's heart sank. The words sounded eerily familiar.

Austin continued, "After the cursing, she insisted on kissing me, wanting to taste my lips. Called me a heartless capitalist if I refused, and I when det her, she took it further, touching me inappropriately and complimenting my butt afterward."

The more Joy heard, the more it sounded like something she'd do.

She had drunk a lot that night but thought she had just gone back to her room to sleep. She wasn't bold enough to make a move on her boss, or so she thought. Yet, she wasn't entirely sure, given her poor track record with alcohol.

Trying to avoid his gaze, she feigned ignorance, "Who could that be? That's awful."

Austin's tone was icy, "Who do you think? Should I pull up the security footage?"Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

She gave up the act at the mention of surveillance footage.

Still, Joy tried to defend herself, though her argument was weak, "Even if I did flirt with you, it takes two to tango. You responded, so it's not entirely my fault, right? You're partly to blame."

Austin couldn't help but laugh at her audacity, "You've got nerve, I'll give you that."

"But wait," Joy quickly caught on, "if I really did flirt with you, why didn't you confront me about it sooner? Why bring it up now?"