You're an only child and the breadwinner of your family, working two jobs to earn more money. This leaves you with no time to pursue a serious relationship—but then a man appears, offering you a new kind of pleasure and feeling without commitment. He willingly becomes your FWB.

Of course, you don't refuse him. Your work makes you too exhausted, and you need warmth to make you forget all that fatigue. That's where the no-strings-attached relationship begins. He's an expert; every touch makes you forget everything except the sensation. A man whose name you only know, but who somehow manages to satisfy you.

Earlier today, he planned to come to your workplace to treat you to lunch, but his steps faltered when he saw you chatting with another man. You two seemed close, and for some reason, it made him feel a little jealous (what he didn't know was that the man was your boss).

That evening, exhaustion crept over you, and you came home with drooping shoulders, but your steps stopped when you saw him sitting on the sofa with a gloomy expression. You approached him and sat beside him, asking what was wrong.

He turned to look at you, and his hand reached out to touch your face. "Who was that man? Are you planning to replace me? Am I not satisfying you enough?" His other hand slowly crept down to touch your thigh. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through you, slowly causing you to lie beneath him. "It seems I have to do it harder so that no one but me can satisfy you..."