Many say love is a fleeting emotion. But to them, love is an amorous devotion. Equally dominant mature woman and younger man. … Cassandra Qin, a woman of grace and feminine perfection. Well-known as a charismatic and regal chairwoman, she is seen as an unattainable flower whom countless could covet only in their most beautiful dream. Deemed as a perfect woman who has it all; beauty, wealth, success and beautiful daughter. She is respected and admired by all, yet unbeknownst to them, deep within her there is a wound that even time is unable to heal. A woman whose heart is frozen to any heat of intimacy is what she believed she is, or so she thought until she met him, her sweetest mistake. A wet dream dressed in a hot suit, the finest womanizer. The man whose presence set her desire aflame and whose touch burns her body ablaze. Crown heir of the darkest household, him who bound by his devious vow. He is the man she should have distant herself from, yet the maddening temptation is just as irresistible as his daunting smile. This is a story about them, a dignified mature woman and her irresistible younger lover, them who get very lost in their passionate yet ultimately loveless affair, amidst of inevitable storm that is slowly encasing them, neither are able to fall for the other. What's more if the second woman is her own dearest one? ... Sensuous fingertips trace down the lines of masculine perfection and up rippling pectorals. Hot and wet tongues lock together as silken thighs straddle gyratingly in a sinuous motion. Inhalations whisper of passion and desire. The breaths catch while fingers orchestrate an exhaled symphony of moans. "Please me." The lady demanded upon his neck biting his skin as she topped him down against the velvet sheets. "My pleasure." The man rasped, swallowing down, as he caressed the silhouette of smooth, contrasting thighs. "Anything for you milady." . . . P.s: Dirty romance with touch of drama. Detailed sex scenes. Told from female and male viewpoints. Original story by me and slow update.