I broke up with Ethan Xavier, my parents’ family friend, just yesterday. Today, during a company video call, I forgot to mute my microphone. “You mean Ethan?” I joked with a straight face. “He looks like he wouldn’t last five minutes in bed.” My best friend Zoe burst into laughter, and I continued my boasting: “I never take men over 25 seriously anyway.” Everyone in our social circle knew I had broken up with that rich boyfriend of mine because he couldn’t satisfy me. But after our souls mysteriously switched bodies… That night, Ethan pinned me against the bed and whispered in my ear with a low chuckle. “Aria, is that all you’ve got?” “Didn’t you want to test if I was good enough? Still dare to spread rumors about me not lasting long?” “You little bitch! How dare you report me?!” “As long as I’m at Xavier Corp, I’ll make sure you never succeed here!” Mr. Lewis, the manager, yelled at me furiously, throwing a pile of documents at me that was almost a meter high. “If you don’t sort these out today, you’re fired!” This Mr. Lewis always misused company funds for his own pleasure and harassed the young women in the office. He had hinted before that if I became his mistress, I’d be rewarded. I glanced at his pig-like face and felt nauseous. I grabbed what little hair he had left and smashed a cupcake from the break room into his face. “When people treat you like a human being, could you at least try to act like one?” “Do you think everyone’s obsessed with your beer belly just because no one says anything?” “Were you hiding when humans were evolving?” “Honestly, your facial features are quite unique – each one seems to be rebelling against the others!” My rapid-fire insults drew admiring looks from the girls around us. Mr. Lewis stood there stunned, then exploded in rage. With cake crumbs all over his face, he roared, “You little slut! Are you lashing out because I rejected your advances?!” I smirked, “Aww, such a sweet mouth. How many bottles of laxatives did you drink?” I dared to be so bold because I had Ethan backing me up. Two months ago, my mom had unexpectedly brought home Ethan Xavier, the prince of the business world. And just like that, I gained a close family friend. I was interning at Ethan’s company for my senior year, but no one knew about our connection. Hearing me directly confront my sleazy, incompetent boss, the man in the conference room curled his thin lips into a smile tinged with playfulness. His slender fingers picked up the phone: “Tell Audit to check Mr. Lewis’s expense reports.” I submitted my resignation letter, and Ethan pulled me into the CEO’s office. His gloomy eyes stared at me, as if reproaching me for causing him trouble. “Enjoyed your outburst?” The man pursed his lips, his tone calm. “No!” I blurted out without thinking. “I want to resign, and also!” “What else?” Ethan’s deep voice seemed to carry a hint of displeasure. I ignored him and continued, “And break up! I’ve told you so many times.” As if finding it absurd, he laughed coldly. “Who was it that insisted on clinging to me that night, stripping naked and sleeping in my arms?”
Hearing this, I immediately blushed. I stepped forward to cover his mouth. Even my mom didn’t know that the day after she brought Ethan home, we slept together. Just sleeping, he pretended to be drunk and hugged me to sleep first. Who could resist Ethan’s perfect body and brooding face? Was this some kind of test for officials? I went all in and stripped naked before crawling into his arms. The next day, he insisted I had ruined his innocence and stubbornly wanted to be with me. To avoid alarming my mom, I simply agreed to go along with it for now. As I was thinking this, Ethan ignored the gossiping employees outside the window. He cupped my chin and bit down hard on my neck. “Ouch!” I pushed him away in pain. “Are you part dog?” But his arm around my waist only tightened. Ethan answered the phone, his thin lips parting. “Tell him he doesn’t need to come in tomorrow.” The HR person on the other end broke out in a cold sweat, hurriedly trying to dissuade him. “Mr. Xavier, if we only fire Mr. Lewis out of the two involved employees, we may have to pay double severance…” The man looked at me thoughtfully, then said lazily: “Are you telling me how to do my job?” “I’m not here to be fair. I’m here to back her up.” The HR person hung up the phone, trembling in fear. “I helped you get rid of him. How will you repay me?” I couldn’t even be bothered to glance at him, answering lightly: “By breaking up. That’s how I’ll repay you.” Not getting the answer he wanted, Ethan lowered his eyes. He knew he couldn’t be too forceful with women, and he knew she was afraid of this kind of “hidden” relationship. The night Mom brought Ethan home, he had gotten drunk over a long-lost crush. I couldn’t help but grumble to myself. Why did rich heirs always need to have a first love? This first love had even sent him a box of candy, which he treasured like some precious gift. I decided then and there to stop fantasizing. I said I wouldn’t be the one to break them up. That day, his deep voice tinged with mockery lingered in my ears. “Break what up? Don’t overthink it. I only get hard for you.” Ethan took out a black credit card from the drawer with one hand. My eyes immediately lit up with dollar signs. His seductive voice tempted me: “Still want to break up?” “If we do, I’ll go tell your parents you slept with me right now!” I selectively forgot about the candy with Olivia Young’s name on it at his house. I pounced on that black credit card with a grin: “No breakup, no breakup. This is a voluntary gift, right?” “Of course.” Zoe asked me why I didn’t hold on tight to a perfect older guy like Ethan. It wasn’t just because he couldn’t forget his first love Olivia Young, but more because we were from two different worlds. Besides, he was now like family to me. If we got together, I didn’t know how worried my parents would be. One way or another, we had to break up eventually. It was best not to anger him now. Otherwise, that madman Ethan would definitely tell my mom. I proudly told Zoe, patting my chest: “I’m giving up ownership rights, but enjoying usage rights.” So I dragged Zoe along to go on a shopping spree at the mall. Patek Philippe watch, Chanel bags, haute couture jewelry. I even got Zoe the LV trio she’d been eyeing. In total, I charged over 7 million to Ethan’s card. Back at Zoe’s place, I sent Ethan a breakup text and then blocked him. The next day, during the company’s video call, I forgot to mute my mic. “You mean Ethan?” I joked with a straight face. “He looks like he wouldn’t last five minutes in bed.” My best friend Zoe burst into laughter, and I continued my boasting: “I never take men over 25 seriously anyway.”
The man in the conference room who overheard the two girls laughing now had a completely dark expression. His face was tense, his eyes cold as ice. Seeing the red exclamation mark in the chat box, a burst of anger rose within him. The man trembled slightly with rage, veins visible on his hands. Everyone in our social circle knew I had broken up with that rich boyfriend of mine. Because I said he couldn’t last long enough to satisfy me. The video call hadn’t even ended when a red Maybach came speeding up and stopped downstairs. Ethan effortlessly threw me over his shoulder and took me back to his villa. Leaving Zoe shocked in place. The man threw me heavily onto the bed and pressed down on top of me. “You blocked me? Who taught you that?” I pushed him away forcefully, closing my eyes with a stubborn expression. “Ethan, have some shame. You’re my…” Before I could say “family friend”, he sealed my lips with a kiss. His deep eyes made no effort to hide his burning desire. “Aria, I threw that thing away.” Implying he didn’t care about Olivia at all, nor her gift. I glared at him coldly: “That has nothing to do with me.” He was very annoyed. Why did I insist on breaking up with him? And refuse to listen to his explanations. As we argued and tussled, he bumped into me. When we got up again, I was somehow wearing Ethan’s clothes. Looking closer, they weren’t his at all! Ethan and I had switched souls! Compared to my shock, Ethan was much calmer. He looked me up and down, commenting lazily: “So this is how handsome I am.” Then he looked down at his chest with disgust, shaking his head: “Too small.” I gritted my teeth: “What do we do now?” Ethan, wearing my face, looked at me with pure innocence. “I guess we’ll just have to play each other’s roles.” I gave in, but worried Ethan might do something inappropriate. I warned him in a low voice: “We’ll check in with each other every night about what happened that day. Don’t you dare…” He interrupted me, using my voice to whine: “Aria, you’re so cruel. You actually don’t want me anymore.” Then he thrust his hips forcefully, as if punishing me. A wild and familiar sensation washed over me. Until after two rounds when I begged him to stop between gasps. That night, Ethan pinned me against the bed and whispered in my ear with a low chuckle. “Aria, is that all you’ve got?” “Didn’t you want to test if I was good enough? Still dare to spread rumors about me not lasting long?” I placated him weakly, completely exhausted. “You last long, you last long. Just give me a break.” Ethan had gotten a taste and was even more unsatisfied that we’d only slept chastely before. For the next month, he entangled me almost every night. He asked what our relationship was now. “Friends with benefits? Sugar daddy and sugar baby? Surely not actually family friends!” He just smiled faintly, tilting my chin up to ask: “What does Aria want us to be?” “I…” His long, soft kiss overwhelmed me, leaving me dizzy. His gaze intense, he looked at me firmly: “Aria, don’t worry. I’ll handle things with Olivia, okay? Leave it to me.” Ethan was in the shower, his phone buzzing on the nightstand. The noise was giving me a headache, so I grabbed it. But I saw a group chat message from Olivia Young pop up. The group was her friends, with Ethan in it too. [It’s my birthday this weekend, Ethan. You’re coming, right?] As I scrolled up, my hand trembled uncontrollably. Until I saw: [Mr. Xavier has finally waited for Olivia to return. His patience paid off.] [I always thought they were perfect for each other, a golden couple.] [Don’t say that, you’ll make Ethan blush.] [Besides, I heard Ethan might have a girlfriend now.] Olivia sent two coy messages: [That must just be Mr. Xavier playing around. Olivia, don’t take it seriously.] [I’m so envious of you, Olivia. I heard Mr. Xavier even got drunk the night he picked you up from the airport.] [Of course, our Mr. Xavier is so devoted. How lucky!] Ethan hadn’t said a single word the entire time. The group chat was bustling with excitement, but I felt like I’d fallen into an ice pit. The next day I was in low spirits, listless and dejected. Catching sight of my state, Ethan tilted his head, half-jokingly: “Is being with me such a mental burden?”
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