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'Has my taste changed? Usually I love looking at women who act like a whore in front of me. But now… I found them to be disgusting,' Vincent thought.

He leaned on the backrest as he watched Priscilla approach him.

He remained silent and motionless as Priscilla sat on his thigh coquettishly. She leaned on Vincent and rested her head on his firm shoulder. Her strong sweet perfume wafted under his nose, making him nauseous.

"Darling~ why are you so cold to me these days?"

…

Vincent had had no reaction so far. He was waiting for his dick to get hard. But even when they embraced each other like this, he had no desire for her.

He found her repulsive, and that was all of it.

Priscilla realized that Vincent had no reaction down there. Usually, he would start kissing her shoulder, neck, and tits.

But he just sat still like a statue right now.

'This is still okay. Vincent was often unresponsive because he was stressed with work. I just need to be more proactive and tease him more,' Priscilla tried to convince herself, even though deep down, she knew that Vincent was no longer interested in her.

But Priscilla continued clinging to the idea that Vincent wouldn't get bored of her. She recalled so many moments where they shared their loving embrace and how many times he uttered the word 'love' while fucking her.

'There is no way his feelings would disappear so easily. He's obviously in love with me!'

Priscilla continued seducing Vincent by placing her palm on his chest, then whined sweetly;

"Umm… darling~ Why don't you touch me these days? I've been waiting for you to taste my body and ram your hard dick inside me…."

…

Vincent continued staying still, not moving a finger even though he felt nothing but disgust and wanted to slap the fuck out of this bitch for sitting on his lap.

He wanted to see how far she would go to seduce him and whether he would actually get hard from it.

Seeing that Vincent didn't refuse her, Priscilla got bolder. She caressed his neck and the firm pecs under the thin polo shirt.

Vincent was still unresponsive. He felt a little ticklish, but it wasn't something that would make him go crazy. It didn't even awaken his desire.

Priscilla's palm went down and started rubbing Vincent's stomach while she leaned closer until her tits were rubbing against the polo shirt.

"Ummhh… Mr. Vincent Gray— Darling~ why don't you do something with my boobs? I want you to play with them~."

…

Priscilla started worrying because Vincent wasn't moving or looking interested in her seduction. Thus, her hand went down again, and started rubbing his crotch.

To Priscilla's surprise, Vincent didn't get hard at all, even after all she had done so far.

Priscilla stopped rubbing Vincent's crotch and looked up to check his expression.

"V—Vincent?" Priscilla's blood went cold when she saw how Vincent was looking down at her with a cold gaze, and it was the same gaze that he usually showed in front of Chloe.

"Vincent, why are you staring at me like that?" Priscilla asked.

Vincent finally opened his mouth, and the first sentence he said was;

"Get off me."

"B—But—"

"I said get off me," Vincent repeated as he got more impatient.

Priscilla refused to believe that Vincent felt nothing when trying her best to seduce him. She couldn't believe how a man who was crazy over her could change in less than a year.

"W—Why don't you touch me? Am I lacking in something?" Priscilla asked. "Do you want me to do something? I thought you love me!"

Priscilla desperately clung to Vincent's body. She hugged his arms as tight as she could, not wanting to lose the man she had loved for four years straight.

Vincent was pissed off now. This bitch seriously believed he would love a condom, a woman he used to have sex with at random places and random times because he didn't want to get random STDs.

"Get off now or I will call the guards to bring random hooligans outside to fuck you here," Vincent threatened.

Priscilla almost fainted when she heard that threat. Vincent never backed off from his threat, and she definitely didn't want to get fucked by a random hooligan.

Thus, she released his clutch and separated herself from Vincent.

She hopped off and took a step back from Vincent, afraid she might accidentally incite his anger even more.

Vincent observed Priscilla from head to toe with his viper gaze, and she lowered her head instantly.

She was scared and had never felt this way for four years of their relationship. He was nothing but sweet for her, but why did he change so suddenly?

'What did I do wrong? I thought we would have a beautiful life together…' Priscilla pondered as she still couldn't accept the new fact that she wasn't Vincent's favorite woman anymore.

'This is supposed to be Chloe's position. She is supposed to be the one who's hated and unloved by Vincent, not me!'

Vincent noticed the anger and resentment in Priscilla's eyes. She seemed shocked to react but continued making up scenarios in her head.

​ Though, it didn't seem to be directed towards him since she didn't even dare to look him in the eyes right now.

To be honest, Vincent was still pissed off by this delusional bitch who dared to seduce him even though he kept showing that he wasn't interested in her at all.

She passed her expiration date as a condom. She was all used up, and Vincent simply had no interest in using her service or finding a new condom. Since he was too occupied with work and setting up everything to ensure his wife returned by his side.

Though, he still needed to give this woman more leniency and appreciation.

After all, he had been using her service for the past four years, the longest duration that Vincent had ever kept a condom.