NTR: The live-in-husband gets a perverted heart system

"Mr Harlow, are you in there?" A voice called from outside. A voice that Davina knew well.

Davina jolted.

Tom’s hands moved fast. He pulled the zipper back up and straightened his trousers just as the knock came again, sharper this time.

Davina’s eyes widened. She recognised the voice immediately and she just couldn’t fathom why the owner of the voice would be here, asking for one Mr Harlow.

"Elena...?" she muttered under her breath, frowning. "Why is she calling for you?"

Tom glanced at her. He had no idea who bear that name. "Who?"

"Stella Marchetti’s personal assistant," Davina whispered. "I know her. I’m also Stella’s personal doctor."

At that information, Tom’s eyes blinked in realization.

Then another firm knock came.

Tom stepped toward the door, still not fully understanding what was happening. Davina quickly moved aside, pressing herself against the wall so she wouldn’t be seen. He opened the door only partway.

Elena stood in the hallway, a tablet held neatly against her forearm, her expression polite and professional.

"Good evening, Mr. Harlow. Miss Marchetti is downstairs. She is waiting in her car and would like to see you." she informed him.

Tom blinked. "Why?"

"I wasn’t given a reason. Only that she requests you come down." the woman responded, her politeness not wavering.

The System’s interface flashed hard across his vision before he could even process the words.

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[SIDE MISSION]

Refuse the summons.

Assert authority and dominance.

[REWARD: $2,000]

[PENALTY: –5 Authority]

[TIME LIMIT: 10 seconds]

```

The timer began counting down immediately.

Tom felt the familiar pressure settle in his chest. Ten seconds. He looked at Elena’s calm face, then at the empty hallway behind her, and made his decision sharply.

"I don’t know why I’m being summoned. I’m sorry but until someone explains it to me properly, I won’t be leaving my room. If Miss Marchetti wants to see me, she can come up herself." he said firmly but still politely.

He didn’t wait for her response. He closed the door firmly and turned the lock with a decisive click.

Behind him, the room was silent.

Davina stared at him, her lips slightly parted. The System chimed softly in his mind.

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[DAVINA WILLIAMS – Relationship Meter Updated]

Curiosity: 1/100

Attraction: 1/100

```

Seeing the attraction stat increasing sharply by 1%, Tom allowed himself the smallest private smile before he turned back to face her.

Davina was still watching him carefully, as though she was seeing him properly for the first time. The silence stretched between them for a few seconds. Then her voice came quieter than before.

"Did you just dismiss her... because of me?"

Tom met her eyes. Something tender in her eyes made Tom decided to tell her the partial truth.

"Maybe, I thought it would be rude to walk out on you in the middle of a conversation just to go attend to a woman who couldn’t even come up here herself." he said.

Something shifted in Davina’s expression. The System registered it instantly.

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[Attraction +1]

```

She looked down for a moment, then back up at him. When she spoke again, her voice was softer, almost careful.

"I’m sorry. For the way I used to treat you. For looking down on you all that time. I misunderstood the kind of man you were." she said.

Tom didn’t interrupt. He listened to her. Davina drew a small breath.

"Would you allow me to get to know you properly?"

He studied her face but still didn’t understand why so he asked; "Why?"

She held his gaze without flinching.

"Because I find you intriguing now."

Another short pause settled over the room. Then, quieter still, she asked again:

"Will you let me get to know you properly?"

Tom looked at her in the quiet, locked bedroom. The weight of the refusal he had just delivered to Stella Marchetti’s assistant still hung in the air between them, mixed with the new, uncertain tension that had taken its place.

He didn’t answer immediately.

~~~~~~~~~

Elena returned to the black car parked just outside the main gate and slid into the back seat beside Stella.

"Well?" Stella asked without looking up from her phone. She had been expecting to hear more footsteps, a masculine ones.

Elena kept her voice professional as always;

"He refused to come down, Miss Marchetti. He said that until someone explained why he was being summoned, he wouldn’t leave his room. And that if you wanted to see him, you could come up yourself."

Stella’s thumb stopped moving on the screen.

For a moment she simply sat there with an unreadableexpression. Then her throat moved as she swallowed hard.

"...I see."

She turned her head toward the driver.

"Take me home."

The car pulled away smoothly. Stella stared out the tinted window the entire ride, saying nothing.

~~~~~~~~

By the time she stepped into her penthouse, the shock had settled into something sharper.

She walked straight into her bedroom, kicked off her heels, and began undressing with quick, irritated movements. The dress slipped off her shoulders. She unhooked her bra, tossed it aside, then stepped out of her panties, leaving herself in nothing but her skin for a moment before she pulled on a silk robe and immediately let it hang open.

She started pacing as she thought;

Who the hell did he think he was?

He was Sienna’s husband. The same quiet man who used to keep his head down. The same man who had stood in a hallway wearing only a towel and offered - calmly, shamelessly to lick her nipples right there. She had called him a pervert and walked away. And now he had the nerve to dismiss her personal assistant like she was some ordinary woman requesting a meeting?

Stella stopped in front of the full-length mirror, her robe still open. As she looked at her exposed body in the mirror, a thought surged up;

Was he playing hard to get?

The thought made her jaw tighten. She hated the idea. She also hated that it refused to leave.

Her mind dragged her back to the hallway without permission - the way he had looked at her chest, the slow drag of his tongue across his lower lip, the low voice when he said he would volunteer to lick them properly. Heat flickered low in her stomach. Her nipples tightened against the cool air. She watched in the mirror as they peaked, and the sight only made it worse.

A slow, unwanted throb answered between her legs. She pressed her thighs together and felt the unmistakable slickness already gathering there. Annoyance flashed across her face.

"Ridiculous," she muttered to herself.

She snatched her phone from the bed and called the senator. He picked up on the third ring, his voice low and distracted.

"Stella, I’m in the middle of a meeting. I can’t talk right now."

The line went dead before she could reply.

Stella stared at the phone for a full second, breathing hard. Then she hurled it across the room. It hit the wall with a sharp crack and dropped to the floor.

She stood there in the middle of her bedroom, her nipples still hard, the wet heat between her thighs refusing to fade, and the image of Tom Harlow’s calm refusal burning behind her eyes. Anger and arousal tangled together until she could no longer tell them apart.

She needed to take the edge off.

She swallowed and turned to the only thing that could help her at this moment...

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