My Cyborg Sweetheart: The CEO's Replacement Turned Out to Be His Brother!

At the gala, I pressed my wine glass against Lucas's bobbing Adam's apple.

"Why so quiet now, Mr. Seasons?" I teased.

Lucas tilted his head away from the brim of the glass, avoiding the spilling wine. "Please behave yourself, Ms. Wilson."

Back home, Lucas's cyborg knelt obediently at my feet to change my shoes.

I raised my hand and slapped him across the face.

He immediately offered his other cheek, his puppy-like eyes reflecting the ceiling light.

"Do you want symmetry, Mistress?" he asked, nuzzling my calf affectionately.

His wet, red tongue circled my palm.