Angelica Sosa's life had been an endless cycle of work and sacrifice. She dedicated twenty years to a common-law relationship that had left her empty and aimless.

Her partner's abandonment for a younger woman and the eviction from the house she had helped pay for with her hard work had forced her to start from scratch, but she had not given up.

With one hand in front and the other behind, she had taken refuge in a boarding house in a humble neighborhood and had continued working tirelessly.

Her dream of being a painter seemed increasingly distant, but she had not lost hope. Five years later, an advertisement in the newspaper had been her lifeline: the Complutense University was looking for staff for general duties in the Faculty of Fine Arts. It was not what she wanted, but it was a start. While working, she could see the classes and dream of a different future.

But reality was cruel. To pay for the degree, she needed extra income. So she had accepted a night shift at the Darko Luxure conglomerate, cleaning offices and warehouses. It was hard work, but it allowed her to be close to her dream.

She did not know that her life was about to change unexpectedly.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Axel Darko, the young and powerful CEO of Darko Luxure, lived a life of luxury and privilege. At 25, he had inherited his family's empire and had taken it to exorbitant limits. A fashion designer and business administrator, Axel was the most coveted bachelor in Spain. His fame preceded him, and his beauty and charisma made him irresistible to women. But Axel did not want commitments, he enjoyed his casual relationships and had not yet found the woman who would take him out of his comfort zone.

However, destiny had other plans for both of them. Angelica and Axel's lives were about to cross unexpectedly, and nothing would ever be the same. Angelica's passion and creativity could awaken in Axel feelings he had never experienced, and Axel's presence could make Angelica realize that her dream of being a painter is not the only thing that can make her happy.

What will happen when their worlds meet?

Angelica arrived running at ten at night to take her shift at work, put her finger on the fingerprint reader, but it wouldn't read it.

"Damn it!" she complained, seeing that the dryness on her battered hands didn't allow the fingerprint to be visible.

She rubbed her finger on her hair and tried once, twice, three times. Nothing. She took a small bottle of gel from her bag and applied it to her finger, and tried again and nothing. God, another late arrival. They're going to sanction me. Again and beep, beep, beep, three minutes late.

She ran to change her second-hand jeans and her old t-shirt that used to be fuchsia and is now light pink. She put on her general service assistant uniform and prepared to present herself to her coordinator.

"Sosa, you're ten minutes late again. What excuse are you going to give this time? That you were kidnapped by aliens or that you got on the wrong bus? Or that a madman stole your ticket?" the sixty-year-old woman who thought she was twenty mocked her.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Ramona, this time I have no excuse." Angelica had already exhausted all the excuses that existed in the universe.

"I imagine it's your custom by now. You were warned, right?" You're fired, come by tomorrow for your settlement. This was a bucket of cold water for poor Angelica. This job allowed her to finish paying her tuition in arts. It was very difficult to get the spot, but even more difficult to pay her monthly fee. Her dream of becoming an artist is in danger.

"Boss, please, give me one last chance. I beg you, my cats could starve if not, I have a job," Angelica lied, she has never told anyone that she is going to study at the best art school.

"Mmmm, nooo." That's all the cruel boss replied; at that moment they were interrupted by a call to Ramona's cell phone.

📱 "What do you mean incapacitated? Both of them? Motorcycle accident? They were coming to the shift together? Two months? My God."

Ramona hung up the phone and stares at the sad Angelica.

"You were saved by a damn hair from being fired. You're very lucky." Angelica looked at her confused. "The two cleaners on the presidential floor are incapacitated. So go up immediately and start cleaning the offices, the waiting room, the boardroom and the bathrooms."

"Me alone?" Ramona gave her a look that almost blew the top of her head off. "I was just asking, I'm going up right now. I'm not here anymore. I'm gone."

Angelica ran quickly to get her cleaning cart and took the elevator to the 21st floor.

Emporio Darko Luxure is a large company where its young owner Axel Darko manages elegance and sophistication in the designs of luxury evening dresses, shoes and expensive jewelry. Everything in this building screams wealth, especially its elegant 21st floor. When the elevator opened, Angelica opened her mouth so wide that her jaw almost dislocated.

She came out dragging her cleaning cart and, seeing the time, got to work, although she didn't understand the rich, that place squeaks clean, but that's how you have to clean.

So she said to herself: "This is a piece of cake." She started with the bathrooms, then the small cafeteria, then the waiting room and continued with the huge boardroom.

She left the offices for last and the largest one was that of the CEO Axel Darko, so that was the finalist on the list.

She started at eleven at night, took a break at two am and resumed her work at three; she was blessing herself so that a soul from purgatory wouldn't appear and scare her.

Soon it was five in the morning; she was exhausted and she had to be at the Complutense at eight.

Today they will explore the Renaissance currents, and she must have a clear mind. So she took advantage of the fact that the office bathrooms have a shower and took a pleasant bath. There were beauty bath products, so she took advantage of the bargain of leaving smelling like a boutique girl.

After the refreshing bath, she prepared to continue her work and entered the office of the top boss.

When she opened the door, she felt like she was in a fairy tale. In the middle of the large office, there was a beautiful electric blue evening dress, with heart-shaped straps, studded with strass and diamonds. It was a dream for any woman; its price must reach the stratosphere, Angelica thought.

She approached slowly and felt her breathing shorten. She touched the soft fabric and thought that even living twenty lives working she could not afford a dress like that.

She looked at the time and it was five thirty, so she decided that she could not pass up the opportunity to wear that dress, which she could never ever wear. So without thinking, she removed the dress from the mannequin, took off her uniform along with her bra and put on the dress.

"It's just my size. Oh, how beautiful, I look pretty, pretty," said Angelica in front of the large mirror in the office. And it was true, despite being 40 years old and having a very tragic life, there are still vestiges of the beautiful woman she was.

She felt like a princess; she never had a beautiful dress, not even for her fifteenth birthday, because before she turned fifteen she ran away from home with the cockroach of her ex-husband. She was in a bubble, dreaming that she was a princess and a prince was whispering in her ear.

"Take that dress off before you ruin it and call security." She opened her eyes that had been closed by the effect of her reverie and saw in the mirror, behind her, a grumpy man. "Damn it! Take it off now!"

Angelica quickly obeyed and lowered the zipper, letting the dress fall to her feet, leaving her completely naked except for her tiny thong.

The enraged man, who was none other than the CEO Axel Darko, turned her around with a slap and she stood in front of him with her breasts against his muscular chest.

"How dare you put on a dress that is worth more than fifty thousand dollars?" Angelica was petrified, she had become speechless with fright at seeing how angry that young man was. "Answer, damn it!"

Angelica didn't know how to get out of the situation; she only heard the value of that dress and imagined herself in jail just for having worn it and she didn't want to set foot in that place again. So she took the young man by the face and kissed him on the mouth.

Axel, who despite the fact that Angelica took him by surprise, quickly reacted and returned the kiss. He put his tongue in the mouth of that stranger for him and lifted her from the waist to sit her on top of the desk and position himself between her legs, rubbing his pronounced erection in Angelica's intimacy.

Angelica, desperate from the heat and lust of the moment, was not going to let this grand opportunity pass. It had been more than five years since she had any action in bed, and although sometimes the urge gets to her and she pleases herself, it's not the same as having a real man's member, of flesh and cavernous body deep inside.

So when Axel goes down to suck on the nips of her no-longer-so-firm breasts, she emits a moan and gently pushes him away to unbutton his pants. She does it clumsily, and when she releases them completely, they fall at Axel's feet.

Then he, also possessed by lust, takes off his shirt and stands in front of Angelica with only a pair of briefs and a pair of socks from the expensive Nice Laundry brand of soft cashmere.

"Wow," was all Angelica could say, as Axel quickly took possession of her mouth again, which he kissed with passion and contained fury.

Angelica wanted to take out the majestic member that was outlined under those expensive briefs, but she remembered her chapped hands and held back. She wasn't going to scare the doll away, she wanted to eat it, and eat it she would, even if she stopped being called Angelica Sosa.

Axel kept rubbing his member against Angelica's crotch and it grew more, so he took it out noticing her interest in it. Upon being released from its prison, it shed a small tear that was wiped on Angelica's thong; Axel pushed it aside and impregnated it with the moisture emanating from Angelica's center.

She just closed her eyes and wished he would put it in; she wanted to feel a man after so long. Axel noticed the complacency and desire of that unknown woman; she wasn't his type, but he needed to unload the fury he had, and what better than with the fool who had put on his career-culminating dress without his consent.

So without thinking, he stretched as much as he could over the desk and from the first drawer he took out a condom. He broke the package and put on the condom with an agility that only experience gives, and without thinking, he penetrated Angelica, who gave a small cry of surprise, ecstasy, and a pleasurable pain.

Angelica grabbed onto Axel's shoulders as he pounded her even while she was sitting on the edge of the desk. With one hand he massaged her button while with the other he pinched a nipple, never ceasing to maintain a great strong and impetuous rhythm, and Angelica had never felt that.

Thousands of sensations filled her being, and from one moment to another, she began to tremble. Axel knew she was going to come and just when Angelica was released, he took it out while continuing to massage her center and a large jet came out trapping it with her chest.

Immediately he turned her over and penetrated her again, after several more thrusts, it was he who was released.

He fell on Angelica's back to recover from that wonderful task. It was the best to release the stress he had; he didn't even care anymore that the stupid woman had used his dress "Night of Lust."

He took it out slowly, as if he wanted to stay there forever, but what happened would not happen again.

He only hoped that the stranger wouldn't make a scandal out of it, but he knew they wouldn't believe her. The great Axel Darko would never look at a woman like her, besides much older than him, and none other than the cleaning lady. Ha, he really was crazy, he fucked the cleaning lady and it was a phenomenal fuck.

Axel took some wet wipes from on top of his desk and handed them to Angelica, while he also cleaned himself by removing the condom.

"Clean yourself, get dressed, and leave," he ordered. "Nothing happened here. If you tell anyone what we did, you're going to regret it. If you keep quiet, I won't charge you for my dress."

Angelica came out of her daze, received the wipes, and cleaned herself to put on her uniform in silence. While Axel, still naked, watched her dress and observed her mature body. He denied it looking at her: how old could this lady be? He wondered.

Angelica, after getting dressed, took her cleaning cart that was in a corner of the office and dragged it to the door, and before closing, she turned to look at him one last time and record in her memory that beautiful body that was hers.

"Young man, thank you for what you just gave me. I really needed it," said Angelica, "it was great." And she left leaving a disconcerted Axel looking at the closed door through which Angelica left.

Did she just thank him? Ha, was it a favor he did for the stranger? He felt used; the woman dared to say that she needed it.

He got dressed, because in half an hour his secretary would arrive; the idiot always refuses his insinuations. But he won't insist anymore; she already threatened him that she was going to resign and she does an excellent job. More than enough to put up with the fucking genius she maintains.

Half an hour later and very punctual, Sarah arrived. She knocks on the door and waits for authorization to enter. She puts her coffee on the desk and stands next to him to give him the order of the day. She does everything so mechanically and routinely that it seems that they constantly live in a deja vu.

"My God! Mr. Darko, what happened to your dress?" Sarah quickly put the coffee cup on the desk and approached to pick up the dress from the floor.

"Put it back on the mannequin," Axel ordered, giving thanks that that small detail of the dress had changed his secretary's damn routine.

She solicitously arranges it exactly as it was the day before; Axel watched her do that task, but he only saw the stranger with the dress on and looking at herself in the mirror. She was so absorbed that she didn't feel when he entered, and when she closed her eyes she startled when he spoke in her ear.

That day Axel entered two hours before his usual schedule, because the stress generated by attending for the first time that he assumed as CEO to Milan Fashion Week did not let him sleep.

He had been without inspiration for his designs for days, he needed to de-stress, so without thinking he took the daring woman who dared to use his culminating design and fucked her to pay for her audacity and thus release the stress he brought. He smiled remembering what she told him when leaving, and he became aware that he would never see her again or, at least, he would never repeat with her what happened in that office.

"Sarah, call Marisolio and his team. Have them prepare, I'm inspired. Today we're going to work all day." Sarah, who had already finished dressing the mannequin, quickly left to call the senior designer.