No more business attire

Charlie tightened the suspenders with a silent sigh. They weren’t the Italian leather ones he used to wear with tailored suits. These were decorative — part of a provocative lingerie set, more ornamental than functional. Strange how that simple gesture seemed to seal the end of an era in his life.

He used to live in glass-covered boardrooms, where the whiskey was as expensive as the contracts he signed. Charlie had been the kind of man who made the world spin around him. He inherited a company, carried a powerful last name, and had a reputation… let’s say, complicated. He craved the spotlight and the feminine bodies that worshipped him like he was a movie star. And for a while, he was.

But everything changed. Not metaphorically — literally. Cruelly.

He woke up that morning in a body he knew... but not like an old friend. It was Valentina’s body — his ex-lover, former business partner, and now, to his bitter surprise, the owner of what used to be his empire.

Valentina was as brilliant as she was dangerous, and Charlie had underestimated her. He thought he was in control — until she flipped the entire board. Taking the company wasn’t enough. Nor was the inheritance, despite its protective clauses she managed to bypass. She took Charlie himself. Used old secrets, dark contacts, and a ritual he would never fully understand — and when he opened his eyes, there he was, in front of the mirror, her long hair over his shoulders, her sculpted curves, and a hollow pounding in his chest.

“You always loved my body, Charlie. Now you can keep it,” was all she said before walking out of the mansion — now hers — with a satisfied smile.

That night, alone in the bedroom where he once brought dozens of lovers, Charlie found himself trying on the clothes she had left behind. No business pants. No ties. Just lingerie, seductive dresses, and high heels. Like a twisted joke — or a punishment meticulously crafted.

But there was no humor in his eyes. Only bitter acceptance. And a desire — not for revenge, not yet — but to understand. To find out what else Valentina had taken… or maybe, what she accidentally left behind.

Charlie — or whoever he was now — sat on the edge of the bed. He tightened the suspenders again, this time more from frustration than sensuality. “Let’s see how long you want me out of the game,” he muttered. He was still Charlie, even if the world said otherwise. And the game wasn’t over.

After all, he had always been good at turning the tables.

And now, with a new body, he might just discover weapons he had never considered using before.