The Boss's Pampered Secretary
For the time being, I'm simply going to enjoy being pummeled by my excruciatingly hot boss-"Cum for me, baby girl."
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Chapter 2
The other girl responds, "It's a secret," and her comments only serve to highlight how much she resembles the lady in Da Vinci's famous painting.
Oh boy.
Should I tell Mary that, once upon a time, Uncle Eric used to be drawn to females like her even if I am confident that Uncle Eric likes a different sort of girl?
Mary gives me a weird look. Is there a problem?
I gently shake my head, deciding it would be better to keep my lips shut than to run the danger of turning mole hills into mountains.
I tell myself, "It's nothing," and I mean it when I say that.
Right?
Stone
It's the last day of Mary's trial period, Eric says as he bangs on my office door and peers inside. Should we keep her or let her go?
Damn.
I can't believe a month has gone by so quickly, and I wince because I know what Eric will say when I tell him about my choice.
"Well?" Eric insists.
Maintain her.
My pal chuckles. "I warned you,"
I knew he would say that, but even knowing it would happen doesn't make the remarks any less grating.
Mary's job contract is placed on my desk by Mike as he enters the room. "With your signature, she will formally start working as the full-time secretary to two of the most workaholic CEOs in the world."
My signature is scrawled on the dotted line. "Any other things?"
Want to deliver the wonderful news to her on your behalf?
"Seriously?"
"Before her, both of us interviewed and tested other candidates, but none of them were successful in getting the job. While Mary hasn't voiced any objections yet, you know she's the finest of the lot, and it's just a matter of time until your ogre act bothers her.
I growl, "I seldom talk to her.
"Exactly," responds Mike. "You do that the few times you speak to her,"
The question is, "What the fuck is that?" I snarl.
Again: ogre fuck act. You're either growling at her or snarling at her.
Damn.
According to Mike, "This girl is a keeper."
Why is Mike being so damn adamant about her?
"Are you up for fucking her?" I ask hurriedly.
"What?"
"You caught me,"
Mike seemed startled at first, then furious. "Nah, Stone. I'm against fucking her. She's not really my type, as you are aware. But Mary is the secretary I've been looking for because she doesn't see her position as a stepping stone to becoming the next Mrs. Sandra.
While his remarks have made me consider something else and I'm now happy that Mike doesn't have a thing for Mary, I can't help but wonder, "How do you know she won't change? Or that what we are experiencing right now is not an act?"
I frown as lines appear on my forehead. The question, "Your niece?"
"You understand Scarlett, don't you? They all adore her.
My turn to smirk now. We all do, with the exception of her uncle.
Mike snarls. I don't mind her at all as long as she follows my instructions, but that is irrelevant.
What's the purpose then?
A few weeks ago, Eva overheard Mary chatting, and it seems that Mary let out that she doesn't like either of us.
Eva believes she is speaking the truth, right?
Even though Eva and I often disagree, I am aware of my niece. She is quicker and better than any of us at sniffing out liars and money-hungry individuals.
If so, I suppose it proves neither Mike nor I are Mary's type in real life. I should be glad now, but for some reason, I'm not.
Are we now in agreement about Mary?
Mike accepts my grunt as an answer, and the other guy informs me Mary will be coming in shortly after.
In a few seconds, there is a knock at my door, and Mary enters at her normal leisurely manner.
Mike had a reasonable first impression of her when she initially came in for an interview, and I told him that was also true of me.
But it was a lie.
I have a hard time seeing what other people see in Mary both back then and today. "Good afternoon, Mr. Sandra." Her voice is seductive as fuck as usual, and my jaw clenches. Everyone keeps saying she's the image of efficiency, but every time my sight lands on her, all I see is a present that I'm intended to unwrap...and eat. Mary is going to be our full-time secretary soon, so I need to fucking contain myself. "I was told you wanted to talk to me?"
I make a sign toward the two leather seats across from my desk. "Ms. Cavendish, please take a seat."
I agree, sir.
Fuck.
Every time Mary says those words, I get a fantasy about her in the bedroom, where she is on her knees, nude and shivering, repeating "yessir" as I urge her to suck on my cock. I know she simply meant to be polite as usually, but it makes me want to fantasize about that fantasy every time.
Fucking hell no.
I wriggle in my seat, trying to get the sexy picture out of my head. Thank god my desk is big enough to cover my swelling, painfully aroused cock, which is now hidden beneath my jeans.
I keep my eyes on her while I control myself, but she doesn't seem to mind. When Mike or I gaze their way, the other females we had previously interviewed for the position have resorted to blushing and tucking their hair behind their ears. Mary, on the other hand, has sat very calm and poised with her hands clasped in front of her.
This implies that Eva is speaking the truth, I assume.
Mike and I aren't Mary's type.
I sternly remind myself that this is a positive thing, so Stone Sandra, speak what you have to say.
I remark brusquely, "Today is the last day of your probation, and if you'd still like to work for us--" "I do."
"The job is now yours, then."
Her eyes enlarge. "Exactly that?"
I grin as I see Mary's surprise. Did you anticipate being fired by us?
"Yes."
Her candor surprises me, but maybe I should have anticipated it. Mary may be many things, but I don't think she has the personality to be coy.
"If you require more evidence..." Mary takes particular care not to let our fingers contact when I deliver her the contract, which is something I notice.
"I appreciate it, Mr. Sandra. You and Mr. Verhaege can be sure I won't reverse your choice.
I add gruffly, "I know I haven't exactly been the easiest employer to work for, but you've done a terrific job, and I'm delighted Mr. Johnson brought you our way.
I'm grateful, sir.
"That's all, then."
As I watch her go, I can't help but notice that despite always having clothing that fit loosely, she has never been able to conceal the lovely plumpness of her ass.
Mary's lovely, hot bottom has my cock throbbing so goddamn hard that I know I'll be jerking myself off as soon as the door shuts behind her. I know I shouldn't be fucking staring, but I've always been an ass person.
FUCK, FUCK, and FUCK.
It's been a very long time since I've felt this drawn to a lady, but it doesn't matter.
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8.9
With a contract, she was forcibly dragged into the conflicts of a wealthy family. She was like a bound servant, obeying their orders again and again. For her sister's sake, she endured it, yet she still wanted to fight back. After living under the same roof day and night, she realized she had slowly begun to develop feelings for him. When love and hatred became intertwined, in the end, she chose to run away.
8.7
I was struggling to keep up with how fast he was moving in and out my pussy with his tongue.
"Oh God! Oh sweet lord!" I couldn't stop myself from yelling at the top of my voice.
His tongue was replaced by his fingers, four buried deep inside my tight pussy while his thumb worked on my clit.
His mouth found my breast again. My head went blank, the pleasure was coming from different ankles, I didn't know which one to focus on.
"You like that don't you?" He asked, talking for the first time since he came back.
"I do, I like it so much Adrian." Came my rushed and sincere reply.
His fingers thrust in and out my pussy roughly while his thumb eager massaged my clit. I felt my orgasm building, the pleasure moved from my stomach to my pussy, my walls clamp up.
"Adrian I'm going to cum!" I yelled, my breathing came in a haggard bust.
"Go ahead, cum for daddy." His voice sounded husky and needy, I knew he was holding by a thin thread.
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Ruth's marriage was never built on passion, only duty and appearances. But when a dark twist of fate brings an unexpected fire into her bed, she finds herself torn between loyalty and desire. What begins as a spark of forbidden longing soon threatens to consume everything she thought she knew about love, marriage, and betrayal.
7.6
The harsh glare of the spotlight hit Harper's custom wedding dress as she smiled at her groom.
But a single phone call from his mistress, Lila, made Chase violently shove his way down the aisle and sprint out of the hotel.
He left Harper to face the flashing cameras and the mockery of hundreds of guests.
Her mother-in-law dragged her into a hallway and slapped her hard across the face.
"You cannot even keep your own man in the room. You are making a mockery of this family."
When Harper rushed to the hospital, Chase blamed her for Lila's theatrical, fake miscarriage.
He threatened to pull every cent of capital from Harper's investment firm if she dared to walk away.
The Young family then used the media to frame Harper, turning her into a public pariah who viciously "killed" an unborn child.
Mobbed by ruthless paparazzi, Harper was pushed into the freezing rain, her knees bleeding on the concrete.
She couldn't accept that her entire life and career were being destroyed by a mistress's pathetic lie.
When Chase later tried to buy her silence with a pink diamond—the exact same one he had just gifted Lila—her remaining love turned to absolute ice.
But fate intervened when she was rescued from the mob by Antoni Donovan, the most ruthless billionaire on Wall Street and her biggest corporate rival.
Discovering that Antoni was actually her best friend's older brother, a dangerous smile spread across Harper's face.
She picked up his gold-lettered business card.
She was done being the victim; she was going to use the wolf of Wall Street to crush her ex-husband.
7.1
On the eve of a high-profile wedding that could save her family's crumbling empire, Annie Mendes finds herself standing at the altar in place of her runaway sister. Forced into a cold, loveless marriage with powerful billionaire Nate Reynolds, Annie braces herself for a life of duty and sacrifice.
But the moment their eyes meet, a shocking truth emerges-Nate is the same man she shared a reckless one-night stand with weeks earlier. Now bound as husband and wife, Annie carries a devastating secret: she is pregnant with his child.
Nate, betrayed by Amelia's disappearance and deceived by the Mendes family, is determined to punish Annie. But beneath his icy exterior simmers a dangerous attraction that neither can deny. As secrets unravel and betrayals come to light, Annie must fight to protect not only her family but her unborn child from the chaos Amelia left behind.
In a world where loyalty is fragile and love is a dangerous game, Annie and Nate must decide: will their marriage survive the lies, or will it collapse under the weight of betrayal?
8.6
I thought I was living the dream as the wife of a billionaire, until my husband came home at 2 A.M. reeking of expensive Scotch and "Midnight Rose"—the signature perfume of his ex-lover, Lucinda. While I spent my nights alone in the nursery with our sick twins, William was out in the city, making it clear to everyone that our marriage was nothing more than a cold, calculated business merger.
When I finally confronted him with the evidence of his infidelity, he didn’t offer an apology. He simply looked at me with disgust and told me I was a "liability" who should stay home and play the part of the perfect mother while he lived his real life with someone else.
The humiliation reached its peak at the hospital when his grandfather suffered a massive heart attack. William showed up with Lucinda on his arm, comforting her in front of the entire Sterling clan while his mother publicly mocked me for being a useless gold-digger. Even after William tried to force himself on me in a drunken rage the night before, he had the audacity to treat his mistress like the grieving wife while I was pushed into the shadows.
I felt something inside me finally snap. The man I loved had turned into a monster who saw me as an acquisition rather than a human being. I was ready to sign the divorce papers and disappear with nothing but my pride, just to escape the suffocating weight of his indifference.
But then, the dying patriarch called me to his bedside and handed me a sword: five percent of the company’s voting shares and a three-month ultimatum. I’m not running away anymore. I’ve decided to stay for ninety days, but not to save a dead marriage. I’m staying to become the one thing William Sterling never saw coming—his most dangerous nightmare.
8.8
Bella Danvers aka Isabella Powell is a 20-year-old college student who encountered the hot and ruthless CEO of the Rinaldi Corporation, Gabriel Rinaldi. They had a forgetful one-night stand that took a turn for the worst. Will he be able to find her before he is forced into an arranged marriage? Will she be able to tell him the news? Or will they be forced apart?