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 4
It's like I'm the star of my own dating show, similar to The Bachelorette, and even though I know I ought to be fortunate and thrilled about everything-"Are you ready?" Asks Alice.
"Yup." I feign a grin even though the prospect of spending any time with anybody other than Stone Sandra makes my heart already flutter.
I tell myself, "Let's just get this over with."
I really try not to draw comparisons between the first guy and Stone as he advances forward.
Just give him a chance, Mary.
After two and a half hours, I finally say goodbye to the last "candidate" feeling fatigued and a bit overwhelmed. There were a few I genuinely enjoyed talking to, enough to give them my number when they asked for it, but--
The way my heart hasn't raced the entire time tells me that it still belongs to Stone, and a quiet sigh escapes me as I make my way back to Alice and Lucia.
Now that it's just the three of us, I take a seat next to the ladies, who are both sipping margaritas on the chaise lounges.
"Well?" Alice requests. Did any of these appeal to you?
I honestly state, "They were all Mikee."
Alice is displeased as Lucia grimaces.
I insistence, "I mean it. "They were all really Mikee--"
Alice adds grumpily, "Don't say any more." "Damning them with faint praise once is more than enough."
Oops.
Lucia looks at me curiously. "Did you really not feel attracted to any single one of them? Not even the tiniest bit?"
I slap my forehead. Lucia may be my oldest and closest friend, but it's just not my style to talk about the guy I like. And especially not now, with Lucia married to Stone's best friend.
If the other woman were to ever know the truth, I'm pretty sure she'd put her matchmaking hat on faster than I can say 'no', and she'd keep throwing Stone and me together until I end up getting fired...or worse, having Stone look at me with pity.
Ugh.
I tremble at the mere concept, and I get the horrible feeling that my grave has been trodden. I quickly leave the table and return to the cabana where I plan to change into something warmer.
As I unlock the locker to get my clothing, my mind goes back to Stone.
Three years later, I'm still utterly in love with him.
I had assumed that I could live with my sentiments being one-sided, but ever since Lucia and Mike got married, I've started to feel restless and hopeless.
I sometimes have this insane temptation to rush Stone's desk and demand to know the truth for all eternity. Do you really not consider me to be a woman?
I'm desperate to know the solution, but I'm also afraid of hearing it. I want to believe in Mike and Lucia's love tale, but...can I, really?
Perhaps Alice is correct, and I need to attempt finding a lover to determine whether my emotions for Stone are only a case of protracted infatuation.
I wiggle out of my one-piece with a groan, but as I'm about to get up, I hear the cabana door open, and as I turn around, the first thing I notice is a person in a black suit.
Wait a second.
I look up and see a sculpted jaw followed by a set of recognizable violet eyes.
I realize too late that I am standing in front of him absolutely nude as soon as his gaze descends.
Stone
The only time my pal and I bump fists and smile at each other is when we're in the elevator heading down to the foyer. This is our largest deal for the year, and if all goes according to plan, we'll be able to work with other Middle Eastern monarchies as well.
We exit the elevator together, and I cast a quick look her way. "Can Lucia come to dinner with us tonight?"
"Actually..." Mike's face is filled with agony. "Can we celebrate instead next week?"
I am shocked when I glance at him. Has anything changed? Since establishing our business about ten years ago, we've always had supper after each significant sale we conclude. Mike is typically a strong believer in traditions.
"Mary," you say.
"Mary?" I'm, to put it mildly, confused. There isn't a single thing Mary could do that would cause the business problems; she is the ideal secretary.My wife learned how Mary used to purchase Aimee bikinis.
Even I am surprised by this, so I don't even try to hide my annoyance.Our secretary is Mary, Mike. She shouldn't purchase anything for your mistress-"
Mike responds defensively, "She just had to do it twice, and I only asked her to do it because I knew they'd become friends.
It was still not in her job description.
Mike adds irritably, "I know it isn't. And although I am aware that it is insufficient, I did afterwards apologize to her.
I say to myself, "You shouldn't have asked her to do something like that in the first place."
Mike averts his gaze. "Stop acting like I somehow corrupted her. It's not like I ever informed her my size and asked her to get condoms.
Do you remember? I snarl.
Saying "Jesus, no!" Mike's voice is irritated. And believe me when I say that even if I did ask her to do that, she wouldn't care.
Mike comes out as quite confident about this, which irritates me.
I murmur, "You seem to know Mary very well."
Mike responds, "She's been working us for three years. Even more outrageous is the fact that even all this time, you still hardly know her.
I'm smart enough to know better than to ask her to purchase anything fucking unrelated to work.
In spite of this, "And yet, I'm betting you have no idea it's her birthday today--have you?"
Fuck.
My lips form a tight seal together. True, I was unaware that Mary was celebrating her birthday today, but I had a good reason for it.
I've learned over the last three years that the only way I can stop myself from having fantasies about fucking Mary is to only perceive her as a secretary. I don't care about anything that isn't related to work, and I'm doing this for her benefit.
"Damn." When he sees me, Mike shakes his head. "You weren't sure, were you?"
I tuck my hands deep within my pockets. Mary is undoubtedly competent enough to not care.
Mike averts his gaze. She is still a human person, and everyone enjoys being recognized sometimes.
I answer coldly, "I'll give her a bonus then."
You may come along with me tonight when I crash her party, or even better.
Is she throwing a party?
Mike frowns, tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Do you still remember Alice?"
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8.7
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"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
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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
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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.
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8.8
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