Submitting to My Ruthless Boss

Chapter 3: Balcony Make-Out Session

He acts as if he doesn’t know me and shakes my hand firmly, “Nice to meet you, Mrs Jones. I am Ethan, Ethan Walton.”

His voice still affects me in unknown ways. I gulp hard and try to remove my hand from his grasp but he doesn’t leave my hand. When I turn, I see my husband talking to an elderly man, probably someone as important as the one holding my hand. I look at Ethan with pleading eyes and he leaves my hand.

I release my breath I did not know I was holding. Immediately, Samuel turns his focus towards the handsome man and starts to brag about how happy our married life is. Blah….Blah….Blah….

I can feel Ethan’s gaze on me, even when he is talking to Samuel. His shameless examination makes me fidgety and I excuse myself to go to the balcony to get some fresh air. Honestly, I do not want to be around either of them.

As I make my way towards the balcony and open the door, I see a couple arguing. Although I do not intend to hear their conversation, I mistakenly hear the bits and pieces of their talk, “How could you do this, Justin? He is my brother” The girl reprimands.

“I am sorry, darling. But, I had no choice.” The boy, I assume ‘Justin' answers defensively.

I feel awkward standing there and listen to the exchange of words. Therefore, I intentionally open the door forcefully making a lot of noise. The girl looks agitated but after seeing me she exhales her breath and stops talking. The man, too, looks my way and without speaking another word, he exits from the glass door and joins the party.

I moisten my lips and shift my gaze towards the girl. She looks a couple of years older than me, beautiful with a petite figure; in fact, she could be mistaken to be a model. I have never seen her before but she looks familiar.

I cough slightly and the girl extends her hand, “Hi, I am Lily.”

Her sweet voice catches my attention as if I had heard it before. But, where?

My dazed look makes her squint her eyes, and then she waves her hands to catch my attention, “Are you okay?”

With the shake of my head, I take her hand and exclaim, “Oh! I am sorry. I am Anna.”

“I never saw you before. Are you new to the circle?”

I did not know how to answer her. Should I tell her the truth that I have never been to a party or any circle for the past year? Not really. I chew on my bottom lip and lie, “Well I just shifted from Bay of Plenty.”

“That’s why I didn’t see you before. Well, hopefully, we’ll continue to meet each other on these functions” She smiles and continues with a dramatic face, “I gotta go now else my family will send a search party and ruin the function.”

I chuckle at her remark, “Sure. See ya.”

Even after she leaves, I have a smile on my face. I must say some people have an infectious personality, which makes you forget your worries and pain.

Stepping out into the balmy night, I lean on the balcony railing and gaze into the night. The cool night breeze hits the thin fabric of my dress and a shiver runs through my whole body. I feel cold but alive. This feeling is exhilarating.

I enjoy the few moments of some alone time, of my freedom, when I hear some movement. My heart jumps in my chest, but when I turn, I see him just inches away from my face.

He had followed me.

I try to sidestep him and retreat, however, he places both his hands on either side of the railing to not let me move. My chest rises and falls with rapid breaths and I feel my throat getting dry. I do not dare to look at him, so I turn my head towards the right. I can feel him inhaling my scent. He comes close to my neck and I feel my body getting hot even on this chilly night.

I am scared someone will see us, and I speak hesitantly, “Let me go, please.”

He does not budge. Instead, he looms closer and I see the lights of the balcony turn off. Who could have shut the lights?

I feel scared. I raise my eyes to see his chiselled face and even in the dark, he looks handsome as the devil. I bite my lower lip and again plead, “Please, Ethan. Let me go, my husband must be waiting for me.” I speak about my husband to make him step away, but he still does not move or answer. Instead, he gets even closer and I can feel the warmth radiating from his skin.

His warm breath on my cheeks along with the familiar fragrance of his cologne is making my legs weak. To not get lost in the moment, I try to back away but the railing’s cold surface touches my back, and I gasp. Ethan takes advantage of my action, and I feel his mouth kissing down my neck. It was sweet torture but then he bit the soft spot on my neck as if marking me.

I grab the collar of his shirt, to not fall and he slips his hand around my naked waist. I can feel his warm hand make small circles on my back. However, when I relax in his embrace, he immediately leaves me and I wince at the loss of his warm touch.

I try to balance myself and look at him surprised. Nevertheless, the next moment, his disgusted look makes me feel ashamed to have given in so easily.

He sneers while stressing each word, “I must say, Mrs Jones, you ….are …still …a ….slut.”

His remark brings tears to my eyes. But, I do not give him the satisfaction to see my weak face. He wants to disgrace me for leaving him, but I had my reasons.

I raise my chin and instead of replying, I choose to leave. As I try to open the door and go back to my not so loving husband, Ethan again derides, “If your husband cannot satisfy you, you can come to me anytime, Mrs Jones. I guess you remember how satisfying your first time was.”

My jaw clenches at his disrespectful comment. I will not accept this from him. To hurt him, I turn and lie with a scornful face, “Sorry, Mr Walton. But, I have seen some people brag even though they cannot deliver.” And I look at his pants.

My mind shouts to run because I know this must have hurt him.

And honestly, I loved the first time because it was with him.