Thirty Nights of Ruin

Dear Diary, I can't stop shaking. My legs feel like jelly and there's this weird ache between my thighs that won't go away. Every time I close my eyes, I see his face. Those cold, dark eyes looking at me like he already owned me. God, what the hell did I just do? It started this morning. I was so nervous standing outside Reyes Global that my hands were sweating so bad I almost dropped my folder twice. This was my last chance. Mom's hospital bills are killing us and I've been rejected from every other job. I needed this one badly. When I finally walked into his office on the top floor, the air felt different. Heavy. Intimidating. Alexander Reyes didn't look up at first. He just sat there behind this massive black desk like he was king of the world. When he finally lifted his head… damn. He was older, probably 37, with sharp features, dark hair, and a few silver strands that made him look even more dangerous. Expensive suit. Broad shoulders. The kind of man who makes your stomach flip whether you want it to or not. His eyes slowly moved down my body. Not in an obvious creepy way, but long enough that heat rushed to my face. My cheap white blouse suddenly felt too tight across my chest. My pencil skirt felt too short. "Elena Voss," he said. His voice was deep and cold. "Sit." I sat down so fast I nearly missed the chair. He asked me sharp questions. About my experience (which I barely had), how late I could work, whether I could keep my mouth shut about confidential things. Every answer I gave, those dark eyes studied me like he was measuring me up for something. By the end of the interview, the tension in the room was so thick I could barely breathe. Then he stood up, walked around the desk, and stopped right in front of me. He was tall. Really tall. His cologne smelled expensive and masculine. He tilted my chin up with two fingers, forcing me to look at him. "You look too innocent for this world," he murmured, almost to himself. My heart was pounding so hard I thought he could hear it. Later that evening, after everyone had gone home, he called me back into his office. "Lock the door." I did. The moment the lock clicked, the air changed. His eyes weren't cold anymore. They were hungry. He pulled me against him suddenly. One big hand on my lower back, the other sliding into my hair. Before I could even think, he kissed me. Hard. Deep. Like he was starving. I melted. I'd never been kissed like that in my life. He lifted me onto his desk like I weighed nothing. Papers scattered everywhere. His hands pushed my skirt up my thighs, rough and impatient. I was trembling. Soaked. Terrified. "Mr. Reyes… I've never…" I whispered, ashamed. He paused, eyes darkening even more. "Good," he said, voice low and rough. "Then I get to be the first one to ruin you." His fingers found my panties and pushed them aside. When he felt how wet I was, he made this low sound in his throat that made my stomach flip. "So innocent," he growled, "and already dripping for your boss." That's when I knew my life was never going to be the same again.