Chapter three
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Her heart pounded as she stood in front of one of the biggest Pharmaceutical companies in the country ‘LOCKE BIOCORP’ . It produced the best drugs and was the most sought after. Followed by it was her dad's very own company ‘ REIDGEN PHARMA’ .
Brielle wondered how her Dad and Mr Grayson managed to stay friends all these years when they were literally business rivals.
Her heels clicked against the polished marble floor as she approached the towering glass doors of Grayson’s company. Her stomach fluttered like a caged bird — half excitement, half fear. This is it. I’m finally here… in his world, in his office, and I'm going to see me every day.
The receptionist’s glance lifted from her monitor. “Good morning, Brielle. Mr. Locke told me you would be working here starting today. He is in his office.”
“Th-thank you,” Brielle stammered, gripping the strap of her bag like a lifeline. Her pulse raced. Okay, Brielle… don’t embarrass yourself. Just… just be professional.
But professionalism felt impossible. Professional? The man has haunted my fantasies since the rain… since then… since the moment he saw me.
She reached his office, hesitating at the door. Knock or just… go in? Her hand trembled as she tapped softly.
“Come in,” his deep, commanding voice rumbled from inside.
Her legs shook as she pushed the door open.
His office was just as it had always been…Corporate and expensive. Dark blue painting, antique vases, mini sculptures, awards with his name on them and In the middle of the room were couches arranged to accommodate visitors.
Grayson was seated at his massive desk, a pile of documents in front of him. His eyes didn’t lift. His dark hair was slightly tousled, sleeves rolled up, veins flexing in his forearms — utterly intoxicating. He had his glasses on and this made him look even sexier.
“Good morning, Mr. Grayson,” she murmured, barely able to meet his gaze.
“Shut the door,” he said without looking up. “Make sure it’s fully shut.”
Brielle stepped inside, her heart pounding. The click of the lock made her knees weak. She turned to face him, ready to begin, and froze as his gaze finally met hers. That look — dark, intense, heated — made her stomach tighten, her thoughts scatter.
Before she could process it, his hands gripped her wrists. He lifted her up and with one swift movement, she was on his desk, sitting on the edge, her legs dangling.
“Mr. Grayson! What… what are you doing?” she gasped, cheeks flushing.
He took off his glasses, stood in between her legs, leaned closer, eyes flickering over her face, her lips, every curve exposed by the fitted dress she’d worn. “Do you have any idea what you did to me? What you’ve done to me ?” His voice was low, husky, dripping with hunger and control.
“I—I don’t…” Brielle stammered, heart hammering.
“You fantasized,” he said, a smirk tugging at his lips. “I saw it. You were fully naked on the bed …the way you touched yourself… the way you moaned…” His hand brushed her waist, fingers teasing just under the edge of her dress. “Do you have any idea what you did? Moaning your father's bestfriend’s name”
Brielle’s breath caught, cheeks aflame. “Please don't tell Dad. I… I didn’t mean—”
“You didn’t mean to drive me crazy?” His lips brushed her shoulder, trailing down her neck, leaving heat in his wake. “I can’t stop thinking about it. You, like this… helpless and wanting. Do you know how that makes me feel?”
Oh God… Brielle’s thoughts were a tangled mess. I’m supposed to be professional. I can’t… he’s my dad’s best friend… Yet every word, every touch, made her ache, made her shiver.
His fingers slipped slightly under her dress, teasing her thighs, lingering just where she burned with need. “So soft… so tempting… every part of you screams for attention Brielle, so beautiful.”
She gasped, pressing her hands to his chest in a feeble attempt to push him away, but it was weak. I can’t… I shouldn’t…
“You can’t stop thinking about me either,” he murmured, lips brushing the hollow of her neck. “Don’t lie. I can see it in your eyes. That flush, that pulse… every nerve in your body is awake because of me.”
Brielle's eyes widened as Grayson unbuttoned the two top buttons on her shirt.” Mr Gray—”
He buried his face in her neck, kissing it, his lips trailing the skin of her collarbone. He pulled her by the waist and they were so close that Brielle could feel his bulge poking the lower side of her tummy.
“Ohh God…” she moaned. It felt unrealistic in so many ways. “How did this even happen?” She whispered to herself.
Brielle closed her eyes, lost in the sensation, the heat, the delicious danger. Her knees quivered. Her fingers twisted the edge of her dress. I shouldn’t… I can’t…
He smirked against her skin, whispering words that sent shivers racing down her spine. “Every time you even look at me, I feel it. Every thought, every little fantasy… it’s driving me insane.”
She moaned softly, trying to catch her breath, her mind spinning.
“Do you feel how hard this makes me? All because of you. I could keep you like this all day… just me and the sound of your breath.”
“ I shouldn’t be enjoying this… it’s him. Dad’s best friend… twice older than me. But God… my body doesn’t care. Every brush of his fingers sends fire through me… I’m lost in him. This is wrong… so wrong… and yet… I’ve never felt more alive”. She thought.
He continued to kiss her neck, moving lower and lower, gradually his lips got to the top of her breasts. Brielle's whole body shivered, craving more of his touch and she could already feel a wet sensation between her legs.
But then — a sharp knock at the office door.
Both froze.
“Mr Locke ? Are you in there?” The voice called, oblivious to the storm raging inside.
Brielle freezes, heart hammering, pulse spiked. No, no, no…
Grayson muttered under his breath, dark eyes flashing with frustration and desire. “Damn it…”
The handle rattled again.
B
rielle thought “I can’t believe this is happening… and now someone’s coming…”
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