Pregnant by Mistake, My New Boss Is The Father

Chapter 4 In the Elevator

"Why should I care who you are?" Lilian stuck out her middle finger at the man. The elevator doors happened to slide open at that moment, so she spun on her heel, ready to bolt.

However, the man was quicker than her, gripping her wrist and pulling her back.

"I'm worse than a cow?" The man's expression was grim. "Seems like you need a lesson."

"What do you want?!" Lilian cried out in fear, trying to escape. However, she found herself trapped in the man's arms. Her plea for help was abruptly cut off as she was muffled by a large hand covering her mouth.

"Think you can offend me and just run away? It's about time someone taught you a lesson, you gold digger." The man's deep voice echoed in Lilian's ear, but she couldn't be bothered to pay his words any heed as he had already lifted the hem of her skirt.

Lilian was acutely aware of the coarse touch of the man's fingers as they explored beneath her underwear, igniting an unfamiliar scent that stirred excitement within her. His touch teased her body until a sudden rush of moisture flooded forth, dampening her undergarments.

The overwhelming sensation drove her to instinctively squeeze her legs together, but this only seemed to spur the man to move more swiftly.

Surprised, Lilian wondered what was going on. It felt as though the man's hand possessed an enchanting power of its own!

"Mmph... No..." Lilian's legs gave way beneath her. She looked at the man in terror, pleading, "I'm sorry! L-Let go!"

"Seems a bit late to beg for mercy now, don't you think?" Raymond's voice dripped with intoxication as he was drawn in by Lilian's scent. His hand, propelled by desire, reached out to caress the skin that had captivated him, his control slipping away.

Lilian felt his hand intrude into her underwear, skillfully stimulating her most intimate area. The pleasure coursing through her body elicited involuntary moans.

His voice, a sinister whisper, taunted, "You're becoming quite aroused, aren't you? How lewd."

Lilian's gaze inadvertently met her reflection on the elevator's mirrored surface, revealing a tumultuous blend of discomfort and concealed desire on her face. Swiftly, she averted her eyes. But Raymond refused to show her any mercy.

"Look up," he commanded. "You should see the look on your face. It screams how much you want to have s*x with me."

"No, stop, someone might see us..."

"No one else would dare to enter this elevator like you did, and what you should be concerned about right now is keeping your indecent voice from echoing throughout the entire building."

Lilian felt her entire body tense, sensing herself on the brink of climax. As the man accelerated his movements, a surge of fluid erupted from her, pooling into the palm of his hand in an instant.

Lilian bit down on her own wrist, barely stifling a scream as she reached the pinnacle of her climax.

Raymond released Lilian, retrieving a handkerchief from his front pocket to clean his hands. Lilian slid down the wall and collapsed to the ground, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"Feeling good now?" Raymond asked.

Through tear-blurred eyes, Lilian gazed at him, bewildered by his actions.

In truth, Raymond himself was at a loss.

Even if he wanted to teach Lilian a lesson, he shouldn't have surrendered to such reckless abandon, toying with her relentlessly, even desiring to take things further right there in the elevator. And all it took was a mere glimpse of her skin!

With the final thread of his sanity, Raymond reigned in his impulses.

Disgust etched on his face, he flung the handkerchief he'd used onto Lilian. "I'm warning you. Give up on whatever tricks you have up your sleeve. There's nothing I disdain more than women like you."

"I have absolutely no interest in you," Raymond declared firmly. Without so much as a backward glance, he pressed the elevator button and exited, leaving Lilian behind.

"Why'd you do that if you have no interest?!"

Lilian yelled after his retreating figure. She couldn't stand men who said one thing and meant another. She rose slowly, smoothing out her disheveled clothes. Watching Raymond's figure recede, she was gripped by fear and confusion. She couldn't comprehend why her body responded to him like that.

Internally, she vowed never to let this man off easily!

After regaining her composure and tidying herself in a secluded corner of the hallway, Lilian sensed that the man had long departed. Only then did she proceed directly to Level 36.

As Lilian reached the door, a woman dressed to kill came up to her, introducing herself as Olivia Ripley, one of Raymond Morgan's secretaries. "Are you the new girl, Lilian?" she asked with a slight tilt of her head.

Though her tone sounded rather gentle, there was a hint of disdain in her eyes.

"Yes." Lilian nodded.

Olivia held her head high. "Come with me."

She ushered Lilian into the secretarial office, gesturing toward a corner.

"That will be your spot from now on," she stated curtly.

Lilian greeted her with enthusiasm but was ignored. Olivia turned and headed to her own seat, muttering under her breath, "Mr. Braun really needs to get his eyes checked. I can't believe he hired someone so ordinary..."

Upon hearing her words, Lilian felt a surge of anger. But after calming herself down, she realized that she had just assumed her position and couldn't afford to make enemies. So, she suppressed the anger bubbling within her.

Ding!

As Lilian prepared to take her seat, the elevator's arrival disrupted the quiet of the office. Olivia rose abruptly, only to hastily sit back down upon recognizing who had arrived.

Urgently, she directed Lilian, "It's Ms. Nettles. Quickly stop her. We can't allow her to enter unannounced. Mr. Morgan doesn't want to see her."

Lilian asked in confusion, "Why? You didn't even ask Mr. Morgan. How do you know he doesn't want to see her?"

Olivia's arrangement seemed a bit off. Was this a setup?