Lisa's POV
Mr Graham was sitting back on the couch at the center of the office, his trousers pulled down and his c**k was in his hand stroking it leisurely with a devilish smirk playing on his face.
Fuck!
I couldn't look at the scene twice. I gritted my teeth snapping my head to the side as I averted my gaze from the disgusting sight. He knew I was going to come in, yet he still chose to be such a miscreant.
“I'm… sorry,” I stammered, apologising even though it wasn't exactly my fault. “I would just leave.“ I turned away, wanting to take a step.
“Wait!“ He screamed, his voice stopping me in my tracks.
“What now?“ I whispered, standing there like a statue as much as I wanted to leave. My nerves were on edge, the room suddenly becoming small.
I didn't know when he reached me, the next
