Mesmerized and Attached

Chapter 3 Having s*x in the Office

Stella's POV:

I shrugged off my coat and tossed it onto the desk casually.

In my experience, when a man pushed a woman like this, it was usually for s*x.

I might not have understood this at twenty, but six years in prison taught me a lot about men's intentions.

Not surprisingly, his eyes darkened even more when he saw my tight red V-neck skirt.

I walked around the desk and stood behind him.

His short hair was neatly trimmed, and he smelled fresh and clean.

I wrapped my arms around his strong neck and leaned in to lightly kiss just below his earlobe.

This was all a performance to convince him that I was willing to do anything. Men like him, high up in the corporate world, wouldn't actually want a woman fresh out of prison. But this move was risky.

Every step felt like a tightrope walk.

Suddenly, his big hand gripped my waist.

His strength was surprising, almost painful.

With a quick spin, I landed on his firm, muscular thighs. Ignoring the pain in my waist, I kept my arms around his neck and flashed a smile.

Looking into his deep, unreadable eyes, I said, "See? I told you I could do it."

"People who come out of prison really are different."

A shiver ran through me, but I kept my smile. "So, do I pass?"

"What if I still say no? Will you sit on every man's lap you interview with?" He suddenly bit my earlobe.

My smile faltered, and I hadn't even responded yet when he did that.

Panic started to creep in, and I began to struggle.

"If you want to get something from a man, you'll need more resilience than that," he said, his lips curling into a cold, mocking smile.

I wanted to slap that cold, stern look right off his face, but I held back.

The moment I decided on revenge, I knew I would have to leave my humanity behind.

Swallowing the pain and my pride, I steadied my voice, even though it was already hoarse. "I can bear more." I couldn't afford to fight him.

He sneered, "Prison women aren't clean, right? Been with a lot of men? Addicted? Fresh out and already looking for another?"

Fury surged through me, and I shot to my feet. "I said I haven't!" Tears of frustration spilled down my cheeks.

His gaze was chilling. For a few seconds, I considered running away.

But I needed this job. Damn it! With my serious criminal record, no one else would hire me. Shelia's recommendation was my only shot. Without a job, I would have no income, no food, and no chance at revenge!

I took a deep breath. No matter what, I had to get this job.

Survival was everything.

Suppressing my shaking, I started unbuttoning my shirt.

I knew my curves could easily catch a man's eye.

As expected, his eyes darkened, but there was anger there too.

Was he mad at my desperation and the way I deserted myself?

I wasn't in the mood to figure out what he was thinking. I shed my shirt, standing there in just my bra.

Before he could react, I cupped his face and clumsily pressed my lips to his.

His breath hitched, turning heavy almost immediately!

He became a beast, ripping off my bra and exposing my body.

After he stripped me bare, his lips assaulted me with a fierce, storm-like intensity. His body trembled like parched land rejoicing at the touch of rain.

His hand gripped me tightly, moving roughly over my face, breasts, and waist.

He yanked off my panties and hastily undid his own pants, thrusting into me without hesitation!

The pain was overwhelming and strange, and I couldn't help but cry out.

However, hearing my cry seemed to fuel him, making his movements even more aggressive.

I was stunned by the sudden assault, my attempts to scream muffled by his mouth covering mine. I could hardly breathe.

I didn't know how long it lasted. Finally, when his final, forceful thrust was accompanied by a loud groan, he collapsed against me, and I felt a warm trickle down my leg.

When I could finally stand, I saw the bloodstain on the white floor. My throat was dry and raw. "Is this... enough?"

Tears welled up, but I couldn't tell if they were from the physical pain or the emotional wound. I had just given my virginity to a man I didn't know, not out of love but out of desperation to survive.

I risked my innocence just to prove it.

He didn't respond and just looked at the floor for a moment before retreating to another room.

I felt a wave of bitter humiliation wash over me. Grabbing some tissues from the desk, I cleaned the floor, my legs trembling as I walked out of the office.

In that instant, shock gave way to a slow, suffocating sense of humiliation. I had thought I could handle the situation, but I ended up giving my virginity to a stranger. This was my first brutal lesson in the reality of my new life, leaving me nothing but insult and grief. Pathetically, even if I had gone so far, I was still considered nothing by those in power.

Just as I was about to leave, Mia appeared and told me to come in to finalize my employment.

That man gave me the job?!

Mia's expression was cold and even annoyed. "I don't care how you managed to please the boss. You're in, but KPI is the only thing that matters. You have one month to prove yourself. Sell a unit, or you're out. And no more of your cheap tricks. Be here tomorrow for the paperwork."

"Got it. I'll be here first thing tomorrow!" I agreed quickly, just in case that she might change her mind.

As I left the sales center, the sun was shining brightly, and people walked by leisurely. The warmth made my eyes sting, but I held back my tears.

I didn't care what Mia thought, as I had f*****g secured the job! The one that I needed the most right now!