Twisted Ties

Right place, wrong time

CHAPTER THREE

Right Place, Wrong Time

She had heard the reports, seen the news, read the stories, but now, it was happening right before her eyes. But this was happening to her in person. It was like magic to her. She couldn't believe what just happened. She has been fired on her first day of work.

“Sir… I didn't mean to sneak," she said, as her voice trembled. “When knocked..t-there wasn't a reply, so I wanted to come in”.

Stella stood there shocked with what she was she was witnessing

There, in the center of the luxurious office, sat Vincent Vercetti, with his infamous arrogance softened into a shockingly more human expression. He was seated casually in his executive chair, with his legs parted slightly, and his arms loosely wrapped around the waist of a woman perched seductively on his lap.

The woman was the very picture of wealth. Her dress, a body-hugging black satin gown, was slit scarily high, at the thigh, leaving very little to imagine, and it shone under the bright, golden light that came from the office's chandelier.

Her neckline dipped daringly low, revealing flawless skin adorned with a diamond-studded necklace that glittered like pearls. Her dressing was matched with teardrop earrings that dangled as she tossed her head back in laughter, in a surprisingly sweet, seductive tone.

Heavy makeup coated her face; smoky eyes, blood-red lips, and long lashes that batted her cheeks with every blink. She looked like she belonged in a billionaire’s private yacht party, not a corporate office, but here she was, coiled up on the lap of the notorious CEO like he was her personal throne.

Stella's breath hitched as the woman leaned down, her lips capturing Vincent's in a kiss that was slow, taunting, and confidently possessive. His hand wandered up her side before one clutched one of her boobs, which brought a smile to the barbie's lips.

Vincent's other hand roamed down her body, gripping tightly onto her butt, his fingers dug into the silky fabric as the kiss deepened.

Stella couldn’t look away, a strange sensation grew in her tummy, hot and unwelcome. Her brain screamed for her to step back, to turn away, but a small, mischievous part of her wondered, what it would feel like to be in that woman’s place? To be wanted so intensely by a man who commanded a room just by walking into it?

No! Stop it! She told herself, blinking fast, trying to shake the thought away. He insulted you, he humiliated you, you should hate him! She tried so hard to pull herself from her thoughts, but even as she battled with herself, the thoughts still continued.

Stella looked up in time to see the curvy brunette straighten up for just a moment, then reduced herself all the way to the ground, her eyes widened. She waited for a second, but didn't see her.

Then her head appeared again, this time, from under the desk, Stella’s pulse kicked up.

The woman was kneeling now, right between Vincent’s legs, and her hands reached for his belt with the slow, sure confidence of someone who knew exactly what she was doing. She rubbed a hand over Vincent's crotch, then said with a high-pitched tone. "You are so big!"

Vincent shot his head back as the pressure grew down there, he felt like he would shoot through his trousers.

The woman’s hands worked fast, unzipping his trousers, slipping beneath the waistband. Stella couldn’t see everything or hear anything, but she could see enough to piece it together. The thick brunette gasped in amusement and admiration, flashing him a wicked grin, "uhhhh, I like it," she said as she took in the sight of his full length.

Vincent responded with a small smirk, clearly pleased with her reaction. Then, without another warning, she leaned forward, taking his full length in her mouth.

Vincent tilted his head back, letting out a satisfied sigh as he closed his eyes, while Stella’s breath caught in her throat. His hand moved to the back of her head, his fingers moved between her styled curls as she began to move, slowly at first, then with a rhythm Stella couldn’t mistake.

Stella blinked, stunned, she hadn’t meant to see this, and yet, she remained rooted, watching. A dozen thoughts crashed through her mind, but the loudest was one she tried desperately to ignore; Is this what people fantasized about when they talked about him? Is this the power? The pull?

She was flushed now, her face burned red in embarrassment, while her heart thudded in her chest. She shook her head again, mentally scolding herself, but curiosity refused to let go, it kept her rooted in place, and before she realized it, she leaned forward, just a little, trying to make sense of what exactly was happening behind that massive desk.

She didn't know when she lost herself till she pushed the door wide open, nearly tripping over, just catching herself in time, but there was nothing she could do about the files in her hand. They poured out of her hands to the floor with a loud thud. The sound was loud enough to grab Vincent's attention as he straightened instinctively, his head shot to the entrance.

The woman, who was still on her knees as she was oblivious to the intrusion, continued her rhythm. Vincent’s face darkened with rage. He had lost interest, his hand dropped from her head.

“Enough,” he growled, pushing the woman back, not bothering to hide his anger. The thick brunette wanted to complain, but then she felt the shift in the environment and decided it was best to save it.

He reached down, adjusted himself quickly, and zipped his trousers back up while narrowing his gaze on the doorway, on her.

Stella’s hands trembled as she scrambled to gather the scattered documents, mumbling apologies between gasps. “I-I’m so sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to, oh my God, I’m really…”

The brunette woman finally sat up, wiping the corners of her painted mouth with the back of her hand, then shot a glare in Stella's direction. Her expression was cold, as though Stella had just walked in on some sacred moment. To her, it was as, she had waited for this moment and made herself available, till he finally set his eyes on her.

Stella shrank under the weight of both their stares; she clutched the files to her chest like a shield. “I-I should’ve knocked. I didn’t know, this is clear, this is a bad time. I’ll just…”

“Miss Raymond, you're fired for sneaking on your boss. Get out of my office”, he said with rage

She scurried off, already halfway out the door, when Vincent’s voice cracked through. “Stop!”

She froze mid-step. His voice was commanding.

“You’re not getting away that easily,” he added in a dangerously calm tone.

Stella turned around slowly, her throat was dry, and her palms were sweaty. Her heart raced faster than it ever did, and soon, piles of sweat dropped from her face.

Vincent leaned back in his chair with a strange look. He crossed his legs and rubbed his chin as though he were deep in thought. A look that promised consequences.

The brunette was perched on the edge of his desk now, with her lips still curled in a sneer, but clearly entertained by Stella’s discomfort.

“Strip”. Was all he said.