Chapter2:The Devil Is A Gentleman
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Celine's POV
I can't be out of job. If I need to buy my freedom and save my family, I'll have to pay whatever loan they got. In essence, I need my job.
My sad reality mocks me openly. How long will it take for me to save up the actual amount for the loan? Ten years? Surely not.
"Oh, s**t!" I rush up, returning the flash to my bag so I don't loose it. That will be worse.
"Where are you going?" Anna gets up after me as if to stop me.
"To work." I barely get the words out. My head is spinning in circles and I'm quite dizzy. I did take more than my system can handle.
"To work? It's past work hours." She argues. "Babe, I think it's the vodka speaking."
"I'm not drunk." I debunk her claim. "My boss just called, angry. I'm with the flash that has his presentation for a foreign client's pitch tomorrow."
I bring out the flash to back up my claim before returning it back in.
"Oh." She mumbles. "You clearly can't go in that state. How about I drive you?" She offers.
I laugh wryly.
"Is anything funny?" She looks around.
"You're a clown." I keep laughing. "We both know that you crawl slower than a snail..."
"Suit yourself." She sighs, pained.
"If you want to help me, just book a ride." I bring another option. "Please." I pout.
I wait for another five minutes before the ride arrives and honks at the front of Anna's yard.
"Be safe, babe." She yells after me.
"I will, love you." I get out of her yard and into the car.
Thankfully, he already knows my destination, as I'm quite lightheaded to get anything sensible out at this moment. Slowly, I drift to sleep, the gentle breeze doing more harm than good.
"We're here, miss." He calls out, snapping me out of my dreamland.
I sigh loudly, pay him, and stagger my way up the elevator, punching the buttons to his office. The place is quiet and dry as a desert which isn't weird as it's way past work hours.
"You're ten minutes late." Mr. Jayden flips his watch, his voice is cold and flat.
"I'm sorry..." I murmur, my eyes roaming his office space. Neatly organized as always.
I swallow dryly, shocked to see him in a different light. He's no longer in his work suit and is bare-chested, as perfect black curls crawl their way down his torso and disappear in his tight pants, making my jaws drop.
"Hand it over and get the f**k out." He stops me from gawking further.
"Uh..." I stutter and shakily hand it over.
His hand brushes against mine, erupting a tingling sensation in my guts. Goosebumps creep all over my bare skin, making me shiver.
Right now, I'm more conscious of my cooperate skirt that's a bit too tight and short and my sleeveless chiffon blouse that's clinging to my big boobs.
He's being my long-time crush, working in the same space with him is suffocating and right now, I'm literally gasping for air.
Good girls stay away from bad boys... Good girls don't throw themselves at men cheaply... I recite my line in my head. It kinda keeps me sane when I'm around him, an infamous Casanova.
"Celine?" The tone of his baritone drowned me in the depth of his masculinity.
"Uh..." I stutter, quickly turning to flee to my heels. "Ouch!" I cry, spraining my ankle as I struggle for balance.
"Jeez!" He groans and whisks me in his arms, preventing me from hurting further.
I'm right next to his heartbeat, safely wrapped in his bosom, my frame suddenly small like it fits right here. His charming amber-green eyes gaze at me sternly and I can feel it all over my body as though it's ripping my clothes off.
"I'm sorry... about your ankle." He stutters and lets me go abruptly, almost causing me to fall.
I nod, straightening my skirt and starting for the door. 'Good girl doesn't pay.' Anna's word, which is oddly my new motto, rings in my head.
Like I'm jinxed, I stop on the spot, my bag dropping to the ground. Slowly, I turn around to face him.
"Celine?" His alluring amber-green pair do what they are meant for... devouring ladies like prey.
Not saying a word, I tug on the rope of my dress, my chiffon top losing free as it exposes more than my cleavage. My boobs are literally out in grand display, as they are delicately nestled in my blue bra, matching my eye color.
"What are you doing?" He asks this time, his tone mixed with surprise... delightful surprise.
Finally taking off my shirt, my skirt follows suit and I'm standing naked in front of my boss, with just a small bra with cups barely holding my voluptuous boobs and a thong merely covering my c**t.
There's no point keeping my virginity for a man that may never know the value... I might as well go naughty and break a rule for the first time in my life.
Kicking off my shoes so I can stand properly, the effect of the alcohol still taking a course, perhaps it's the fuel to my silly act, frankly, I don't care.
"You know you're my employee, yeah?" He remains on his spot, his beautiful pairs roaming up and down my body hungrily, as I take gentle strides towards him.
"I know," I murmur seductively, probably sounding dumb, but with a body on fire as mine, I doubt he would give a hoot about my croaky seductive voice.
"You will get..."
"Fired?" I interrupt him for the first time and it feels good... Damn.
"I don't care." I wink, flashing a pretty smile at him and unexpectedly, I grip his crotch, fitting his little man in my palm and moving my hand like I'm weighing it.
"Celine..."
"Say my name." I tease, sliding down on my knees and unbuttoning his pants with my teeth.
"No strings attached." I recite his motto. I've stuck around long enough to know a few things about him, and I've crushed on him so hard to know way more than I should.
The reason I touch myself at night... Him! The reason I put up with his overbearing mood swings... Him! Freaking him! Like a demon, he always makes me loose. In my defense, this is me giving him a taste of his medicine.
I continue working his pants down as they slide to the floor like a shed skin. Ceasing his length in my mouth, I begin working him as he feels a starburst of painful ecstasy and I don't stop until he is as hard as a rock. Slowly, I get up, plastering my bare skin to his, daring him to let go.
As though he is possessed, he flips me over, laying my bum cheeks against his hard length and bending me over, as I helplessly grip his desk.
This minute, I get to be a bad girl, and when the vodka eventually wears off, and I hit the streets of Colorado jobless, what next?
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