The secretary's secret

chapter 7

charity Pov:

Both of us got inside the car to go to the orphanage.

Always in the past years I always arranged his visit to the orphanage but never accompanied him. Today after the meeting he ordered me to walk with him to accompany him to the orphanage.

I was shocked at first but nevertheless obeyed his order because he was my boss.

We went on a silent ride of about one hour to the suburbs.

After an hour I saw a huge black gate that opened as soon as the gaurd saw the car. We went inside and step out in front of the main gate.

He told me to wait a little while outside and feel free to roam while he finished disscuing some matters.

He went inside with a older woman leaving me outside which I was glad.

I heard some giggling and decided to follow the sound. following the sound I saw bunch of kids playing in the playground. They saw me and came running towards me to ask why I'm here and not Celix.

I was shocked to hear that they want the cruel , straight face Celix.

When I told them he was here with the old lady they all lit up like Christmas tree and again run aways to play.

I decided to sit in a bench and observe them playing.

After half an hour I saw Celix coming out of the door and at the same time a little boy also saw him

He informed his friends and all of them ran towards Celix.

Celix sat down on the ground to brace himself from falling by the force of the running children.

After all the children covered him I saw a peak of him and he was smiling, Celix Ford was smiling, it was truely a rare sight to see

After playing one hour with them we bid them byebye. The little childrens faces were gloomy when we were leaving but some chocolates from Celix and promises of coming back makde them backdown and gave permission for leaving.

The ride to the office was silent.

After reaching the office he called it day and also told me to take early leave

As I reach my room a msg ping my mobile. I saw the msg was from Nia telling me that the next class will be held on Saturday at the same time and to email the homework. I first decided to freshen up and done some proofreading of the story before emailing her the story.

Today's meeting drained me of energy so I checked the fridge and saw leftover pizza, I heated the pizza and ate it then I slept early today hoping my story will be selected for display.

Finally the day came and all of us hoping that our story was selected.

Then the lights were dimmed and a female and male entered the room inside the glass.

Nia told us that today my story was got selected and they will perform my story.

I was called to narrate the story and I got on the side of the glass and started narrating my Story. I told them it was a story of one night stand with depicting the scenerio of the next morning.

( some random girl pov:

I stretch and turn my face into my pillow. It’s early. Too damn early to be awake, that’s for sure. Just as I gather the energy to roll over and check the clock, a strong hand brushes along the exposed side of my neck. I smile wide, suddenly fully awake. I know that touch. Goosebumps follow the path of his fingers, and I hold my breath, waiting.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Sir’s voice is low, like a roll of thunder. His British accent is still such a turn on, even after all these months. His hand coasts up over my shoulder, down my arm, past my waist, and pauses on my hip. His hot breath fans over the place his hands just vacated, chasing away the chills.

“Are you sore?” he whispers close to my ear. His fingers flexing and releasing on my hip distract me and my answer gets caught in my throat. A light slap to my thigh brings me out of my head long enough to reply.

“Umpf - No, Sir.” I say, my eyes closed against the sting of his palm.

“Look at me,” he commands, slipping his hand inside my panties to cup between my legs. “Are you sure?” he asks in a whisper.

Twisting my body slightly, I get a glimpse of him for the first time since last night, and feel my cheeks flame as a slideshow of our sexcapades from last night begins to play in my mind. His strong jaw partially hidden by the stubble of his beard, his gaze clear and direct behind his glasses, searching my face as he looks at me with intent, awaiting my answer.

Breathily, I manage, “Which response will make you keep touching me, Sir?”

His chuckle is low and sexy, but it’s his smile that’s almost too much, nearly blinding with its beauty. Sometimes he is simply too handsome. I hadn’t asked the question to be funny, but belatedly I realize how desperate I sound; how desperate I actually am.

“The truth will do just fine,” he replies, his expression still amused, but I can still see the genuine concern in his eyes. He reaches up and brushes his thumb across my flushed cheek with his free hand, and my heart trips.

“I am sore,” I say truthfully. “But I’m fine. I promise.” I smile, trying to reassure him. He looks at me for a long moment before apparently deciding my answer is an honest one.

“On your back.” He says as he removes his hand from my panties. Not a request, but rather a demand that sends a thrill through my entire body. I reposition as quickly as I possibly can, while trying not to look too eager. )