𝓞𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷

Chapter 4:

"f**k , you're so tight," Abdul growled, his voice a low, primal roar as he slammed his hips into the silicone form again, the sound of the impact echoing like a gunshot in the silent office. He reached down, his large hand wrapping around the doll's waist to pull it even more firmly against him, his muscles rippling in the dim light.

Kayla felt the air leave her lungs, her eyes fixed on the way his back arched with every punishing stroke, the sheer, unadulterated power of him making her head spin.

He let out a ragged, breathless groan, his movements becoming faster, more desperate, his entire body taut with a tension that seemed ready to snap.

"Please," he rasped, though whether he was talking to the doll or the empty air, Kayla couldn't tell, her eyes never leaving the violent, rhythmic dance of his body.

The sound of his heavy, desperate breathing filled the small gap in the door, a raw, animalistic noise that made Kayla's vision swim. She felt a primal, reckless urge to step through the threshold, to abandon her dignity and the safety of the hallway for the heat of his shadow.

She pushed the door open just a fraction more, the wood creaking slightly under her touch. Abdul froze, his head snapping toward the door, his eyes blown wide and dark with a lingering, feral intensity.

"Who's there?" he demanded, his voice a serrated edge of suspicion and command as he stayed hunched over the desk.

*Scramble.*

The sound of the door creaking was like a thunderclap in the silent office, and Kayla’s heart nearly leaped out of her chest. She didn't think, she just moved, spinning on her heel and sprinting toward the furthest, darkest cubicle at the edge of the floor. She practically dove into her chair, collapsing onto the desk and burying her face in her arms, forcing her breathing to slow even as her pulse screamed in her ears.

*Please don't come out here, please don't come out here,* she begged the universe, her skin still tingling with the memory of the sounds she'd just witnessed.

Minutes passed in an agonizing, heavy silence, broken only by the distant hum of the ventilation system. Then, the unmistakable, rhythmic click of expensive leather soles began to move across the carpet, heading slowly, deliberately, toward the corner where she sat.

"Stop playing games, Ms. Kayla; it's beneath your professional standing."

Abdul’s voice sliced through the darkness, cold and utterly devoid of the heat she had just heard echoing from his office. He stood over her desk, his shadow stretching long and imposing across her folded arms, the scent of his skin—musk and expensive cologne—drifting down to her.

"You can leave for the night," he continued, his tone as flat and impersonal as a legal brief. "And do try to be more convincing next time; pretending to be asleep in an empty office is a remarkably poor way to hide your presence."

Kayla let out a long, shaky sigh and sat upright, her hair disheveled and her eyes stinging from the sudden movement. "I... I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to—"

The apology died in her throat as she realized just how close he had stepped to her chair. Because she had been slumped low, she was looking directly at the dark fabric of his trousers, her nose mere inches from the heavy, prominent ridge of his crotch.

The silence that followed was thick, charged with a sudden, suffocating tension that made the air feel heavy.

Abdul didn't move away; instead, he leaned down, his hands gripping the arms of her chair to trap her. "Apologies are for those who make mistakes, Ms. Kayla," he murmured, his voice dropping back into that low, dangerous vibration. "But what you did back there... that was intentional."

"I wasn't... I wasn't spying," Kayla stammered, her gaze flickering up to his face, though the proximity to him made her head swim. The heat radiating from his body was intoxicating, a stark contrast to the icy words he had just used to reprimand her.

Abdul leaned in closer, his chest nearly brushing her knees, his eyes narrowing as they tracked the frantic movement of her throat when she swallowed. "Then why are you shaking, Kayla?" he whispered, his hand moving from the chair to brush a stray lock of hair away from her flushed face. "Is it fear, or is it something else entirely?"

"Is it the fear of being caught, or the fear of what happens if you're actually seen?" Abdul murmured, his hand sliding from her cheek down to the sensitive skin of her throat, his thumb tracing the frantic beat of her pulse. He leaned in until his lips were brushing against the shell of her ear, his voice a dark, velvet command. "Because if you were truly sleeping, you wouldn't be aching for me like this, your body practically begging for the very thing you're trying to hide."

Kayla's breath hitched as a sharp, molten heat pooled between her thighs, making her knees buckle and her core throb with a sudden, heavy dampness. She felt completely undone, her senses overwhelmed by his scent and the sheer, predatory gravity of his presence.

"You are a distraction I don't have time for, Ms. Kayla," he suddenly said, pulling back with a sharp, clinical efficiency that felt like a physical blow. He straightened his suit, his face returning to that impenetrable, icy mask of the CEO. "Go home, get some rest, and ensure you are focused for tomorrow's briefing. That is an order."

*Why the f**k was he doing this to her today?* The thought screamed through Kayla's mind as she watched him turn on his heel and walk away, leaving her trembling and utterly hollowed out in the dim light. One moment he was a beast, a man of raw, unbridled hunger, and the next he was a statue, a cold professional who wouldn't even look her in the eye.

It was a psychological whiplash that left her feeling nauseous and desperately, achingly needy. She stared at her computer screen, but the numbers were nothing but blurry smears; her entire being was still vibrating from the heat he'd ignited and then instantly extinguished.

"He's playing with me," she whispered to the empty office, her voice cracking with a mixture of fury and desire. "He's literally just playing with me."

Kayla let out a heavy sigh, finally grabbing her bags and deciding to call it a day. She couldn't take the suffocating atmosphere of the office anymore; she just needed to go home.But the moment she got into her car, the silence only made her thoughts louder. As she drove through the evening traffic, her mind completely betrayed her—all she could think about was Abdul. One minute he was looking at her with that intense, predatory gaze, and the next he was acting like an untouchable, ice-cold stranger at the boardroom table. She gripped the steering wheel tighter, frustration boiling up inside her. She hated how much he was getting under her skin with his stupid, infuriating mixed signals."Are you okay? You look like you’ve been through a literal war zone," Kiki said, pulling Kayla into a tight hug the moment she stumbled through the apartment door.

Kayla collapsed onto the sofa, her body finally letting go of the tension, though the phantom heat between her legs still throbbed with every movement. "I'm fine, I just... I'm so done, Kiki. I'm actually done."

"What happened? Was it another mountain of paperwork?" Kiki asked, pouring her a glass of wine with a worried frown.

"It's not just the work, it's him," Kayla groaned, rubbing her face with her hands as she felt the exhaustion deep in her marrow. "One day, I swear to God, I am going to snap at that stupid, arrogant CEO of mine for keeping me this late and making my life a living hell."

"He's just a man, Kayla. A very, very annoying man," Kiki said, though her eyes searched Kayla's face with concerned intensity. She sat on the edge of the sofa, handing her the wine. "But you look like you're vibrating. Did something actually happen at the office, or are you just crashing?"

Kayla took a long, desperate gulp of the wine, the liquid burning a trail down her throat that did nothing to soothe the ache in her core. She couldn't tell her best friend that her boss had essentially seduced her with words and then dismissed her like a common clerk.

"I just need to sleep," Kayla muttered, setting the glass down with a trembling hand. "I need to forget today ever happened."

She walked to her to room *Thud.*

Kayla kicked her heels off with a frustrated groan, the impact against her bedroom floor echoing her exhaustion, before she stumbled into the bathroom and turned the shower on high. As the steam began to fill the room, she stepped under the scalding spray, letting the heat punish her skin, but the physical sting wasn't enough to drown out the memory of him.

Her hands began to roam, slick with soap, sliding over the curves of her breasts and down the sensitive dip of her waist as she closed her eyes tight. *“You need to learn how to take it deep, Kayla,”* his voice echoed in her mind, no longer the polite CEO, but the dark, gravelly predator she'd seen in the office.

She let out a low, broken whimper, her fingers arching against her skin as she imagined his large, calloused hands replacing her own, pushing her down and forcing her to accept every inch of his command. *“Let it fill you up,”* she whispered to the empty, steamy room, her hips hitching forward in a desperate, imaginary rhythm."God, yes... please," Kayla gasped, her back arching against the tiled wall as she imagined his weight crushing her into the stone, his words turning filthier with every imagined stroke. *“I'm going to ruin you, Kayla. I’m going to make sure you can’t even sit in a board meeting tomorrow without thinking about how I felt inside you.”*

Her breath came in ragged, desperate hitches, her hand working feverishly between her legs as she chased the phantom friction of him. The heat of the water and the heat of her own skin merged into a single, blinding sensation of longing.

She finally shattered, her body trembling with a violent, aching climax that left her slumped against the shower wall, gasping for air. As the water washed away the soap and the sweat, the silence of the bathroom felt heavier than ever, leaving her alone with the echoing realization that she was utterly, hopelessly ruined by a man who didn't even like her.