Hospitality Man Series I: His Babymaker Client (ENGLISH VERSION)

CHAPTER 2

Perv's POV



SHE let me in first, following closely behind before slamming the door shut with a force that made her frustration evident. I didn’t flinch.

“De Realonda.” She said my name with a sharp edge, settling into the sleek leather chair behind her desk. “You’re testing my patience. This is the eighth time you’ve left before your shift ended.”

I took a seat without a word.

Her fingers interlaced as she leaned forward, her gaze locked onto mine. “Do you understand what this means?”

“I don’t, Manager,” I responded evenly.

“You heard what the General Manager said earlier, didn’t you?” Her voice carried an unmistakable authority.

“Yes,” I answered shortly.

“With the way you’ve been acting, it’s as if you don’t need this job at all,” she continued.

I knew what she was implying. She wanted me gone.

“Manager, please, give me another chance,” I said, keeping my tone steady.

She stood, walking to the steel cabinet in the corner. A moment later, she retrieved a familiar blue plastic folder—the same one I had submitted with my application.

She held it up in front of me. “This is yours, right?”

“Yes,” I confirmed.

“You can take it back. It’s no longer needed.” Her voice was firm, final. “You’re fired.”

My eyes snapped up to meet hers. Was this really happening? Should I beg? Should I plead to keep this job? The alternative was unthinkable.

“Manager, please. Just one more chance,” I said, desperation seeping into my voice.

She shook her head. “I can’t do that, De Realonda. You’ve taken advantage of the system too many times. Cutting your hours early isn’t a one-time thing with you—it’s a pattern.” She moved to the door and pulled it open. “You may leave. For good.”

I stood but didn’t move toward the exit. Thoughts swirled in my head. I couldn't afford to lose this job. Without it, the chaos I had managed to keep at bay would come crashing back into my life.

No. That wasn’t an option.

I stepped toward the door but, at the last moment, reached out and pushed it shut. The soft click of the lock echoed in the tense silence.

Her head snapped toward me, eyes flashing with warning. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

I stepped closer, my voice low. “Manager, please. I need this job.”

She sighed, turning her back to me. “I already told you, there’s nothing I can do.”

So that’s how she wanted to play it? Fine. Let’s see how long she could resist.

I closed the distance between us, pressing just close enough for her to feel the warmth of my presence. A sharp breath hitched in her throat as she realized she was cornered against her desk.

“De Realonda, what are you—?” Her voice faltered.

Leaning in, I let my lips graze the shell of her ear, my voice barely above a whisper. “I think we both know you don’t want me to leave.”

Her breath shuddered, her body tensing at the proximity. “This is inappropriate.”

“Is it?” My fingers brushed over her arm, light as a whisper. “Because I know there’s something you want just as much as I do.”

Her silence was telling. I could feel the tension between us, the unspoken battle of wills. The moment stretched, thick with possibility.

“What is it you want?” she finally asked, her voice softer, more uncertain.

A slow smirk tugged at my lips. “A deal.”

She turned her head slightly, just enough for our eyes to meet. There was defiance in her gaze, but something else, too—curiosity, intrigue. Maybe even temptation.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” she murmured, yet the way she lingered told me she wasn’t entirely sure.

My fingers trailed higher, a featherlight touch. “Are you sure about that?”

A quiet, almost reluctant sigh escaped her lips.

This wasn’t over. Not yet.

The room was heavy with tension, the air thick with unspoken desires. My hand lingered just outside her shirt, my fingers brushing against the fabric as if testing the waters. Slowly, deliberately, I undid the first three buttons, my movements measured, teasing. She exhaled sharply, a soft gasp escaping her lips as my hand slipped inside, my palm grazing the warmth of her skin. Her breath hitched, and I could feel the rapid flutter of her heartbeat beneath my touch.

“You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” I murmured, my voice low and velvety, laced with a seductive edge. “This is what you’ve wanted all along, isn’t it?”

Her response was a breathless whisper, barely audible. “Y-yes…”

I leaned closer, my lips brushing against her ear as I spoke, my tone dripping with promise. “You can have me, but only if you agree to my terms.”

She hesitated for a moment, her body trembling under my touch, before finally surrendering. “O-okay… fine.”

I turned her to face me, my hands moving with purpose as I began to undress her. Piece by piece, her clothing fell away, leaving only the barest essentials. She, in turn, reached for me, her fingers fumbling with the ties of my apron before moving to the buttons of my white polo shirt. As the fabric parted, my torso was revealed, and her eyes widened, her gaze lingering on the defined lines of my abs. Her hands followed her eyes, tracing the contours with a hunger that mirrored my own.

Her touch was eager, almost desperate, as her hands trailed lower, skimming over my waistband. She didn’t waste time, her fingers quickly undoing the buttons of my slacks until only my boxers remained. I could feel her eyes on me, her desire palpable, but I reached for her glasses, removing them and setting them aside.

“Hey, give those back,” she protested, her voice tinged with irritation.

“Not yet,” I replied, my tone firm but playful. “They’ll only get in the way.”

I turned her around, guiding her toward the desk. Her palms pressed flat against the surface, her body leaning forward as I positioned her. She was vulnerable, exposed, and entirely at my mercy. I removed the last barriers between us, leaving her completely bare. My own boxers followed, discarded without a second thought.

I moved closer, my body aligning with hers as I prepared to take what we both wanted. She gasped as I entered her, her moans muffled by her own hand. I paused, withdrawing slightly before thrusting again, deeper this time. Her reaction was immediate—a sharp cry that she quickly stifled. I glanced down, noticing the faint trace of blood. It dawned on me then; she had been untouched until now.

I continued, my movements deliberate and unhurried, each thrust drawing another muffled moan from her lips. Her body responded to mine, her back arching as she pressed herself closer. I adjusted her position, lifting one leg onto the desk to deepen the angle. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her fingers gripping the edge of the table as I drove into her with increasing intensity.

Her moans grew louder, more urgent, but I silenced them with a handkerchief I found nearby, pressing it gently into her mouth. She didn’t resist, her eyes fluttering shut as she surrendered completely to the sensations. I could feel her tightening around me, her body trembling as she neared the edge.

When she finally reached her climax, her body convulsed, her cries muffled by the fabric in her mouth. She collapsed onto the desk, spent and breathless, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I, however, wasn’t finished. I withdrew from her, my own need still burning, and positioned myself above her face. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t protest.

I took myself in hand, my movements quick and urgent as I brought myself to the brink. With a low groan, I reached my release, my body shuddering as I spilled onto her. She lay still, her eyes closed, her breathing shallow. I wiped the remnants from her face, my own satisfaction mingling with a strange sense of detachment.

I dressed quickly, my movements efficient as I straightened my clothes and adjusted my appearance. She remained on the desk, her body limp and unresponsive. I locked the door from the inside before leaving, ensuring no one would disturb her. As I stepped into the hallway, I felt a strange mix of triumph and exhaustion.

Downstairs, Rex was waiting for me, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern. “What happened?” he asked, his voice low.

“I almost got fired,” I replied, my tone casual, almost bored.

“And?” he pressed, his eyes narrowing.

I led him to the locker room, where we could speak without being overheard. “I made a deal,” I said simply.

His eyes widened. “What kind of deal?”

I smirked, leaning against the lockers. “Let’s just say I convinced her to let me keep my job.”

“You didn’t…” he trailed off, his voice filled with disbelief.

“I did,” I confirmed, my smirk widening. “And guess what? She was a virgin.”

Rex let out a low whistle, shaking his head. “You’re something else, man.”

I shrugged, my expression nonchalant. “Sometimes you have to do whatever it takes.”

He laughed, clapping me on the shoulder. “Well, I guess she won’t be bothering you anymore. You probably gave her everything she’s been dreaming of.”

“Let’s hope so,” I replied, my tone dry. “I don’t need her coming after me every day.”

As we left the locker room, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I had gotten what I wanted, and she… well, she had gotten what she needed. The day was far from over, and I still had other matters to attend to. But for now, I had secured my place—at least for a little while longer.