The ceo’s secretary

I went to Cynthia’s house after work to brief her about what happened.

“So you trying to tell me that Jason Stokes, the CEO of Stokes Enterprise, was the guy you had a one-night stand with?” Cynthia asked

“Absolutely”

“Wow! Wow! Wow! And now you’re his secretary.”

“I’m confused”

“Likewise I. And he pretended not to know you,” she said.

“Yup. That is what I don’t understand. I’m sure my being hired by that company was his handiwork, because I know I didn’t go to that company for an interview. So why is he pretending not to know me if he likes me enough to give me a position I didn’t even ask for?”

“Maybe he is trying to make you feel comfortable first,” Cynthia said.

“Really”

“Maybe”

“So, what do you think I should do?”

“Play along. If he acts as if he doesn’t know you, you too will act as if you don’t know him, and if he acts otherwise, act otherwise.”

“Okay”

“But what about Peter?” She asked worriedly

“We are no longer a couple.”

“What! How? When? What happened?”

“On Thursday”

“What happened?”

“I told him what I wanted, but he isn’t ready.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m sorry. I still can’t accept it myself. I still love him,” I said sadly.

“I’m sorry,” she said, shifting to me to hug me.

“It didn’t work out.”

“I know I’m sorry.”

Two weeks went by before I knew it, and today was my third Monday at work.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Before going for my lunch break, I went to Jason’s office to drop off some files. He was on the phone, so I just dropped off the files and was about to leave when he signaled to me to wait. His call took longer than expected, and I was already getting pissed because my lunch break was going to be affected if this was a long talk.

Finally, he was through with his call and wasted more of my time by staring at me.

“Miss Tyler, so sorry for taking your time,” he said with an ‘I’m not sorry’ attitude.

“It’s no problem, sir.”

“Would you mind if I start calling you by your first name?”

“Not at all, sir.”

“So, Lexi, have we met before?” He asked and smirked.

“I think I’ve met someone who looks like you,” I answered quietly.

“Do you think there is someone out there that looks like me?” He said this while getting out of his seat and making his way to where I was standing.

“Silly, do you think there is someone out there that looks like me?” He asked again and licked my neck with his tongue.

My pussycat instantly became wet, and I spotted a goose bump.

He licked my neck again and made his way to my ear. “Lexi, do you think there is someone out there that looks like me?” he asked again and squeezed my left breast.

Holy fuck! How was I supposed to keep standing if he kept doing this to me?

“No,” I said, closing my eyes as his tongue entered my earlobe.

“So, if there isn’t, who was him?” He asked and squeezed my other breast.

“Not knowing his name made it more fun.”

“Fuck, those were my words,” he said, pushing me until my back hit his table. “Do you miss me?” He asked while drawing my skirt up, “Do you miss the starter?” He asked, spread my legs open, and robbed my clitoral area through my new red lace pant.

“Damnit, you’re so fucking wet,” he said, increasing the pace at which he robbed my pussycat.

“Do you miss him?” He asked again.

I wanted to say yes, but all I was able to get out was a soft moan.

“I think I know how to deal with irresponsive people,” he said, smirking, sliding my pants to one side, and pushing two fingers inside my pussycat.

I arched my back as my body opened up to relive the feelings of being worshipped, started moaning, and thrust my hip to meet his fingers that were on their way to my pussycat.

“Good girl, I think your pussycat is about to swallow my fingers,” he joked, increasing his space.

In, out, in, out, in, out, and without knowing what was happening, I came and oozed my fluid on his fingers with a prolonged ‘aaaaahhhhhhh’

“Did I give you permission to come?” He joked and licked his fingers, which were filled with my fluid. “Startler also wants to explore that heat,” he said, and he started losing his temper when his phone rang.

I showed my annoyance while he checked on the caller.

“It’s an important call,” he said in a business tone, dismissing me without giving me a second look.

I pulled down my skirt and shyly walked out of his office. I went back to my office and continued my job since there was no more lunch break for me, and I waited for his call, which never came through.

I went home disappointedly and watched a porn video of a girl being fucked on an office table while I fingered myself and was about to hit my G-spot when a message popped up on my phone. I checked it, and it was a picture of a finger sent from an unknown number.

I ignored it and continued with my business when another message popped up.

‘How was it?”

‘Who is this?” I sent it back.

‘Not Knowing me makes it more fun. How was it?’

‘What can I do for you?’

‘Alot. Starting with that, your mouth is going down on Startler’s

‘I’m not that type’

‘Of course you aren’t, but you weren’t complaining when my fingers were inside your pussy’

‘Good night’ I texted and dropped my phone

‘I can still smell you on my fingers, you smells incredible’

At first, I ignored the text, but I later replied to him because that was the best thing I’ve ever been told in my life.

‘That was sweet of you. Good night”

‘I’m really in the mood to chat with you’

‘I have to wake up as early as possible tomorrow morning, so, goodnight’

‘Okay but before you go, let me ask you a question”

‘Okay’

‘Did you know you will soon be working for me before hooking up with me that night?’

I read the message over and over again to be sure that I didn’t misread it and decided not to reply.

‘Who is this man? And what type of game is he trying to play with me?” I kept thinking until I fell asleep.