Three
She had been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't heard him him come in. Her breath hitched on suddenly feeling strong arms snake around her from behind, and on realizing that it was him, she let out a breath.
She tilted her head to the side as he trailed kisses down her neck slowly.
"What are you thinking about, Ms. Harris?" He asked her.
Here she was, four years later, working for him as his secretary while the sinful contract still existed between them. It was stated in the contract that she couldn't be the one to terminate their agreement first unless she was willing to pay an insanely large sum of money.
She had worked as his secretary for two years now, and she didn't have a problem still being his whore. At this point, he was the only man in her life and she couldn't even begin to think of what her life would be without him.
She had become attached to him to the point that she didn't mind living like this forever, she didn't mind being at his beck and call always, she didn't mind being his plaything.
After all, being with him had made her evolve into the best version of herself; in a way, he had pushed her limits and had ensured that she became a person worthy of people's respect, but just not his. He had brought her to his office to train as an intern with his secretary, and a year later, she had taken the position of his secretary.
And she was efficient and good at her job. She was proud of the woman she had become, but from time to time, she would think about how emotionally attached she was to him and she'd realize that she was completely at his mercy.
Till now, he continued to see her as nothing but a whore. She knew she had no reason to be bitter, but she couldn't help but ache when he was with other women, she couldn't help how despondent and weak she felt.
"Nothing." She replied quietly.
He pulled her closer to himself so her back was flushed against his firm chest.
"Good," he said as his hand trailed up her wet skin to cup her breast. She moaned quietly as he fondled the ample flesh. "It's too early for that."
She didn't want to get carried away; she didn't want to lose herself in the pleasure his hands were giving her. After all, they still had to go to the office.
"We'll be late," she said quietly.
"Yes, but what of it?" he asked her.
Why had she even tried? She should have known him well enough to know how haughty he was, how arrogant, how uncaring he was of anything other than his desires.
Unable to give a response, she remained quiet.
He turned her around to face him, and she raised her gaze to meet his penetrating grey eyes timidly.
"You look weary," he said as he raised his hand to caress the side of her face with a tenderness that almost mocked her. "Haven't you recovered from last night?"
Last night....
She still recalled how her scalp had seared sweetly from how tightly he had gripped her hair.
Her body shuddered sweetly and she averted her gaze from his, however, his fingers slid underneath her chin and he nudged her head up to face him once more.
"Here's what we're going to do," He said to her, "I'm going to distract you from whatever thoughts you're having, and then you can go back to bed; come to the office once you've rested enough."
She knew what his distraction entailed, and she couldn't stop her body from trembling in anticipation. She nodded once.
And that was all it took for him to reach behind her and turn off the shower. He backed her against the wall abruptly, and the look in his eyes told her he'd be thorough.
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Three hours later, Yalda walked into the office looking flawless as always. Her calm yet assertive demeanor left no room for speculations about why she was late. Of course, there had been talks going around about her relationship with the boss, and she was very well aware of them, but her level of professionalism aided her in maintaining her efficient and sophisticated aura.
She was certain that Alexander had also heard about the 'rumors', and she was just as certain that he didn't care. Perhaps if he did, he wouldn't have her sprawled out on his desk at the slightest opportunity.
"Morning, Ms. Harris," Someone greeted as she walked by.
She merely nodded.
She was in no mood for exchanging even the slightest of pleasantries. In every honesty, she was in no mood to be at the office today; for some reason, she had felt rather despondent after Alexander had left for the office, and she had laid in his bed alone and cried quietly till the weight burdening her chest had lessened.
Nonetheless, she had pulled herself together, showered again, applied her make up to conceal her slightly puffy eyes, and had gotten dressed.
She had taken a moment to inspect herself in the mirror, from her flawless olive skin to her hair which had been styled professionally, and her almond-shaped eyes which she she believed to be her most captivating features, didn't seem dull from all the crying; she had perfectly hidden her emotions in their deepest, darkest depths.
Satisfied with how she looked, she had headed out determinedly.
The elevator opened smoothly and she stepped in, she only let out a heavy breath when the doors closed with the subtle chime that had become almost natural to her; it gave her a sense of routine and predictability. Shielded from the watching eyes, she took a moment to breathe freely.
She wasn't usually like this; she wasn't usually this unsettled, today just happened to start off with memories which usually dampened her spirits. Or perhaps it was her approaching period causing her emotions to whirl unusually.
She was usually like Alexander; nonchalant. Perhaps she was even haughty at times, she believed she had earned the right to be haughty after all the shit she had been through. Her attitude most often made her give off his aura in his absent, it made her seem not just like the favored and competent secretary but like a boss herself.
She dragged in a deep breath just as the elevator came to a soft halt, the door opened and she strided out. The subtle sounds of her heels against the tiled floor had also become a routine, just as setting her belongings down on her desk and heading to his office had.
She didn't bother knocking before opening the door to his office and stepping in to announce her arrival. She should have been used to seeing him sitting at his desk looking captivating with a the first few buttons of his dress shirt undone and his sleeves rolled up, but till, he continued to have the same effect on her; it continued to send that tingling sensation down the pit of her stomach.
His sharp grey eyes snapped to the door at once and her breath hitched till his eyes softened considerably on realizing that it was her.
"You look better," he said as his gaze returned to the screen of his MacBook. "Did you take a nap?"
He thought she looked better? If only he knew it was the makeup making it seem that way.
"I didn't," she replied as she stepped in fully and closed the door behind her.
"Why?"
"There wasn't enough time," she replied.
His gaze returned to hers, and his brow arched ever so slightly.
"I believe I said you could come to the office when you are well rested," he said.
Yes, but shady relationships aside, she took her job seriously.
"There's work to be done," she reminded him quietly.
His gaze raked over her figure quickly before returning to his screen once more.
"Yalda, you have two jobs; you should know your priorities," he said, his words thick with meaning.
Her throat clenched slightly but she nodded.
She wouldn't let herself be bothered by his words, after all, she knew well enough that he had only taken her as his secretary because she was his whore.
It would never matter to him how much she tried to build a career, or how much she wanted to be respected.