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“And when I asked him why he didn’t inform me beforehand, he said and I quote “I don’t have to tell you anything, I pay you, so you do whatever it is I ask of you without question,” Can you believe his nerve?” I didn’t get a reply so I looked up to see my best friend with her eyes focused on the laptop in front of her. “You’re not even listening,” I said exasperatedly to Stella. “You’ve been going on and on about him for the past couple of hours, are you sure you don’t like him?” My jaw dropped. “What! Of course not, he’s just really annoying.” She just nodded “uhn uhn.” “What are you concentrating so hard on?” I asked her. She turned the laptop toward me and it’s a picture of the devil himself with a beautiful woman I don’t recognise, he had his hand around her waist as they smiled big for the camera. The caption read business mogul and billionaire investor Knox Carter with his wife the veteran model Vivian Carter. Wtf!! He’s married? I didn’t know he was married, I’ve

“I’m telling you the way it is. You are sitting there in that sexy as sin skirt knowing you are gonna give in eventually and warm my bed. This isn’t about coffeee, Rose, it’s about you being weak. So don’t try to bullshit me because I know what you are trying to do and I’m calling you out on it.” “I am not going to warm your bed!” I fired back. “Oh yeah you are,” Knox returned. “You don’t even know my name,” I retorted. “Nope, and I didn’t before I did you hard, and you did me harder. It didn’t bother you then.” “I thought you knew my name!” My voice was rising. He bent at the waist, put a palm on my desk and said quietly, “if that’s what it takes for you, darling, then tell me, my office is sound proof and I guarantee you’ll enjoy an extended break.” “Go to hell, Knox,” I hissed. “Or we can just lock the doors, close the blind and I’ll do you on y

It's just coffee, Knox” “Don’t do it again, Rose.” I glared at him, wondering where the nickname came from. Then I asked, “are you this big of a jerk to everyone or do I get special treatment?” He crossed his arms over his chest and said. “Listen, you know very well that I don’t want you working here. So me being an asshole to you shouldn’t come as a surprise because I haven't changed my mind. I still don’t want you working here.” I stared up at him. Then I thought about how I still don't know anything about my job. I knew if I messed it up, it will probably piss him off and give him enough reason to fire me. Then I thought of the fact that I'd slept with him, I thought it was something special, something beautiful and it was most definitely not. Then I thought of the fact that he didn't want me there and he didn't hide it so why was I so eager to be there? I didn't like him, not at all. He was a jerk, a very big one at that. The fact tha

When he spoke, it was surprisingly soft. “You think, right now, I put my hands and mouth on you in about a minute you wouldn't be panting on your back with your legs wide open on this desk right here?” At his words, I forgot how scary he was and hissed, “You are unbelievable with your one-track mind. “You know I'm right,” he fired back. “Touch me, you'll be trending on all social media platforms in minutes,” I retorted acidly. “You are so full of shit,” he returned. “Try me,” I invited hostilely though I was hoping he wouldn't. And I'd decided that I'd rather be touched by any man currently residing in the slums than have Knox touch me again. “Mr Carter,” we both heard and our heads turned to see Yvonne walk through the opened door looking up at us with wide eyes. “Yes, Yvonne.” He replied, his voice completely cool and calm. Very different from when he was talking to me. I guess he reserves his asshole side specially for me.

“What?” I whispered “Not good,” he practically growled. “What the fuck were you thinking?” “About what?” He strolled over to me and leaned in and I realised he was getting angrier by the minute and I have to admit it was a little scary. “I didn’t know you worked for me, but there’s no way you didn’t know I was Knox Carter. I know your name,” I admitted. “But I don’t recognize you.” “I do not work with women I’ve slept with,” he said and that was when I realised he was utterly serious. “But,” I started when I could speak again, “it wasn’t intentional, I didn’t recognize you.” “There’s no way,” he returned. “I swear, I didn’t.” He leaned even closer to me and growled, “I don’t believe you.” “Okay,” I whispered because he was now definitely scaring me. “I do not fuck anyone who’s got my signature on their paycheck, “ he stated clearly and I was thinking of what to say and how to say it so I don’

“Hey, you awake?” he called, his warm hand trailing down my back, taking the sheet with it, making my skin tingle and stopping just above my bottom. I smiled. Finally, I had sex with someone and I didn’t feel like shit after. I finished with another person, and it was incredible, I was satisfied. He was the one. This hot man in bed with me is the one I’ve been looking for. I never would have guessed it would be a man like him. I knew it the moment he touched me and whispered in my ear. The sea of people laughing, drinking, dancing, or shouting all faded away and it felt like we were the only ones there. It wasn’t my scene, but I promised myself to go out and look for a stranger who could make me feel good and desired. I wanted to experience the lovemaking they write in books even if it was once. I almost backed out, but my best friend: Stella wouldn’t hear any of it saying I made the decision and I had to embrace it. So I did. I had been dancing