Captured by Randy CEO

She watched as Trevor walked out of sight. She wished he could walk out of her lfe in the same way. Then she felt Alan's hand still over hers. "Thanks for your help," she said as he sat on the stool beside her. Then she slowly withdrew her hand. "Who was that?" he inquired. "Just some crazy guy," she said and when he raised his eyebrow to signify that he didn't believe her, she added. "My crazy ex-boyfriend." "Seemed the boy is not over you yet," he said and chuckled. She scoffed. She was also not totally over him. She watched as Alan told the bartender to get the exact drink she had ordered earlier. She also ordered another round. "You drink a little too much than is expected of a woman," Alan commented. "And just how much is a woman supposed to drink?" she asked with a wry smile. He smiled and took a sip. "Gimme more," she said after she drowned the second bottle. The bartender popped a bottle and poured into a glass. Alan reached forward before she could and

She blinked repeatedly, unable to believe her eyes. It was a dream. She had been thinking of him too much, she now saw him in every man. She shut her eyes tightly and opened them slowly, as if expecting the man in front of her to have metamorphosed into someone else. But when she opened her eyes, he was still standing there, hands in pocket, staring at her. "A-Alan?" she whispered. "Good morning, Miss McAlister," he greeted somewhat coldly. Miss McAlister. He called her Miss McAlister. That meant whatever had transpired between them last night meant nothing. All that happened in Red would remain in Red. She was here as his secretary and she had to compose himself. "Good morning, sir," she greeted and moved away from the door where she had been frozen in shock and into his office. "Take a seat."She obeyed meekly and took her seat. "I believe you have been given a briefing on how this works," he said. Christine nodded and then quickly corrected herself. "Yes, sir," she said.

"You'll be my date." The statement rang again in her head as she sat on her chair. The party was sure to draw a little amount of people. But people who were of high class. Leah Ferguson. She was the present CEO of the JF and Co Suites. It boasted one of the best and most beautiful suites and hotels in America, surpassed only by Hamilton and Hilton hotels. Since it was a party for the cream of society, the newspaper houses would surely send people to take pictures of it. And she would be there, arm in arm with Alan and the press would want to know if she was just a personal assistant or something more. She got back to work and tried to keep her mind away from what would happen that evening. When it was nearly time for the meeting, she took her bag and knocked on his door. When he told her to come me in, her body tingled against her will as she remembered the naughty words he had whispered in her ears when he was inside of her. She cleared her throat, straightened the n

Christine gulped. She was wet and not just that. Behind the silk gown, her nipples had hardened.There is no need for that, sir," she objected. "I won't strip myself naked for you."He kissed her neck and trailed down her neck to her shoulders with his tongue. "I love you, Christine," he groaned and leaned in to kiss her again. She shied away and turned her face. When she faced him again, he had a hurt look on his face. "There are people waiting for us downstairs and they'll ask questions if we are gone for too long," she said, trying desperately to reason with him. She didn't want to spend another moment in the restroom with him and she also didn't want to get him offended. "You're right, Christine," Alan said with an understanding that left Christine perplexed. "I promised to keep our relationship professional. My mistake. I'm sorry."Then he walked out, the soles of his brogues clacking on the tiles.When she returned to the main banquet hall where all the guests were, Alan w

"Oh my God. I'm sorry. I'm very sorry."Christine apologized quickly and averted her eyes. She bent down to gather the straying documents and walked quickly out of the office. As she got to her office, she slammed the door shut and Yes, he was without clothes. And a woman was there with him, equally naked, except for the covering of her tiny panties. And his huge cock was buried deep inside her throat, his head thrown backwards in extreme pleasure.She didn't get to see the woman who was doing the blowjob. She shook her head violently to erase the image from her head. Then she got back to work as if she hadn't seen anything happen. First, she had to calm the client who was getting hysterical. She couldn't attend to him until the documents had got Alan's signature. "Yes, sir. The documents would be signed in due time. The President is presently busy on an important...""Busy," she scoffed in her head as she dropped the phone. He was busy filling a lady's mouth with his cock. She kn