Nala’s Point of View“I’m leaving now, Nala. Take care on your way home,” Miri bid farewell. She is the last employee on the floor, aside from me. She is working overtime today because she was overwhelmed with paperwork earlier.I nodded and forced a smile. “Take care.”“Of course. You’re going to introduce me to Lawrence, remember? See you tomorrow!” She waved before finally leaving.I glanced at my old keypad cellphone to check the time. Then, I shifted my gaze towards Hugo’s office door, which remained closed.It's already midnight, and I haven’t gone home yet because Hugo hasn’t gone home either. I want to ask permission to leave first, but I can’t because it’s against the office rules for me to leave before the boss unless he specifically tells me to.I took a deep breath and sipped coffee from a disposable cup. I focused my eyes on the desktop again and continued working on what I was supposed to work on tomorrow.In the middle of typing on my keyboard, my cellphone suddenly ran
Nala’s Point of View“Make sure to understand every single detail in that seminar, Nala. This will help you in your future work as my secretary, do you understand?”I took a deep breath as what Hugo told me yesterday entered my mind again.In my two weeks of working at Fabellon Enterprise, all he ever assigned me were papers. My eyes must be immune to the desktop monitor by now because of the sheer number of tasks he gave me. He hasn’t given me his schedule again, but apparently there are meetings happening in the conference room that I’m not aware of.Yesterday, when I handed him the documents from the HR department, he told me that I needed to attend a three-day seminar at a five-star hotel in Batangas. It’s really far from Manila and will take a long time, but according to Hugo, the company will cover all expenses, including our accommodations. There will be five of us attending the seminar, including me, who have limited knowledge of business administration but work for big compa
Nala’s Point of ViewI slowly opened my eyes as I heard a shattering sound that awakened my sleeping soul. It was followed by a crisp but faint curse coming from a familiar voice.I jolted up from the soft, white bed, realizing that I had fallen asleep while waiting for Hugo to return from the chaotic five-star hotel. As we reached the rooftop of the hotel a while ago, we immediately boarded a chopper and were dropped off at the helipad of a yacht. I had no idea where we were going. All I knew was that we were now out at sea.Since the lights were off, I couldn’t clearly make out Hugo, but based on the figure I could see, he was sitting on the sofa, not far from the bed where I was.“Hugo?” I called out to him, causing him to look in my direction. His eyes, with their unusual glow-in-the-dark color, seemed to come alive again as our gazes met in the darkness.I stood up and was about to walk towards him when he said, “Stay put. Don’t come near me.” He gave me an order, but I didn’t l
Nala’s Point of ViewI let my natural brown hair fly in the wind as I held onto the glass railing of the yacht here on the front deck. All I could see was the blue color of the sea. There was no sight of any island we could dock at.It was only seven o’clock, but my mind was already wide awake. I don’t even know if I managed to sleep soundly last night after finding out everything. I just woke up, and Hugo was no longer in the cabin where we talked, and his belongings were also gone. I don’t know where he slept, but I’m sure he wouldn’t leave me here alone, especially with his injury.He probably slept in the other cabin.I took a deep breath as thoughts of my conversation with Hugo last night came rushing back. I had asked him so many questions, but he refused to answer any of them, so I gained nothing from it.My gaze shifted to the floral maxi dress I was wearing, its skirt swaying with the wind. I didn’t have any other clothes with me since I left all my decent outfits at the hote
Nala’s Point of ViewMy heart is beating so fast, as if it could jump out of my chest at any moment. I can also feel tears welling up in my eyes as I stare at the loading screen of Hugo’s laptop.“Tsk. It’s still nothing. Why are you already crying?” Hugo rudely asks, sitting next to me on the sofa.I sniffle and give him a glare, but I don’t say anything to contradict him or anything. We both face his laptop, waiting for something to happen, while the screen keeps spinning in circles.”“Is the internet connection weak here? You’re so darn rich, but your wifi is trash,” I commented, wiping away my tears with the tissue that was almost empty in the tissue box.He glared at me. "It's your fault for crying.”“Since when did crying become a fault?! And are my tears connected to the internet or something? Can’t I just be happy to see my sister again?”“Yeah, I get your point, but you’ve been crying for almost ten minutes, for Pete’s sake!”“It’s not my fault! If you’re going to buy wifi, d
Hugo's Point of ViewMy jaw clenched, and I gasped for air. I breathe heavily as I continue to jack my shaft off, faster and harder. I’m going to cum.“Fuck!” I groaned. I closed my eyes tightly as I felt my white, sticky semen spill on my hand.I muttered curses and washed my hand. It’s been a while since I last did this. That’s why it is so fucking hot. Honestly, I can easily ask Nala to do this job for me because it was part of the contract. I can easily tell her to fuck with me, but damn—I can’t!I cannot do that because I don't want to disrespect her. Yes, I admit, I was an asshole for offering that job to her in exchange for her sister's medical condition, but I cannot stand by that decision.I desire her. Yes. I’m not a saint for not feeling that way towards Nala. She’s a hot and beautiful goddess. I can see myself fucking her in my bed with the same eagerness.I took a deep breath and leaned my back against the rim of the bathtub. The cold water continues to fall from the fauc
Nala’s Point of ViewStupid! Stupid! Stupid!I don’t know how many times I’ve cursed myself for the foolishness I displayed earlier. I don’t know where I found the courage to say all of those things to him. I know I offended Hugo with the words I said, so I can’t help but scold myself for what came out of my mouth.“You okay?” I was slightly jolted from leaning on the glass railings here at the pool deck when someone suddenly spoke behind me.When I turned around, Dominic was standing not far from where I was. He had a double rock glass with alcohol in it.“Sir Dominic,” I straightened up and faced him.“Cut the sir, Nala. You can call me Dominic or Domi. Anything that makes you comfortable.”I smiled. “Alright, Domi it is, so I don’t waste my saliva,” I said and chuckled lightly. He laughed at that too.“It’s up to you. I don’t mind.” He took a sip of alcohol from the glass he was holding.“So what are you doing here? Are you also here to have some fresh air?” “Yep.”I nodded and le
Nala’s Point of ViewI rested my chin on both of my hands while my elbows were propped up on top of the marble center table. I’ve been bored here for quite some time now. I had nothing to do and no one to talk to because Hugo was busy working.“Yes. Please send me the document through my email. I want to see it myself,” Hugo said to the person on his laptop. “Nah. You don’t have to do that. I’m not in the Philippines right now. I’m in Toronto.”My eyes widened at what I heard. Toronto?! He somehow traveled too far away from where we were, which was just in Phnom Penh!He’s currently in an online conference meeting. He’s at the dining table while I’m in the living room, but I can still see him from where I’m sitting.I’ve been trying not to burst out laughing here because he’s only wearing a white button-down long-sleeve shirt paired with a navy blue suit and a patterned tie. But what’s really funny is that instead of wearing slacks, all he’s wearing as bottoms are black boxer shorts a