Chapter 7

Lila’s pov

I knew exactly what I was doing when I stepped into the company's premises by 11am that morning, my skirt so high my buttcheeks could almost be seen.

Well let me rewind. A week ago while I was doing some errands in the office for my ‘Boss’, I heard some…well pretty gossip about Clara, the financial manager, who also happens to be Alex's childhood friend, and Alex himself once dated her. 

And some days ago before that I had discovered that I was developing insanely real feelings for him. So this news got me pretty bothered, and I went straight to Alex's office only to find Clara's throat deep into my man's cock.

Flashback 

I burst into Alex's office, my hand gripping the file he had just ordered I brought to him while leaving a rude warning me not to think of wearing any undies when I was coming.

My eyes widened when I saw Clara laying flat on his desk, the files that I had arranged neatly for him that morning, now strewn everywhere on his floor. But that wasn't what bothered me. It was Alex.

His knees were on either side of Clara's shoulder, kneeling in front of her while he thrust his cock –that was dripping with her saliva– into her mouth. It was one of the most upsetting and strangely erotic scenes I had ever seen in my whole 26 years. But I didn't act on the last emotion.

I banged the door shut and they jerked away from each other, Clara rushing to button up her blouse whilst trying to get off from the table, and Alexander? He just stood in front of his desk, casually tucking back his still very swollen cock in his trouser, his face void of any expression.

“Lila,” Clara said sweetly but I gave her a hard glare. Her eyes widened for a second, seeing my expression, but soon it changed. She threw me a look almost mirroring mine.

Slowly, she walked up to me, her expensive heels clicking on the floor, before she stopped barely a foot in front of me. “I understand that you're his personal assistant, but that still doesn't give you the right to walk into his office unannounced,” she sneered at me.

“He requested for a file,”I threw back coldly, my hands starting to turn to fist beside me.

“Then knock before entering,” she shot back.

I opened my mouth to shout back an insult but then Alex's voice boomed.

“Enough!” Me and Clara flinched with wide eyes before looking up at him.

“Clara,” he called.

“Yes,” she answered in a soft sweet voice, her legs starting to walk towards him. “Get out.”

She froze at the same time eyes widened.

“Wh–what?” She stammered, and I could just imagine tears starting to well up in her eyes, since her back was to me.

“You heard me right. Get out,” he snapped again, and I shivered at how angry he sounded. Without another moment of hesitation, Clara ran out of the office, and for a short moment– one tiny moment– I almost pitied her.

By the time I heard the door close, Alexander had my throat wrapped in his strong hands. 

“Jealousy is one sexy thing on a woman…but not when she's only good for fucking,” he snarled in my face, his hand tightening harder and harder around my neck. “This should be the first and last time you ever try to interrupt my session with any lady again.”

I stood there frozen, my legs trembling beneath me, which for the first time since we started fucking wasn't due to how aroused I was.

How did we go from fucking in a glass elevator to this?

“Do I make myself fucking clear?” He literally growled in my face.

“Ye–yes,” I stammered. He pushed me away from him like I was a disease he was mad at getting in contact with, and I scrambled out of his office, not waiting to even be told first.

Hot tears burned behind my eyes as I walked to my small personal office, and it was then I swore I wouldn't allow him to treat me like a tramp anymore. Enough of this Feelings bullshit.

If he wanted to play so badly, then I was ready to be his opponent. 

Though I wish I knew beforehand that it would backfire at me.

End of flashback.

I walked into the boardroom fifty minutes late, my heels clicking loud on purpose. I felt Alexander’s eyes flicking to me—sharp, warning. 

I smiled sweetly and took my seat just opposite him, my leg crossing over the other gingerly, and then snacked my red lips together before taking up my pen.

When it was time for his presentation, and everyone proceeded to applaud him, I just sat there and watched him walk to the front of the screen, my hands on top of my thighs, unmoving.

His eyes glinted with something dangerous, but I just gave him that sweet smile again, enjoying his provoked reaction.

Alexander kept on explaining the company's next project plan, and honestly, I was beginning to get bored. A devious plan struck my head and I smirked.

Few minutes before he concluded his slide, I uncrossed my long legs away from each other, and as coincidence would have it, I was sitting just in front of where he stood. I took a deep inhale and traced my fingers down my thighs while I silently prayed no one would notice. No one except my victim.

I didn't have to do a lot before Alexander saw what I was doing since his eyes were already pinned on me, his dark eyes threatening. Slowly his eyes drifted down to where my hands settled. I struck my fingers against the wet material of my panties, feeling my swollen clit poking at the thin fabric. 

I bit my lip from moaning out loud and looked up to see Alexander was no longer talking. His eyes stayed right where my hands were, his pupils dilated with so much lust.