Masuk“Hey Siri, answer the call and put it on loud speaker,”
Siri: Answering the call.
“Hey, Mom,”
“Hey, baby,” My mom said, her voice, low and apologetic over the phone. “I’m so, so sorry, your Dad and I won’t make it for you first day of internship.”
I rinsed the soap over my face, water washing off the lather on my body down the drain. “It’s okay, Mom. I have Sloan,” I said.
“I know baby, you’re taking a big step and we aren’t there to support you,” she admitted, her voice laced with regret. “If I were there, I would drive you to work myself.
“Mom, it really is alright,” I added. “You do enough for me, and I understand how consuming work is for you and dad.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes, Mom, seriously, it’s okay.”
“Your Dad and I won’t be back until next month,” she added.
“Okay,” I said shortly, wiping my face on a towel.
“I’m so proud of you, Ava. You grew up so quickly,” she giggled. “When’d you get this mature?”
“Learned from the best,” I said, giggling, my tone more relaxed now.
“Sloan’s on his way to pick you up, he’ll make sure you settle in, comfortably, okay?”
“Okay,” I said, a faint blush creeping into my cheeks before I could stop it.
Sloan.....Mr. Sloan......
“You be good for him, Okay?”
“Always do, Mom.”
“Good, text me when you get there, Love you.”
“Love you mom, Bye.”
I exhaled, standing in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection, my stomach twisting with nerves and anticipation.
I have been looking forward to this day for weeks, where I could finally be close to him, to Sloan, all day! Without leaving his side for a whole nine hours.
I hated that he always ignored every single flirty signal I gave him since 19 but now that my parents travelled and I get to be his right-hand intern because of his relationship with my Dad, It’s about to get so much better.
I got ready, did a little extra of everything, put on the fit I had been preparing since last week, added extra lip-gloss, extra mascaras, extra everything.
I stared at my phone, a naughty smile crawling on my face.
“Hey there, handsome,” I texted him, at 7: 16am
“It’s Sloan, Ava,” he corrected quickly.
“You’re no fun, Mr. Sloan.”
“Better,” he said, my stomach twisted with annoyance. I hated that he still played tough after so long.
“Need a ride to the office, pleaseee Boss.”
“I know, be ready. I’ll pick you up by 8.”
He pulled up in a Black Mercedes–AMG GT Coupe at 7:46am and the moment he stepped out of the car, I swear, I felt my lungs fail. He was so terrifically handsome, I couldn’t...I couldn’t breathe.
He wore a black tailored trouser paired with a black polo, clearly expensive. He had a silver ring on his left index finger, paired with a silver watch. His hair was sleek all.
He was heading towards the door to come in, so I ran back to the couch, as if I didn’t almost lose my ability to breath because of him, minutes ago.
He opened the door and as usual, he kept a straight face, always hiding any hint of amusement.
“You know, it’s almost unfair to look that handsome.” I said, my tone clearly flirty.
“Morning to you too, Ava,” he said, his voice tight. “You ready?”
“Yes....” I dragged. “Mr. Sloan.”
He opened the door for me and I couldn’t help the blush that burned into my cheeks.
“Thanks.” I slipped into the passengers sit and sat down recklessly on purpose, hips cocked, skirt riding high and his gaze traced my body—slow and deliberate before he looked away like he’d been burned.
The car smelled like his cologne and leather. The board looked a contrast of beige leather and shiny wood. I loved it.
He gripped the car wheel, knuckles turning white, “Put on your seatbelt.”
I hooked the seatbelt and it clicked in affirmation then crossed my legs, letting the skirt ride a little higher.
“Don’t tempt me Ava,” he said, his voice low.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I said, my voice clear of amusement. I leaned over to adjust the air vent to give him a good view of my blouse, my nipples were already so hard for him.
“It’s so hot in here,” I said, feigning ignorance like I had no idea what I was on about.
“Ava,” his voice sounded like a warning. “Behave.”
“Always do....boss,” I dragged again, my voice, velvety and seductive.
The ride to the office was absolute torture for me, I didn’t know about him because he always looked way too composed. Each speed bump made my skirt ride even higher and I caught him trying to not look at my bare skin. My phone fell once and I kept twisting to find it and by then my skirt had ridden up way too much almost revealing glimpses of my laced panties.
I didn’t bother to bring it down, I wanted to let him see, the intent was to tease him just as much as he tortured me without even knowing it.
“Ava, if you’re trying to seduce me, then it’s absolutely working,”
“Is it?” I asked, my voice low and intent. “Give in then.”
“I can’t do that,” he said, his voice clipped.
A knot twisted in twisted in my stomach again, “As usual.” I said, almost annoyed.
He didn’t answer, but the way his knuckled turned white was enough answer for me.
We pulled into the company’s parking lot. A good number of cars were parked which means a good number of his staffs were already at work.
It was an Architectural company, the building looked surreal, like something you’d never imagine could be possible unless brought to life.
“If you want to learn to design structures like that, you’re gonna have to focus.”
“I will.”
“Good girl.” He murmured and Immediately my stomach flipped, my cheeks burned and the need to impress him grew even stronger.
Good girl? Me?
My internship cubicle was at the right corner, in the front of Mr. Sloan’s office. Luckily I get to work on the same floor as him.
I had a plan all along.
I intentionally delayed a file he asked for since 1pm waited to 6pm till all the staffs were almost gone to give it to him.
“I asked for those since noon,” He said as I clicked the door shut and locked it.
“What are you doing?”
“Just ensuring your privacy, Mr. Sloan.” I said, my voice more slutty than intended.
“Ava,” he said his voice low and edge like he was trying to fight something I was exactly sure of.
“Sloan.” I whispered as I rounded the desk slow and deliberate till I was standing in front him, balanced in his chair in a man spread position.
“This isn’t going to work,” he said, breathing out, heavily.
“Oh common, I’m tired of you fighting like you don’t want this as much as I do."
“I do want you.” He admitted as he stood up, towering over me.
“Then stop fighting it.” I practically begged, placing a hand on his chest. “Give in to me.”
“Ava, your stepdad...”
“Is overseas, working and they both won’t be back in three weeks,” I slipped a hand down, reaching for his belt, fingers grazing slightly against his bulge.
“This is a bad idea, Ava.” He said, his voice low and dark. “You’re my intern,” he caught my wrist but didn’t pull me away.
“I’m also needy and so fucking wet for you, I can barely walk without moaning,” I whispered, my lips barely grazing his.
I dropped to my knees, and attempted to unzip him.
“No,” he said and pulled me up.
“Please?” I pouted, lips twisting.
“No,”
“I don’t know much longer I have to keep fighting, begging, tempting...” I paused my gaze dropping to my hands in defeat. “It’s hard enough already that I need you this much, please don’t push me away, Sloan, please,” I looked up at him now only to see what looked like a mischievous smirk dancing along his face.
“If it’s because of my dad...” I didn’t even get to finish the statement when he reached for my waist, pulled me and kissed me stupid. His lips moved wet, hot and sloppy against mine like they were made for each other. My mind went blank, the world around us went silent and the noise blended into nothingness. All I knew was that I didn’t ever want his lips leaving mine, like I wasn’t already breathless.
After my body recovered from the shock of the whole situation, my arms instinctively found his shoulder. He cupped my face with his hands tilting it to deepen the kiss, my mouth parted without my brain telling it to. It was all tongue and heat and gasps. His tongue rolled effortlessly against mine. He bit my lower lip on purpose and the gesture drew a needy moan from me right into his mouth.
Without giving me the time to process what had just happened, he lifted me and place me gently on his table without breaking the kiss. His mouth moved from my mouth to my collarbone as he fumbled with my button, clearly frustrated.
“Arghhh, why so many buttons,” he groaned, frustrated.
“Because it’s a blouse,” I said, giggling, my voice laced with amusement.
The irony.
Few moments ago, I was the one begging for him but now he’s the frustrated one.
Finally, he undid the last one and dived into the full of my breasts while I took off the blouse from my arms behind me. His fingers found the clasp of my bra and he unhooked in one motion.
His mouth closed on one of my nipples while his other hands found the rubbed on the other one.
“Fuck, Sloan...yes,” I moaned out. His mouth felt too good, the way his tongue swirled, the way he grazed them with his teeth, sending waves of pleasure in-between my legs.
He let it out of his mouth with one soft pop. “This what you want Ava?”
“Yes, this is—” I breathed out, trying to steady my voice and... “Fuck!” I moaned out again, my voice sweet. He closed his mouth on my other nipple again without giving me time to answer.
“Mmm,” he moaned in response, he sensation sharp against my sensitive skin and I felt it everywhere, at once.
His grip iron, his hips never slowing. I was trapped beneath him, stretched around him, and I loved it-loved the helplessness, loved the violence of it, loved that it was him reducing me to this gasping, writhing thing.“Look at me,” he commanded. “Look at me while I fuck you, Thessaly. Look at me and know you lost.”I forced my eyes open, glaring up at him even as my body betrayed me, my hips rising to meet his thrusts, my inner muscles fluttering around his cock. “You-fuck-you haven’t made me cum yet. That’s not winning.”His smile was feral. “Yet.”He shifted his angle, grinding his pelvis against my clit with every thrust, and I cried out, my head falling back despite myself, my wrists straining against his grip. “You-god-you asshole-““Say it,” he panted, his own control fraying, sweat beading on his forehead, his chest heaving. “Say you’re going to cum on my cock. Say it like you hate me.”“I hate you,” I sobbed, the pressure building, coiling, ready to snap. “I hate you I hate
Caelan pinned my wrists above my head with one hand, his body heavy between my thighs, and I arched up against him, hating how good it felt, hating that I wanted more.“Say it again,” he demanded, his free hand dragging my sweater up, exposing my stomach, my ribs, the black lace of my bra.“Fuck you.”He dipped his head, mouth hot against my collarbone, teeth grazing the tendon in my neck. “You first.”I struggled against his grip, not to get free but to feel the restraint, the delicious helplessness of being held down by someone who knew exactly how much I wanted to fight. He laughed against my skin, the sound dark and pleased, and then his mouth was on my breast through the lace, sucking hard, and I cried out, my hips bucking upward.“Sensitive,” he murmured, moving to the other side, leaving the first wet and aching. “Good to know.”“Don’t act like you’ve thought about this,” I panted, even though we both knew he had. We both had. Every argument, every cutting remark, every time ou
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