The first thing i notice when I walk inside the office is the view. Floor to ceiling window stretches behind the CEO and it shows a view of the city below and stretched across. Beautiful. Next thing I notice is the man himself. The CEO. Blond hair,soft features,and an easy going smile on his face. It calms me immediately. “Miss Hart. Have a seat.”I walk towards him and take a seat opposite him across the desk. He watches me for a few seconds,then sits up “You came with strong recommendations miss Hart,so i’m not going to interview you. You already have the job,seeing as i’m in need of a personal assistant urgently. I hope you don’t disappoint me.”“Of course not sir. I’ll be the best you could ever have.”He smiles “Great! Your office is through that door. I like my coffee black,two cubes of sugar. There's a pile of documents on your table,I want you to arrange them accordingly,in years. It was messed up by the PA. If you have any questions,feel free to ask. Everything you’ll ne
I wake up in the morning tangled in sheets with a loud repetitive sound ringing and pulling me out of my slumber.I wake up,mildly confused as to where I am before the events of last night rush through my head,making me blush ans smile. I jump out of bed,feeling the soreness between my legs and the slight wobble in my legs.I grab the phone from the nightstand and tap on “stop” which makes the sound stop ringing. Checking the time makes me remember that I begin work today.With a gasp,I rush out of Liam's room and dash into the bathroom,taking a quick shower and brushing my teeth. Then I proceed to my room and wear my outfit for the first day.A white shirt,a pencil skirt,and black pumps. I put my hair in a tight pony tail and grab my bad which contains all my essentials.In the kitchen,Liam is already dressed and ready to start officially as Liam. Wearing a white shirt with a checkered flannel shirt thrown over it and rugged jeans and brown boots. He looks just a mechanic. “Good mor
Liam carries me with my legs wrapped around him,to the kitchen,giving me soul numbing kisses all the way. He places me on the counter and stands between my legs then proceeds to rub the head of his cock against my pussy lips,teasing me and not pushing it where I want it. “Liam,please” I beg,putting aside pride. I’m not Anya anymore and Evelyn wants her brother's cock. “What do you want baby? Huh? Tell me what you want.” I squirm and grind against him,trying to get the dick inside,but his hold on my waist stops me. “Answer me. Tell me what you want.” “I want your big cock in me. I want you to fuck me. Please.” I sob,writhing and gasping for him. He positions himself at my entrance,looks me in the eye and drives home with one long thrust. We both groan at the feeling of him fitting snugly in me,my tight walls clenching and soaked for him. He drags me to the edge of the counter,still balls deep in me,and I wrap my legs around his waist,pushing him deep to the hilt. He grunts th
He pounces first,latching his hand around my neck and pulling me in to feast on my lips. The kiss isn’t soft or slow. It’s hard and punishing,nips and bites. I give back what I get,biting his lower lip.and pulling and receiving a tortured grunt in return. He pulls me closer and I end up straddling his thighs and grinding feverishly against his hard length. He grips my waist whiles trailing his mouth down my neck. “If you keep this up,i’ll be coming in my pants like a teenager.” He growls against my neck and halts my waist movements. I whimper in reply,baring my neck for him. I push my hands into his hair and pull his head back,pulling a grunt from him and his eyes focus on me. “I want to taste you.” I say,biting my lips nervously His eyes follow the movement and his pupils dilate, followed by a curse. He lifts me in one swift movement to position me in a kneeling position between his legs and palms himself through his sweatpants,hooded eyes still focused on me. My mouth wate
The apartment is on the third floor of the tall building and has two bedrooms as Lillian mentioned before we left. It is not luxurious but it is nice and spacious enough for the two of us. Also,it wouldn't raise any brows concerning our new identities and our backstory. I enter my room to check for clothes that have been picked out for me. Because this new person of.mine is really not my style. Sure enough,there's pencil skirts and shirts of various colours and shades. And for casual wear,i’m a little happy to see baggy shirts and joggers and some baggy jeans too. At least i’ll be comfortable when i’m not at work. I inspect the rest of the room and notice that there is a picture of me and Liam with our “parents” standing behind us and Christmas celebrations all around. It’s obviously me and Liam. Only,we look younger than we are now. Way younger. This picture was before the car crash that killed them. I take a quick shower and got to the living room dressed in the comfy clothes I
The motors whirred underneath us like some abed beast, constant and deep. I leaned back in the leather seat, at last heart coming to a near enough repose—but I was no fool. Liam was warming up. He flipped the page in his folder like reading from a holy scroll of business war. "Okay," he said, "phone calls." My gut tightened again. "Phone calls?" “You’ll be answering them, screening them, returning them, redirecting them. Ninety percent of your job is managing people—clients, board members, PR, press, family members, even jealous exes. You’ll be the voice they hear when your boss is too important to speak. So your tone has to say: Yes, I’m calm. Yes, I’m in control. No, you’re not getting past me.” "All that pressure for simply saying hello," I grumbled. He smiled. "There is no 'just' anything in this business. 'Just' a calendar change? Could cancel a million-dollar meeting. 'Just' a delay? Could be a PR nightmare. Your job is to act every second like it matters—because it does.