Charity gala

Emily’s POV

“Oh my goodness, Emily. You look stunning,” Sarah squealed, as she walked up to me and gave me a hug. “I can't believe you chose this dress last minute because it fits you like a glove.”

My outfit was a black bodycon dress with a back slit, paired with a black purse and a pair of gold kitten heels.

I didn't want to seem too plain and unprepared as I'd forgotten all about the charity gala until Sarah called me that afternoon, so I had accessorized with a pair of dangly gold earrings, and a set of gold chunky bangles that really tied the look together.

“You are too kind,” I said, as we disengaged from the hug. “You also look gorgeous, girl.”

In an off shoulder backless teal dress, Sarah looked really great.

“Thanks, babe. Miles bought it for me,” She beamed, eyes gleaming with adoration and love for her husband, who she'd been married to for three years now.

“Aw, that's so cute,” I replied, my lips curving upward into a smile when I saw Kushi and Nathan walking toward us, with identical grins plastered to their lips.

“How many months more until one of them confesses to the other?” Sarah asked, and I looked at her in surprise.

“Wait, they like each other?” I asked, to which Sarah huffed.

“Girl, it's so obvious. Literally everyone in our department knows that they like each other, and I think Pamela does too,” She divulged, just before they could get to us.

“Hi, babe. You look beautiful,” I told Kushi as we hugged.

“Thanks, sweetie. You look splendid too,” She replied. “By the way, you have been hiding your lovely figure under those baggy work clothes of yours.”

In response, I just smiled before embracing John and exchanging pleasantries with him.

Thereafter, we moved further inside to the tables that were reserved for our department.

“Your boss is here,” Nathan said, and I scanned the area before my eyes fell on Pamela, who was already sitting down at one of the tables.

So she could make the time for a charity gala, but couldn't come to work.

“I hope she doesn't see us,” Kushi said. “Let's go and sit somewhere else.”

“Ems!” Pamela yelled like a tout, just before we could move away, causing me to flap my eyes shut in dread tinged with resignation.

Fuck.

I hated that nickname so much now, especially because that was what Abigail used to call me.

Begrudgingly opening my eyes, I said. “Go without me, you guys can still save yourself,”

“I see you three too, Sarah, Kushi, and Nathan. Come sit with me!” Pamela hollered like a psychopath, which made me scoff.

“We can do this, guys. It's just gonna be two horrifying hours,” Kushi said, to which I smiled before we turned back and went to her table.

After exchanging pleasantries with Pamela, we took our seats on the empty seats adjoining her.

“You guys didn't even bother calling or even texting to check up on me,” Pamela began. “Is that right at all?”

Here we go.

Pamela loved to make us look like the bad guys, as though she cared about anyone other than herself.

“We didn't want to disturb you because we thought you were on one of your soul searching retreats,” I fibbed, to which she nodded.

“That's acceptable and you are all forgiven,” She replied, and I scoffed. “My parents are getting a divorce, so I have been in Arizona all month to support my mother. My dad is the worst scumbag of all.”

Sometimes, I couldn't help but wonder how Pamela had gotten such a reputable job as head of the accounting department, because she was the most unprofessional person I knew.

I had never seen her actually do her job.

The only thing she knew how to do was delegating every single one of her work, to her subordinates, while she watched N*****x in her office, on the days she decided to show up at work.

Hell, I couldn't even wrap my head around how she still had a job.

But I knew one day, she'd get discovered and would most definitely lose her job.

Drowning her voice out, I looked around the room in search of a certain tall and handsome man, who I couldn't stop thinking about.

My heart scudded with arousal tinged with panic when I finally saw him on the executive's table, only to realize that he was also looking at me, albeit with a smug smirk.

Something about the way the sexy curve of his lips made my pussy ache with wild desire.

As much as I tried to look away, I just couldn't as I was utterly awestricken by Donovan.

Suddenly, my entire body started heating up in the air-conditioned room, causing me to swallow harshly as I finally forced myself to look away from him.

I really needed to go outside and get some fresh air.

Getting up from my seat, I said, “Excuse me, guys. I need to make a quick phone call.”

“Alright then.” Pamela replied, to which I nodded before walking out of the hall to the balcony, where to my utter surprise, I met Donovan.

“How are you here?” I couldn't help but ask, and he chuckled.

“Through the power of magic,” He replied then frowned. “Are you stalking me, Emily?”

“What are you talking about? I didn't even see you exit the hall, so how would I be stalking you?” I rambled out in my defence.

“Look at you getting all defensive,” He chuckled. “Relax, I was only messing with you.”

“Riling people is not nice, sir,” I retorted, to which he scoffed.

“Cut that formal shit out, Emily, so I rile you up, huh?” He asked, moving closer to me, and although a voice in my head willed me to turn around and leave when I could, I ignored it.

“After that day at the office, I've been having really lustful thoughts and I even touched myself while thinking of you yesterday,” I divulged, like a deranged nymphomaniac. “I-I don't know what you have done to me, Donovan.”

I had to admit that I loved how easily his name rolled off my tongue.

Cupping my face with one hand, Donovan chuckled—a low, rumbly sound that made my legs quake with intense hunger.

Gosh, I needed him inside me so bad.

“How did you touch yourself, buttercup?”

Donovan asked, and I swallowed harshly as his eyes caressed me wantonly.

“I-I was in the shower then I got horny while thinking of you and started fingering myself until I came,” I said. “I think I have become a nymphomaniac because of you, Donovan.”

“Do you know what that is?” He chuckled, to which I nodded eagerly.

“You are cute. Well, if you must know, buttercup,” He began, stroking my cheek. “I wasn't entirely pulling your legs that day. I want to fuck you, Emily. Ever since I got those pictures, I haven't stopped picturing you taking my cock in various positions.”

“Really?” I croaked, arousal evident in my voice as I splayed my hands on his chest.

“Yes, buttercup,” He replied, squeezing my ass which made me moan softly. “So what do you say?”

“I say you do whatever you want with me, Donovan but not here,” I said, to which he smirked.

“Good girl. I will take you wherever you want,” He said. “And by the time I'm done with you, you will be begging for more.”

With that, he cupped by face and claimed my lips in a wet, hot kiss.