Once Upon A Sinful Night

"Ah… look at you, Cassandra," he said. "Just like a cat in heat." He tossed his tie to the floor, removed his tuxedo jacket next, and kicked off his shoes. I quickly pulled my fingers away from between my legs, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. When I tried to close my thighs, he approached and climbed onto the bed between them. He grabbed the hand I had been using. "How does it make you feel?" My lips trembled. "W-what—" "Knowing that no matter how hard you try to touch yourself, you’re still starving for the real thing? My breath caught when he pushed my fingers into his mouth, licking the juices that coated them. I stared at his lips while releasing a shaky breath, feeling his warm tongue glide along my fingers. He hummed, closing his eyes as if he just tasted a luxurious delicacy. My body felt unbearably sensitive, my underwear already soaked. "I've changed my mind," he said once he released my fingers with a pop With one hand, he removed his belt from his pa

He removed the top part of his uniform. When his shirt came off completely, his bare upper body was revealed. I didn’t expect him to have such a nice body.His skin looked smooth, and his abs were clearly defined. I even caught myself counting them. Six. I felt oddly disappointed when he finally put on the oversized shirt I gave him. Suddenly, all the blood rushed to my face, making it feel hot. I lowered my head, hiding behind my hair. What am I doing? Am I blushing? “Uh… what do you think of my makeup?” I asked, lifting my head and trying to change the subject. “I did it myself for the first time. Does it look okay?” He dropped his uniform clothes on the bed while staring at my face. “It looks nice.” “Really?” I smiled widely. “What about my lips? Does pink lipstick suit me?” His gaze dropped to my lips. His Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed. He quickly looked away and nodded, I wondered why he suddenly looked nervous. “Do they look nice?” I asked teasingly

Ma'am Cassandra? Why was he speaking as if he's lower than me when he's supposed to be my boss? Is it because I'm my father'a daughter? I decided to ignore it. I shook my head slightly, trying to push the thought away. I lowered my head and untied my hair, shaking it loose so it fell over my shoulders. When I raised my gaze, I noticed that his attention was fixed on my hair. His eyes slowly moved to mine and stayed there for a moment before drifting down to my lips. “So… does the red lipstick work on me?” I asked with a playful smile, lightly tapping my lips as if inviting his opinion. I frowned in confusion when he suddenly glared at me. He shook his head, turned his back, and stepped out onto the balcony. I followed him while pouting. He sat down on the lounging chair where I had been sitting earlier and took out his phone. I followed him outside with my arms crossed and my lips still pouting. I sat across from him, wondering if I had done or said something that offended h

“Sir Adrien, good morning!” the woman behind the desk greeted politely, her voice bright with professionalism. The man beside her quickly echoed the greeting as well. Adrien only gave them a brief nod before turning to me. With a small gesture of his hand, he motioned for me to come closer. “Ma’am Cassandra!” the man suddenly called my name, his voice filled with surprise. I looked at him carefully, and my eyes widened in realization. “Wait… Aljur, right?” I asked, excitement slipping into my voice. The smile on his face instantly disappeared. He pouted dramatically, looking almost wounded. “Aljun, Ma’am Cassandra,” he corrected with an exaggerated hand on his heart. “You forgot me already? That hurts.” I covered my mouth and gasped. “Aljun! Oh my gosh, you’re right—I remember you now. You’re still working as a receptionist here?” “Of course I am,” he said proudly, puffing his chest slightly. “The salary here is good, why would I leave? Besides…” His eyes scanned me

I pursed my lips as I watched Adrien sit on the couch, his arms resting on the backrest and his eyes closed. He looked tired and stressed, clearly annoyed because of me. I took my bag off my shoulder and placed it on the couch beside him. Then I stood behind him, hesitating if I should bother him or just leave him alone. I tried tapping him, but he didn’t react. My attention shifted to the groceries we bought earlier that he left near the door. I decided to bring them to the kitchen instead. Only then did I remember that I needed ingredients if I wanted to cook. We had spent almost an hour buying them from a grocery store outside the resort and walked there and back. Adrien even asked some staff to bring unused cooking tools and equipment from the hotel to the beach house, which also took some time. I never told him to do all that. I wouldn’t have insisted if I knew it was gonna be a hassle. When I returned to the living room, he was still in the same position. I played wi