Scarlett turned to the direction of his voice and bit her lip. Though she was delighted to see her, she got frustrated with the fact that Mr. Grey was attracted to her. Prisca had once told her about his weak spot for slim curvy ladies but she was skeptical about it. And to think she was thick, she literally had to stop the vaguely erotic ogles she was making at him. If she got a silver for each time someone told her she would have been more beautiful if she lost a little weight, she figured out she would probably be rich. Her heart skipped beats as she watched them lock in an embrace. "Am I jealous?" she thought. She increased her pace and interrupted them, forcing him to pull away. "Prisca!" she shouted, "I would have probably killed myself if I didn't set my eyes on you." Prisca blushed at the unexpected statement. "It's just one night and you wanted to go off the rails?" Scarlett piped up, "I missed you so much." "Don't make it seem like you're the only one who cares about h
Mr.Grey hated being seen that way with his women. He quickly zipped up his pant and arranged it. Prisca flushed in embarrassment as his reaction struck a chill into her heart. "Mr...Mr.Grey," she stuttered, placing her hand on his chest. "Cassie butted in on us isn't enough reason for us to fizzle out the surge of pleasure we were having. Come on Nick," she said, pulling him against herself. She could still feel his bulge as he stucked his knee between her legs, letting it rub temptingly against her wet core. It was an intimate action, but he feigned the need to continue. He smiled broadly while adjusting her clothes to its right position. He forced her face to the side, exposing the sensitive skin on her neck and nibbled it playfully. "No hard feelings Miss Lance," he whispered into her ears and zipped up her dress. He walked her out of his office and slammed the door violently. "What the heck!!" He screamed, clenching his fist beside him. He was so angry that Cassie barged in and
Cassie moved towards him, placed her delicate hands on his shoulder and looked at him, smiling sheepishly. There were so many things she wanted to tell him but she couldn't. "What an interesting development," Marcus teased as he stared at her, trying to hide his emotions. "Don't be silly," she giggled and pulled him in for a hug. He squeezed her in gently while rubbing her back. On instinct, he pulled back as she seeked for release. "Everything will be fine" He assured her. She nodded and smiled at him, then drifted towards the door. He smiled happily before his eyes were separated from hers just a second after she passed the threshold on her way out of the door. He was thankful for that display of closeness she had brought to him. That was what he needed at that moment to keep the perturbed expression on his face under control. His troubled mind thought about how he would feel if she eventually gets fired. The pain, fondness or even the shock was capable of putting his life to
Emily and Cassie chatted happily as they returned back to their offices, feeling as though there were some sort of connection between them. Cassie loitered around the building, noticing the zealousness of the other staff. She was afraid of going back to her office to avoid further surprises from her boss. She stopped for a moment at the hallway before strolling back to her office. As she approached Prisca's office, she peeped at her and saw her smiling, while focusing on her laptop. Suddenly, Prisca met her gaze and she looked away, picked up her pace as the memory of her canoodling with her boss flashed through her mind. She shook her head uncomfortably, feeling it accumulated with so many wild thoughts. As she reached for the door handle, ready to step into her office, she was terrified by a touch from behind. “Whoa!! Marcus? Not again please,” she screamed, falling back into his arms. Her body ceased shaking and her confusion faded. She felt relaxed and intoxicated with his scen
Cassie trod back to her office looking abashed and furious. Her boss’ words stung her, spiking deep into her flesh like a sharp knife. She pushed the door violently and went in, leaving it ajar. She bent over to clear her desk with a speed almost faster than that of light. She could feel her heart palpitating as small droplets of sweats formed on her smooth and flawless skin. A small sob caught in her throat as she walked into the elevator, unnoticed by any staff. She wanted to stop by Marcus’ office and tell him about her recent altercations with Mr. Grey but recalled she wasn't in good terms with him, causing her whole body to rack with violent sobs. She tried to control her emotions as she stood there with her legs shaking, constantly blinking and wiping her tears with her face towel, praying that her face shouldn't be as red as she had imagined. When the elevator bell dinged, she stormed out of the building while her mind scrambled on what to do next. “How long do I have to
Emily arrived at the company earlier than usual that morning. When the gateman saw her approaching, he opened the gate and greeted her respectfully with a warm smile. “Good morning Madam, you look good today.” “Thank you Martins,” she replied and acted normal, making it difficult for him to observe her sudden excitement. She found her way to the office and climbed up the flight of stairs since the elevator was out of order. When she reached the last floor where her boss' office was located, she looked around other offices to be sure nobody came before her. Rather tensed, she took out a pair of thick gloves and a tub of petroleum jelly from her handbag and smeared it on the lens of the cameras in the varenda. When she walked towards her boss' office, she broke out in a sweat as she knocked repeatedly on his door just to be sure he wasn't sleeping in his inner room. When she heard no response, she quickly took out a duplicate of her boss' key, a locksmith fabricated for her some month
“They are actually nice, report immediately to my office.” Grey read through the message again before tapping on the send button. Although he wanted her so badly, he had to pretend to be mean so he wouldn't appear cheap in her eyes. He licked his lips and let out a sharp breath after zoning out for a moment hoping she would respond. He turned to look at his friends who were now engaged in a serious conversation. The tension was thick as he tried to divert his eyes away from his phone yet he was drawn in again by random messages popping on the screen. As he scrolled through his phone, he stumbled on a message from his secretary, reminding him of a meeting with the Kingstons. He raised an eyebrow, already figuring out the impending results of the meeting. The HR manager definitely had to be present if the meeting was to be successful. Rapidly, he put a call through to Prisca while beckoning to his friends to reduce their vocal intensity. “Morning boss, the meeting is in three hour
A sharp twinge of anger and disappointment fluttered in his stomach as he stared at his screen in disbelief. Miss Lance, his secretary was the only staff that had an extra key to his office but had given it to Cassie some days ago while she was working on the Ludwigs' project. "Could she have returned the keys back to Prisca?" He thought while tapping his fingers on the desk. He felt his head spinning with so many thoughts engulfed in it. Screw it! He muttered and reached for the telephone. He hurriedly put in a call to his secretary while his fingers kept tapping repetitively on the desk. “Hello sir,” Prisca exclaimed mildly. “Miss Lance, I need to know who is in possession of my spare key currently.” “It's Cassie sir,” Prisca replied softly. “You mean Cassie still has my keys?” “Yes sir. Is there any problem? I'm willing to help.” Prisca questioned. “Not at all. One more thing Miss Lance, send a message to all the HR prospects. Let them know I'll be conducting an intervi