Chapter 1 – Wet Dreams

Mature Content R18+

Nancy Miller

“Oh! Sir, push it deeper! Your dick is so hard!” I cried out while on all fours on the bed, relishing the way my handsome boss pounded my pussy.

“Your pussy is so tight, Nancy, it feels so good to fuck you!” he replied, then rapidly kept thrusting without stopping. He also firmly kneaded my breasts.

“Please, more! I’m going to cum!” I said again, almost tearing the pillowcase I was holding.

He pumped frantically, and I could feel that he was also nearing the climax.

“I’m close too! I’m going to shoot all my juice inside you! You bitch, you feel so good!” he shouted, and with one forceful thrust, all his semen spurted deep into the core of my womb. I came as well, causing my entire body to tremble.

Kring!

“Oh, dick! Damn it, what a disturbance!” I shouted in shock, immediately throwing the alarm clock at my side table. I suddenly bolted upright.

Shit! It was just a dream. I had a wet dream again.

I let out a deep sigh. For the past five years, I’ve constantly been dreaming about my boss—the man I secretly love.

Sir Dwayne Johnson.

I picked up my cellphone and looked at the stolen shots I took of him. I’m not a stalker, okay? I became his secretary ever since I graduated from college. I was just lucky to graduate Summa Cum Laude and was given the chance to become his assistant.

For five years, almost all the work in the office and his personal matters have been handled by me.

I shook my head and got out of bed. I had an early day at work. After taking a bath, I looked in the mirror. I know and accept the fact that I am not pretty. I am simple and easily overlooked.

In fact, others often call me a nerd because of how thick my black-rimmed glasses are. My body is always covered up, so people say my fashion sense is tacky.

I also know that Sir Dwayne will never like me, so whatever feelings I have for him are kept strictly secret, and not a single soul knows. I’m already okay with just having his trust and being able to be with him all the time.

When my phone rang, my heart suddenly beat faster. It’s Sir!

Sir Dwayne: Nancy, come to my penthouse now, I need you.

I need you…

This is what he usually says to me. And every time I hear those words, I fall deeper in love with him. It gives me butterflies!

Out of everyone around him, I am the only one he relies on to help and solve all his problems.

It might be overly dramatic, but I know his life became much smoother and easier because of me. Ever since Sir Dwayne became President and CEO, he struggled to manage it. It was never truly in his heart to run their business.

What does he want? To indulge himself with beautiful women.

Yes, my boss is a womanizer. In fact, I have a thick notebook where I listed the information of almost a hundred girls who have been his girlfriends.

Those women are well aware that they aren't the only ones in Sir Dwayne's life, but they refuse to let go because they hope they will be the one chosen in the end to become his wife.

And why wouldn't they? Sir Dwayne and his family are the wealthiest people in the entire world. He is an only child, so he is the sole heir to everything.

I quickly left my small but beautiful house—a gift from my beloved boss, which I take very good care of. Even the car I am currently driving was given by him.

I don’t have parents or siblings because I grew up in an orphanage. Fortunately, priests and nuns put me through college, so I am deeply grateful to them.

They are also the ones I mostly allocate my money to because I want the children in the orphanage to finish their studies as well.

At twenty-five years old, I still haven't met my parents or know where I came from, but I don't plan to anymore. My life now revolves entirely around Sir Dwayne.

I parked at my boss's penthouse and quickly took the elevator. He hates waiting.

I opened the door and was about to call out for Sir Dwayne when I heard moans coming from the bedroom.

“Ohhhh! Dwayne! Your dick is so thick! Shit!” a woman moaned.

“Make the blowjob deeper,” the man replied.

“It's so big and super thick, I feel like I might choke,” the woman said in a pretentious and babyish voice.

So big and thick?

I suddenly swallowed hard and remembered my dream.

Sir Dwayne seemed annoyed and told the woman to get dressed. I smirked.

I opened my notebook. Judging by the voice, it seemed like girlfriend number 88 was with him: Kylie Mendoza, a model.

When the door opened, Dwayne stepped out so I immediately greeted him. “Good morning, sir,” I said in a serious tone. He was only wearing a towel.

Whenever I am with Sir Dwayne, my demeanor is always serious and professional.

He nodded and looked at Kylie. “We're done here,” he said, handing her a check.

Kylie looked like she was about to cry, but she took the check and tried to kneel. “Honey, I’m sorry, I’ll try again. If you want a deepthroat, I can do it.”

I wanted to laugh, but my expression remained blank. What that meant was Sir didn't want this woman anymore—they were breaking up, in short. That's why Kylie was practically begging. Her allowance from the man was about to disappear, too. Goodbye, 50,000 pesos.

Sir Dwayne scowled. “I said we are done.”

Kylie had no choice but to leave while crying. I closed the door and waited for my boss's orders.

“Nancy, did Janella receive the diamond bracelet I sent?” he asked while pouring wine into a shot glass. I was a bit worried the towel around his waist might fall off, so I looked away.

I feel a tinge of jealousy every time he mentions Janella. Janella Anderson is not one of Sir Dwayne’s ‘short-time girlfriends.’ She is a well-known actress in the country, very famous, and has tons of suitors.

She constantly goes on dates with my boss and is often his partner at business events. They are a good match.

Beautiful and handsome.

A perfect match, according to others.

Ouch!

I also strongly suspect that their relationship isn't just for a short time or a mere fling because Sir Dwayne truly likes her…

“Nancy?”

“Y-Yes, sir, according to her manager, Miss Janella is currently at a shoot and phones aren't allowed, so she couldn't reply to you yet.” I answered.

He nodded and let out a deep sigh, then quickly drank the alcohol.

“Are we not going to the office today? You have a lot of scheduled meetings,” I asked, looking at my iPad.

“You just attend the meetings again. Tell them I'm talking to someone else,” he said as he poured himself another glass of wine.

I pouted. What’s new? I'm always the one doing his job anyway.

His phone suddenly rang, making him frown. “Mom? I’m in a meeting—”

He froze and suddenly stood up, even dropping his iPhone. I knelt down to pick it up just as I heard someone crying on the other line.

“Dwayne! Your dad had a heart attack and is now in a coma! Come here to our hospital right now!” Mrs. Elena Johnson said tremblingly, and the call abruptly disconnected.

Dwayne was stunned and practically paralyzed in place, but I was even more shocked because as I was kneeling and looking up at him, the towel wrapped around his waist fell off.

Right in front of me was his long, thick, and fully erect dick. It was almost reaching my mouth.

Kylie was right—his prized possession is huge and thick.

Shit!

His dick is even bigger than the one in my dreams!