Chapter 8

When Mari entered her office, she was startled when she saw him again, none other than Yin Montero, sitting on her swivel chair, looking pretty cool with his tux.

“What on hell are you doing here?” She asks, coldly. “Again, what the heck are you in my office?”

Yin stand up, making a sound of his tongue. “I want to visit you,” he snorted.

She scoffed. “Why would you visit me? I told you countless times, I don’t want to see your face inside my premises.” still, her voice was cold.

“By the way, good morning!” Yin greeted, awkwardly.

She rolled her eyes at him, “There’s no good in the morning, shut your mouth.”

“Oh, I want my mouth…” he trailed off and look down at her chest. “In between your thighs,” he added, huskily while licking his lower lips.

“Pervert!” she hissed.

He laugh, sardonically. “I ain’t pervert if it wasn’t you,” he muttered.

Mari crumpled her fists, throw her bag on his face. “Jerk, get out of my office…” she gasps, “… or I will be the one to drag your ass out of my buil