SLIPPERY SINS (A collection)

Valerie's POV

I wore my best office outfit today. I have worked so hard for today and I can't wait to show everyone the stuff I'm made of.

I might be young but I am efficient and passionate about my job.

After my usual morning routine. Instructing the staff on the setting of the boardroom and testing the projectors.

I sank into my seat then checked the time. 

Okay, we still have an hour to the meeting.

I decided to double-check the slide, files and my notes. A simple precaution to avoid any form of error.

But that turned into a full-blown nightmare.

Fuck! What sort of mistakes are these?

A mixup, a bad one at that.

I sent Mr Boris Macaulay– my overly serious boss the wrong file.

Not just any wrong file.

My nude video. Where I was pleasuring myself and saying naughty words to my boyfriend Justin.

This is the worst mistake I've ever made.

This wasn’t just any presentation, it was the final pitch for Project Sterling, a multi-million naira deal that could redefine the company’s future… and mine.

My stomach dropped.

I tried to delete it immediately, fingers flying over the keyboard, heart pounding in my chest. But it was too late. It's been over two days since I sent it, so I can only delete from my own end.

Panic set in.

Without thinking, I rushed out of my office and down the hallway, my heels striking sharply against the polished marble floor. 

“Lord, please don't let him open the file.” I prayed.

I barely knocked before pushing his office door open, breath uneven, mind racing

And then I froze.

“Mmmm. Urggggh. Yessss babe. see, see how I'm dripping wet for you. I need your cock buried deep in my wet succulent pus*y….” 

That was unmistakably my voice. My shameless moaning for Justin.

I felt the heat rush to my face so fast it made me dizzy. At that moment, I wished I had super powers that could make me disappear on the spot.

Then he looked up.

“G–good morning, sir,” I stammered, my voice barely holding together.

“Nice presentation, Val,” he said, a hint of amusement flickering across his face before it vanished just as quickly. His expression hardened, returning to its usual sharp composure. “How may I help you?”

I swallowed, trying to steady myself. “Sir… there’s been a mistake.”

“What mistake?” he asked calmly. Behind him, the audio still lingered faintly, making my skin crawl with embarrassment.

“I… I sent you the wrong file,” I managed to say.

“Wrong?” he repeated, leaning back slightly and staring deep into my eyes. I couldn't tell if he was amused or angry but I could swear it was the latter. “Tell me Miss Valerie—what exactly made it wrong?”

I clenched my fists at my sides. Why is he doing this?

“What did you say?” he asked, his gaze sharpening.

“Nothing, sir.”

“I thought as much.” He gestured toward the door. “Go and send the correct file. 

“The meeting starts in an hour.”

I hesitated. “What about… the other one?”

“What one?” He asked, frowning. 

“Sorry sir, I turned and left without saying another word. 

The meeting was shifted to evening, so I had enough time to prepare but I just couldn't focus.

Evening came too fast and the entire presentation was a total disaster.

No matter how hard I tried to focus, I could feel his eyes on me—steady, unwavering, almost unsettling.

Every word slipped just slightly out of place.

I made small noticeable mistakes I normally never would.

By the time it was over, I felt completely drained.

Everyone else filtered out of the boardroom, chatting, gathering their things. 

But I stayed behind, sinking into my chair, staring blankly at the table.

I could hear the sounds of keys as they locked their offices and walked past the boardroom.

How did it even get to this point?

And then, my frustration shifted direction.

This was all Justin's fault

For over a year, it had been the same story—excuses, delays, exhaustion. 

And even when he does it, it's not just satisfying, not passionate.

I'm sexually frustrated.

After the stress at work on Friday, I was horny as hell but it was the same excuse he gave.

Except this time, I’d decided to take matters into my own hands. I thought maybe—just maybe—if I reminded him what he was missing, if I pushed a little harder, it would finally get through to him.

So I made that video.

And now… here I was.

Trapped in the aftermath of a decision that spiraled completely out of control.

I exhaled slowly, dragging a hand over my face. All I wanted now was to go home, shut the world out, and stand under a warm shower until my thoughts stopped racing.

I gathered my things quickly, shoving files into my bag without my usual care.

As I reached for the last document, the lights suddenly went out.

Before I could react, my elbow knocked into the half-open bottle of water on the table. It tipped, spilling across the file in a slow, spreading stain.

“Shit,” I muttered under my breath. “What is wrong with me today?”

As if things weren’t bad enough—I had also left my phone charging in my office.

Perfect.

I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, trying to steady myself, then stretched my hands out in front of me, carefully feeling my way through the darkened hall. Each step was cautious, uncertain, my heels no longer confident against the floor.

I just need to get out of here.

I took another step and collided with something solid.

My fingers instinctively pressed against it, brushing over firm muscle before my brain caught up.

It's a person.

A sharp scream rose in my throat, but before it could escape, his hand clamped gently but firmly over my mouth, pinning me back against the wall.

“Shhh… it’s me.”

The voice was low, familiar.

I froze, then slowly relaxed as recognition settled in. 

Mr Boris. His musky cologne filled my nose.

He eased his hand away, though he didn’t step back.

“I forgot a file,” he said calmly. “And I figured you might need some help.”

“Help?” I echoed, my voice unsteady.

“Yes, Val. You were taking your time getting out of the boardroom.”

I was shocked. Val? What's going on with my boss?

When did he start caring if I got out of the office?

Or was it the video, or the blunders at the presentation earlier.

Or maybe he is here to query me. Many thoughts ran through my head.

He moved closer again—too close—until my back pressed fully against the wall, leaving no space between us.

I stiffened instantly

This is what I dread most, making another mistake today.

I had always had a secret crush on Mr Boris.

Well, who wouldn't? 

A 45 year old looking this hot. He wasn't just handsome—he had that rare, almost unreal kind of masculine beauty, like a modern-day Apollo brought to life. Every line of his face felt deliberate, sculpted to perfection. His muscular arms and broad chest can get any woman's pants wet.

And to top it all, he was also stinkly wealthy.

So I can only admire him but I know he was off limits. He was way beyond my level, out of my reach.

“What is it Val. You’re tense.” His voice dropped, softer now, more deliberate.

“N…No…. Nothing sir.’ I said but I was already shivering.. “and I'm also sorry for earlier. I wasn't just in the right frame of mind.” 

He held up my face. “Don't tell me you are sorry, show me how sorry you are.”

“I don't understand sir.” I said.

“You know I'm a businessman. So you have to earn my forgiveness.” He said 

And without warning I felt his warm, succulent, enticing lips on mine.

And his hands greedily grabbed my ass, pressing me firmly against his muscular body.

My breath caught. I couldn't believe this. Goose bumps broke out all over my skin and heat flushes through my ass. A low moan escapes my lips.

“P-Please, Don't, stop, Sir.”I stammered confusingly against his lips.

But that only seemed to excite him further.

At that moment, I realized there was no turning back.