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Shine hoped for a great day ahead, she adjusted the blazer of her suit for the umpteenth time before stepping into the elevator.

She had used the manual pump right before leaving the house, but she could already feel the familiar throb returning to her chest.

The elevator doors slid open to the top floor of Vicente Media Consults.

"You’re late," a deep, melodic masculine voice rumbled.

Shine froze.

She had tried her best to be early but circumstances would rather have her come late anyway.

Sir Gilbert Vicente was standing by Betty’s desk, looking over a stack of reports.

He didn't look up, but his presence filled the entire hallway.

Shine tried to focus, but his charcoal suit hugging his broad shoulders and rounded buttocks sent shivers of potent desire down her spine.

Just the sound of his voice sent a traitorous spark straight to her core.

"I am sorry, Sir. I had a medical appointment early this morning," Shine said, her voice small.

Gilbert finally looked at her.

His eyes were cold, intimidating, and entirely too observant.

"I don't pay you to be at the hospital, Rossman. I pay you to be at your desk. Since you missed yesterday, you will be staying late tonight to finish the quarterly audit. Do not leave until every column is balanced," he said, his gaze lingering a second too long on her massive boobs.

Shine felt a sudden, warm rush.

It was happening.

The let-down reflex was sharp and painful.

"Yes, Sir," she whispered, quickly turning toward her cubicle.

She sat down and tried to focus on the spreadsheets, but the pressure was building rapidly.

Every time Gilbert walked past her desk or raised his voice to give an order to another employee, Shine felt another surge, her vagina squeezing and contracting on its own.

There were moments she wished she could damn the consequences and fingers herself to calm the swelling desires.

She had worn extra-thick nursing pads, but they were already starting to feel heavy.

By 3:00 PM, she was in agony.

The pain was a dull, persistent ache, and she could feel the dampness spreading beyond the pads.

She looked down and gasped.

A small, dark circle was forming on her blouse, right near the lapel of her blazer.

She grabbed her handbag and rushed toward the breakroom, her heart racing surreptiously.

Luckily, it was empty.

She ducked into the private corner where the coffee supplies were kept and locked the main door.

"Please, please, just a little bit of relief," she muttered, frantically unbuttoning her blazer.

She didn't come with the pump.

She reached into her bra, trying to manually massage the pressure away into a stack of paper towels.

The relief was instant but messy.

She was so focused on the task, leaning over the counter with her eyes closed, that she didn't hear the handle jiggle.

"Rossman? I was told you are in there. Are you in there?"

It was Gilbert.

Her heart nearly stopped.

"Yes…Yes Sir! Just a minute, Sir! I am... I spilled coffee on myself!" she yelled back, her fingers trembling as she tried to tuck her breasts back in.

"Open the door. I need the file on the Graham ads account immediately," he demanded.

Shine shoved the wet paper towels into the bottom of the trash can and buttoned her blazer just as she unlocked the door.

Gilbert was standing there, his arms crossed.

He stepped into her personal space, sniffing the air.

"You look flushed, Shine," he said, his voice dropping an octave.

"It is just the heat, Sir. I will get that file for you right now," she said, keeping her arms crossed over her chest to hide the damp spot.

He didn't move.

He stood so close she could feel the heat radiating from his body.

"Don't take too long. My patience is wearing thin today," he said, his eyes dropping to her lips before he turned and walked away.

Shine collapsed against the counter, her legs shaking.

She couldn't do this anymore.

She couldn't live in fear of her own body while working for a man who made her leak just by breathing close to her.

She pulled out her phone and opened the OnlyFans app.

User9982’s message was still there.

$50,000.

She thought of all the things she could do with that amount of Money and summed up it was her way out. Or at least, her way to afford a better life.

She typed with a steady hand.

Shine: I have thought about it. I accept your deal. Fifty thousand dollars for one night.

User9982: I knew you would see reason. When?

Shine: Tonight. But I have conditions. We meet in a private suite at the Treetops Hotel. No lights. Total darkness. No face. I don't want to see you, and I don't want you to see me.

User9982: Anything you want, Shine. I don't need to see you to know exactly how you taste. I will send you the room number in an hour. Don't be late.

Shine tucked her phone away.

Tonight, someone was finally going to take care of her the proper way.