Pamela:This was my second week working for Charles. Each day had it's own drama and Charles didn't miss any opportunity to humiliate me. It was another beautiful morning, and as soon as I got to work, I went straight to his office to report.I knocked on his door and I waited for him to ask me in. He looked busy as his whole being was engulfed in the papers in front of him.“Good morning sir”I said, and he nodded without sparing a glance.“A coffee” he said before I could ask"Okay," I said then I walked out of his office.He didn't regard me in anyway and I don't know why but I kept having the feeling that he rejected those coffee's on the first day in order to punish me.I went out to get him coffee once more. When I opened the door to the coffee shop and the bell which hung on the door rang, the barista looked up at me and a warm smile spread across his perfectly sculpted face.I returned the smile and I strode confidently to the counter not minding the people who stared at me
Pamela:"She is my secretary," Charles said, and then I forced a smile.Mr. Fernandez was as tall as Charles but he didn't look American. From his name I would guess he was probably Italian. His hair was soot black, and the gray color of his eyes gave his face a beautiful touch. His lips were perfect too. He was the kind of man every woman would dream of, except me. I was tired of dreaming because all it had done is get me to nowhere.Mr. Fernandez stretched his hand out, and I took it. Then he kissed my hand, making my face go red. Even without looking at Charles I could tell he is boiling with anger.That wasn't really my business, and maybe it was time to actually pay him back in his coin. All he has done is gaslight me."Have a seat," he said, and then I sat down close to Charles."So.. let's get to business,"Mr. Fernandez said.They talked at length about the kind of products Charles needed the models for, and at a point they weren't reaching any conclusion."Do you have plus siz
Charles:After Pamela left, I paced around my office. She had pushed me to the wall once more and I couldn't help myself this time. I was clearly still in love with this woman, and seeing Mr. Fernandez drooling at her made me mad. She was mine and no man should ever have to look at her that way.The worst part is that it seemed this feeling was one-sided and not mutual. With the way she carried on her daily activities, it looked like she had moved on. I was the only one still bearing a grudge, and the only one who couldn't move on.Well how was I supposed to? She was aging finely. All I could think about were those beautiful hips of hers, and the way they swayed in the dresses when she walked. I want her badly, but then I also want her to want me."Fuck! I'm going crazy!" I yelled out. Then I opened up the cabinet in my office and took out a glass, and a bottle of whiskey.I needed to find a way to show her what she was missing. Money didn't seem to solve it, because she seemed to at
Pamela:Royal didn't take the news of Charles and I going on a trip very well. For the past week, he has been acting funny. Well this was his idea, and I didn't know if he intended for me to reject the trip. What if I got fired? These were the things to be considered.Well today was the day for the trip, and I was packing. Stopping for a moment, I stared at all I had packed, and I sighed heavily wondering if it was enough to get me through three days.The door to my room was opened, and Royal walked in. The scent of his perfume attacked my nostrils, and I wanted to abandon everything and fall into his arms but then Charles would come for me in a few hours."Are you done packing?"he asked, and I averted my gaze.He looked stunning as ever, and even though he wore a suit like he did everyday, he still looked new and sexy.It must be the new haircut, I thought as my eyes darted through his whole body. He looked at me with a brow raised, and I snapped out of my fantasy."Ye.. yes, but I'm
Pamela:When the receptionist said those words to me, I shot her a smile, and then I turned around and walked back to the elevator. This must be some kind of joke. Charles probably planned this to keep me on my toes. I couldn't even get angry because he was my boss, and I had to obey his every request.In anger, I returned back to the room to see that it was empty. I sat on the bed for a while contemplating on what to do when Charles walked out of the bathroom with only a towel hung on his waist."What are you doing here?" He asked, looking at me with his hands on his waist.At this point I didn't know if to believe that he had no clue that this was going to happen. I sighed deeply, and then I said to him,"The rooms are fully booked until next week,"He gave off a shrug, and walked towards the closet."Make yourself comfortable then. It's only for a week," he said, and then I cursed silently at him.Why does everyone say that? A week could change a lot. I mean people die everyday, an
Pamela:The next day when I pulled my eyes open, I saw Charles standing with a towel wrapped around his waist. He was about to enter the bath when he turned around and saw that I was awake."I have a meeting to attend, and you can come with me if you like," he said casually before getting into the bathroom.I didn't want to attend any meeting but it would be nice to get into the bathroom with him. My thoughts were going wild on me, and I hated it but I couldn't control it.Taking out my phone, I checked for messages, and I saw that I had one from both Mia and Royal.Mia kept me updated on the recent happenings in the company, and Royal was checking if I were still alive after the first night. Good thing I was, but I wonder for how long.While I was still in bed, Charles pulled the door open, and I tried so hard not to look at his beautiful body. I pushed myself out of bed, and I walked to the closet to get a towel which I wrapped around my body.After that I walked into the bathroom t
Charles:Oliver arrived in time, and Pamela and I left together in my car while Mr. Chris left in his. I could swear he was trying to flirt with her and it pissed me off. I wasn't here for any business meet up. I was here to get personal properties, and I needed Chris as an estate manager but then he had fucked up by trying to flirt with Pamela. This was probably the last he was going to hear from me.While we were on the road, Pamela found it difficult to take her eyes off me.She wasn’t sure if I was okay yet, and how vulnerable I had made her was mind blowing. Only if she knew, then she wouldn't have shown me that side of her because I have been fueled to carry out my main plan.She kept looking at me throughout the drive home, and I got really irritated at a point. If she really cared then why did she do what she did?"Are you sure you are okay?" She asked after a few minutes of staring at me.My brows became drawn to the center, and I felt a surge of rage sweep past my whole body
Pamela:"Here are the documents," I said to Chris the moment I got into his office.He stared at me with a half smile, and his eyes darted around my body, surveying my whole being. The way his beautiful eyes surveyed my body made me feel small. But it felt good having different men at my claws."Pamela right?" He asked, and I nodded shyly, trying to force a smile on my lips. He took the document from me, and placed it on the table. The moment I was about to turn around he asked, "Are you free tonight?"The question came as a shock, and I could swear my heart skipped a beat. Was he trying to get me in trouble with Charles? Charles would murder me."I.. I..""Is there something going on between you and Mr. Murray,or..""I'm just his secretary," I said cutting his words short, and pressing my lips in a hard line.He smirked, and then he stood up from his seat, and walked towards me. The more he approached me, the more I felt myself losing balance. My legs became wobbly until he closed