CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 3

ANNIKA

It’s been exactly, three years and four months since I last been in a relationship and the reason was none other than my fucking psycho ex, Jake Lotan.

I loved him, I loved him so much until the day he raised his hands on me for working overtime and told me as a woman, I was not supposed to even work at all.

He asked me to quit my job if I wanted the ring he bought to propose.

I love my job so much, I studied like my life depended on it. I worked in a company once but my boss made an advance towards me, I rejected him and he made sure I never enjoyed working in that company and even black listed me from applying to other companies, and then Isaiah Volkov, my last hope allow me do an interview and he hired me.

When Jake told me to quit I flat out refused. I would not throw away my career to become a housewife, no!

Jake accused me of having a sexual relationship with Isaiah, believing I have nothing to offer but my body.

Then he proceeded to break up with me after beating me out.

When Isaiah didn’t see me at work, he found my apartment and found me barely alive. He took me to the hospital, had me treated, and had Jake arrested and that was the last time I saw the douche bag.

Now that I think about it, it was around this time, three years ago.

Isaiah was right.

I am always moody around this time of the year, because I am still shaken, because I still get nightmares of his hands on my body, the banging of my door.

Even though Isaiah bought me a new apartment two years ago, it doesn’t really change much.

But Jake is the least of my concerns right now.

My problem is this tall man sitting in front of me, his blue eyes staring back at me, his brows arched, waiting for my response.

I have been attracted to him once.

When I got the interview, Isaiah was sitting across from me and I remember saying to myself that he was the most handsome man I had ever seen in my entire life.

But that was it, it was never beyond that…so why? Why am I suddenly sexually attracted to him?

“Nika, if you don’t tell me what is wrong, I won’t know how to help you.” His deep voice, a grumble filled his office, his glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose, looking sharp and hot as ever.

“Why do you want to help me?” I asked.

Pause.

“Because if your head is not on straight, it will affect your work and your affected work affects my work. Am I making sense?” He grunted, his left brows lifted.

Ugh, how did I forget his nasty attitude?

I returned to my office and continued the work of the day.

After another successful day, I find myself lying on my bed, with nothing but my nightdress with no panties, my typical every night but the moment I closed my eyes, I realized I made the biggest mistake sleeping without my panties.

He was in my dream again and this time, his fingers found their way to my entrance, stroking and rubbing and driving in at the same time. I arched my back, crying and begging him to ram his cock inside me instead.

Shameless, disgusting….I am so ashamed of myself.

There is only one way to heal from this disgust…I need to stay away from Isaiah, I need not to see him, breathe his scent, or share the same space with him.

I need to run away from him….at least until I am collected and back to my usual self, at least until I can look at his face without imagining him pushing his fingers inside me or me sitting on his face.

“Annika Sultan, what is this?” The disgust was evident in his voice as he scanned the letter in front of him, his veins popping through that palm, his teeth gritted.

My throat bobbed as I pulled myself together, “I want to go on leave.” I muttered.

He frowned, “Why? Did I …do something?” He asked, eyes searching mine, looking for clues.

Oh..innocent Isaiah.

I can’t believe I have to use the typical line, “It’s not you…it’s me.”

Ugh, ew.

“Annika, you are not making any sense, did something happen with your mum? Or did your brother get into trouble again? Is it something I can help with? Where exactly do you need to go that you have to take a leave for a whole month?” He asked, sounding almost desperate.

I slammed my eyes shut, “Mr. Volkov, I have been working with you for the last five years without taking a break, this is the first time I am asking for one, are you really going to question me like this?” I grunted.

Silence.

Too quiet.

“What about Sophie, will you at least visit her or …You know what, never mind…You can take your leave just make sure all the necessary documents are available.” He snapped, tossing the letter into the drawer.

Oh, Sophie.

Wait, all the necessary documents?

“By necessary documents, you don’t mean…”

“Yes, Secretary Annika Sultan, if you will be taking a month's leave, you have to make sure all the necessary documents for the whole months would be on standby.” He blurted, stern, ruthless, his real nature. That cold distant part of him that I hate so much.

“But that will take….”

“I  don’t care, just do your job.” He sneered, sparing no glance.

“But, Sophie’s school party…I promised her I won’t miss it.” I muffled.

She was graduating to a new grade and she made me promise not to miss it.

If I am going to prepare all the documents, I won’t be able to make it.

“You are my secretary, not my daughter’s nanny. She will be fine without you.” He blurted. “You can leave now.”

The last thing I expected was to get horny while I was left in the office alone.

Isaiah had to leave early so he could take Sophie to her party and since I had too much to do, I had to stay behind.

And of all days, it had to be the day I was ovulating.

No one talks about the ache that comes with ovulation.

Fuck..it hurts….I don’t want to touch myself….I really don’t want to touch myself at least not while I am still at the office.

But I am the only one here, so it should be fine.

But what if someone comes in?

But everyone left already….whatever!.

I spread myself on the couch with my fingers dancing on the surface of my entrance, right in that moment, my mind played one of my dreams with Isaiah and before I knew it I was moaning his name out loud.

“Ah…fuck…Isaiah….Deeper.” 

Something came into view. 

A silhouette. 

Ah fuck.

I’m doomed.

No one was supposed to come. No one was supposed to be in the office so why the hell is Isaiah standing by the door watching me masturbate while calling out his name?