CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 4

ISAIAH

Ah fuck me.

I didn’t mean to act like a jerk, I just…I can’t seem to wrap my head around the fact that she wants to take a leave for a whole month.

What happened?

Was it me?

Did I run my mouth without realizing it?

But she is not the type to nitpick on my words.

The reason I enjoy working with her, is not other than the fact that she doesn’t let me have the last words. She always has a comeback, she always knows how to respond.

So what is wrong?

Could it be that jerk, Jake?

Hold on, when will he be released from prison?

Could that be the reason?

Ah…I’m losing my mind, I can’t even concentrate.

“Dad?” Sophie’s gentle voice yanked me out of my thoughts.

“Yes, sweetheart?” I answered.

“You still haven’t told me when Aunt Nika will be here.” She muffled, holding on to the mini purse Annika got for her the last time they went girls shopping.

I don’t know where I would be if not for Annika in my life.

I do not want to admit it but she is more of a friend than a secretary. I had Sophie before she came into my life and she had always been sweet to my daughter, visited my home, played with my daughter more than her mother ever did, she took her shopping, to the salon, to the spa….Annika spoils my daughter more than me, her father.

I should not have spoken that way to her.

That was very stupid of me.

“Uhm, Annika had some last-minute document to wrap up. Your grandma, aunt, and uncle are already at your school, I’ll drop you with them and go pick up Annika, is that okay?” I rasped.

“Absolutely.”

I dropped Sophie off with my mum, “Hey mum, Thanks for coming.” I muffled, leaning to kiss her cheeks.

My mother, a very beautiful woman who had refused to age one bit since she turned forty rolled her eyes and pulled her granddaughter into her arms, “Don’t be silly, she is my granddaughter.”

My mother hates Miranda. Sophie’s mother and it took a while for her to accept Sophie because of it so seeing her here loving my daughter who looks nothing like her mother, is more than enough for me.

My father stood behind my mum.

“Hold on, I do not see, Annika, where is she?” My little sister, Hazel muffled, looking behind me. “Do not tell me she quit, what did you do …I love Annika, she is the sweetest.” She pouted.

“I liked her too.” My younger who is older than Hazel grunted, glaring at me.

Oh great, now everyone thinks I am the bad guy.

“She is at the office, I’m going to pick her up so watch Sophie please,” I said to them and drove to the office.

Everyone left.

Did she leave too?

Should I call her?

The guards said he didn’t see her leave the building though.

I was heading to her office when I heard the sounds. At first, I assumed I misheard until it came again and again.

“Ah…fuck….Isaiah…right there.”

“Deeper.”

“Yes…yes….fuck!”

Annika is not the type to bring men into the office and besides…did she just ….moan my name?

I found my leg drifting to her office until my eyes settled on her, legs apart, panties on the floor, her finger inside her wet and dripping cunt.

A sight I never thought I would ever see in my entire life.

My secretary, the one who always talks down on me is in her office, touching herself while calling out my name.

Now…that is a kink….A fucking turn on.

And I am getting a boner watching at least until she threw her neck pillow at me.

“Pervert!” She yelled.

Is she serious?

I caught the pillow, brows arched, watching as she closed her legs, panting, flushed, bobbed throats, wet thigh.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her, not even for a blink.

Don’t get me wrong, I am not a pervert or anything.

But if I am to rate Annika’s beauty before I saw her touching herself, I’d give her a 10/10.

Annika is beautiful, the kind of beauty that makes you oblivious to other women, and her body, do not even get me started, she is not exactly a gym girl but her curves are perfectly defined.

And now, seeing her soaked in her own cunt, I’d give her a solid 100/10

“You don’t get to call me pervert, Nika, you are the one soaked, without your panties, touching yourself while calling out my name in your office right after you told me you wanted to go on leave,” I muttered shamelessly, walking into her office.

Her eyes were shooting lasers at me, yet her cheeks were completely flushed, and her eyes traced every step I took towards her.

Her throat bobbed.

Come to think of it.

How long has she thought about me in this manner?

How many times has she cummed while crying out my name?

Was it before she saw me naked or after?

How long has she fantasized about me ramming into her?

“It…I…Well..” She stuttered. “It’s not what it looks like, I swear, I can explain.”

“Hmm, it looks like you’re extremely horny and you could use some assistance.” I pointed to her wet dripping cunt.

She squeezed her legs together, whimpering.

Her eyes were wet, her throat bobbed again. “I …I can take care of myself…We can …uhm…pretend like this did not happen…uhm…Hold on…why are you here?” She rasped, reaching for the pant laying on the floor.

No…no…fuck…I want to taste her.

I surged towards her before common sense could kick in. I lifted her off the floor.

“Mr. Volkvo, what are you doing?” She yelled, wiggling in my arms.

I placed her on the table and I went on my knees, with my glasses sitting on the bridge of my nose, I said to her shamelessly, “I want to help.”

“What?” She gasped.

“I want to taste you, Annika Sultan, can I?”