Michael
They shook hands, lost in each other's eyes. The hellhound has got the softest body he'd ever touched. His fingers sank into the velvety skin of her hand, and for a while, he almost kissed the back of her hands.He imagine her cuddled into a ball in his arms, feeling every inch of her, making out on a roof top in his pent house. He'd be gentle on her. Meats as tender as hers deserved special marinade. She's worth more than Room 003; his fuck room for hoe drilling.Fortunately for his lucky ass, she'd openly confessed her attraction for him. Luring her to his penthouse won't be difficult after all. All he needed was an extra dose of charm and proximity.He smirked satisfactorily at the plan, thinking of a thousand and one thing to do to her luscious gleaming lips, dazzling in the daylight. He'd stuff her full with his dick and fuck the back of her throat all night.She may look innocent on the outside, but Michael knew her type. He'd fucked her type many times beyond count. Until they're behind closed doors or enclosed spaces, they're acted foreign to the universal realm of orgasm. Long story short, they give the best blow job and reverse cowgirl.And yes, they never tire. He could bet his award shelf that Avery Sallow, his new personal assistant, whose life he's about to torment, was one of them.Up close, Michael couldn't get enough of her stormy grey eyes behind a pair of correction lenses. The pretty pair had white flecks and bold dark rings around the edges, which blended with her form-fitting grey top that covered a softer pair of full, round, tasty boobs.She's model material, he admitted inwardly.Her jet black hair was tied into a chignon bun as two recalcitrant strands hung down the corners of her face in waves, choosing rather not to be suffocated behind her head with a band. For weird reasons Michael couldn't understand, he preferred Avery's defiance to her submissive look.The fire in her eyes, the smoke pumping from her nostrils, the thudding of her pulse, they were novel qualities Michael never thought he'd ever fancy in a woman, let alone, the fiesty hellhound.It wasn't until Lilly coughed that they released hands, redirecting their wandered thoughts to the present."Sir, if you'd reconsider this hasty decision, I'll do everything humanly possible to retain my job as your personal assistant. If you want me to improve in my service delivery, I'll do that with immediate effect. I've never said no to all your needs, and you know that."A hint of fear and betrayal crossed her intense black eyes. You thought Trudy was the only bitch he banged on his office desk? Let's just say, Lilly would rather work without a paycheck, if all she got in return was his cock in her mouth.Shoot! She's a damn good sucker!"Would you rather lose your job, Ms Lilly Banks?" he said icily. "Do I need to remind you that thousand of people out there would do anything to take up the same position you're in now?"With pleading eyes, she whispered, "I love being your personal assistant."He expunged a lungful of air, frowning. She wasn't ready to give up his dick to the newbie. She glared at Avery spitefully, aware that her presence meant trouble. Lots of it. She wanted to stake her claim on him, but that ship had long sailed."That'd be all for now. Vacate your office for Ms. Avery and assume your new position as Mr Brown's secretary," he said with a tone of finality, before sitting on his chair. "I'm sure Mr Brown would use an extra pair of hands in the correspondence department.""Of course!" The said man shook his head vehemently, arguably the most happiest man in the world that minute. "The department needs an extra pair of hands. Having her around would surely ease the work load on me. Thank you for making a wise decision indeed."Mr Brown blossomed lustfully, running his eye over Lilly. The ugly duckling would do anything to go under the skirt without caring to cover his tracks. His perverse lifestyle had seen him in and out of four failed marriages.For a man who loved eating pussy ravenously, Michael expected him to be smart with his game. To Michael, staying single solved all the problem. At twenty-eight, he had no intention of commiting himself to a relationship.The ladies of Empire City wanted him, and who is he to turn them down?He saw the tension between him and Avery when he got into his office. He was on tip-toe, suspiciously avoiding Avery. Maybe he'd tried his slimy tricks on her, but failed to nail her. He concluded Avery gave him more than a piece of her mind. "You're dismissed."The ladies and the bald turned on there heels, heading towards the elevator."Not you, Ms Avery, I have some questions to ask you," he picked up her résumé and skimmed through it as if it's first time, suppressing the weighty urge to steal quick glance at her eyes.She paused and turned, exhaling through her mouth. Oh heavens, how his dick twitched in want of her. He'd never seen anyone that beautiful. Not even Nicki in all her glamor. He clenched his jaws as he shifted on his chair, crumpling the edge of the paper, fighting the desire growing inside him."You may have your sit," he said in the most civil professional manner as possible.She plonked into the chair, breathing an air of relief. Peering down at her hands on lap, she mumbling some inaudible words."Something on your mind?" he asked.She raised her head and spoke in a whisper that Michael had to strain to make out her words. "I... I just want to apologise for my behavior towards you. I shouldn't have called you a spoilt brat, or a jerk. I was having a bad day. I'll appreciate it if we can put the morning behind us and start on a new pedestal as employer and employee?"Michael almost drowned in those doe eyes staring back at him. He steeled himself, and returned his focus to the paper in his hand, shoving her apology aside. He'd promised her hell on earth, and not even her kissable lips and innocent eyes would veer him off his goal. She must be punished."You stated here that you can work under pressure. I hope this is not as cliché as it sounds. Are you really up to the task?""Yes sir.""Good to hear." He dropped the paper, and eased into his chair. "I'll pay you seven thousand dollars for the job. And if you ask me, that's me spoiling you as an overcompensated employee with no job experience."Her eyes widened in shock. She couldn't believe her ears. seven thousand dollars a month was a joke to a new employee.Little did she know what her boss had in store for her. Sooner than later, she'd be confined to bed rest, surviving on a hunk of medications to keep her sanity intact."Is that for a whole year?" It sounded too good to be true.He grinned softly, "Don't be ridiculous, it's your monthly check. But there are terms and conditions you must be aware of.""Whatever it is, I'm ready," she squeaked. "I can do more than what my résumé says.""Good to hear. Now, listen carefully to all I'm about to say." He leaned forward, and placed his forearms on his desk. "You'll do everything I say, and never complain about your work. I don't toy with my schedules and appointments. If by any means you forget to inform me of appointments, consider yourself fired. As early as 6am, you must resume for work. Lateness to work will warrant a fine of fifty dollars per 30 minutes."Saying Avery was startled was putting it mildly. She parted her mouth to talk, but Michael was just getting to the good part."There's no closing hour for you. You retire for the day only when I say so. And everywhere I go, even if it's to one of my pussy fucking appointments, you're coming with me to watch and learn."He leaned back into his chair and crossed his legs on his desk, his lips curled into a contemptuous smirk. "So, what's it gonna be, Ms Avery Sallow?"Okay, that was the evil part.Thank you for reading, friends. Don't forget to drop a comment and review. I live for your gems as well. They mean a lot. ❤️
AveryAvery's jaw dropped to the ground. "You can't be serious. That's outrightly preposterous! No one would ever sign up for a deal like that!" she yelled, hiding a fist under the desk. If only she could pop her knuckles into his sexy face, marring his good looks. She visualize walking round the table, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, pummeling some sense into his rotten skull.On the contrary, she kept her cool and tamped down on her rage. In the end, it'd be his word against hers. She made a mental review of the consequences of her action. Eventually, she'd be forced into self exile, hiding from the cheap pussies of Empire City who'd come for her neck for assaulting their prince charming.Prince charming my foot! she spat.But there was something about his plush pink lips that glued her butt to the chair."Do you want the job or not? If you don't like my generous offer, I believe you know your way out of my office and out of my establishment," he hissed, rotating the chair
AveryAvery swore under her breath that it was her alarm this time. She'd woken up a little bit later than the expected time—okay, more than a little bit. Every day, she battled the little invention on her nightstand for failing to wake her."Taxi! Taxi!" She tried the umpteenth time to hail a cab, but they zoomed past her like she was a ghost.She had a job interview slated for 8:00 a.m. at King's Fashion House. It was bad enough that she overslept, but she might break down in tears on the paved sidewalk in front of her dilapidated apartment, waiting for a cab without end.With her old black purse slung across her shoulder, she clutched a big brown folder to her stomach, craning her neck for the next taxi to pass by. A liter of ill-tempered commuters lined the same sidewalk where she stood, making her chance of hailing a taxi very slim.Time was ticking, and in the ever-buzzing Empire City, it ticked fast. Glancing over her wristwatch intermittently, Avery knew she could kiss the hop
AveryAvery pushed her body away from him, pinning a few strands of her light blonde hair behind her ear. She dared not look into his lake-blue eyes. She couldn't trust her instincts with this man. Her ruffled senses needed a quick reboot, otherwise, she might just lose her virginity to a total stranger in the back seat of a taxi.She smoothed her gray skirt and adjusted her tucked-in white shirt, replacing her glasses on the bridge of her nose. Peering down at her wristwatch, she exclaimed. "Goodness! I'm late!"She collected her purse and folder and jumped out of the taxi. Rounding the curb, she ventured toward the entrance to the tall, glassy building. The stranger alighted from the vehicle, heading towards the magnificent structure.This is it. Her mother's life depended on this single shot. She was about to take her leap of faith when the taxi driver called her back."Who's gonna pay?" He shifted his gaze from Avery to the man. "I gat no time, fellas. Customers are lining up for
MichaelMichael blamed his faulty Porsche for ruining his day. He could have driven any other car in his garage, but he had an inherent habit of driving only designated cars each day. Mondays were Porsche days. He drove it arrogantly to wherever his intellect or manhood was needed.However, the twenty-million-dollar sports car decided to ditch him that morning. He had no choice but to walk a long distance to the roadside to hitch a ride. His new look made it difficult for passersby to recognize him. Otherwise, he'd have been stranded on the busy streets of Empire City, signing autographs all day.As if his faulty car was not tragedy enough, he was forced to share his ride with a feisty female who was hell-bent on sending him to hell. The scary bitch had promised to be his worst nightmare.Michael would give anything to sign autographs all year round rather than endure a ride with the hell-hound.A pretty hell-hound, if he was being honest.God! He still had the impression of her volup
Avery"Don't cry, Avery," she steeled herself, heading to her boyfriend's condo. "You didn't lose them, they lost you." Those were the words her mother always told her whenever she faced disappointment.On getting to his apartment, she punched in the passcode. Tyrone had given her the passcode in case she happened to stop by at any time. His main reason was to convince Avery to change her mind about her choice of celibacy. She'd turned him down every time, and she thought his patience was wearing thin."It's about time Tyrone pops my cherry," she told herself, turning the door open. "Today's his lucky day."The first thing she saw was the scattered pieces of clothing strewn about the living room, followed by the moans and grunts coming from the bedroom. Her pulse paused. Tyrone had lost his patience.She recognized that bag. Could it be...?Dragging her tired feet to the bedroom, she pushed the bedroom door open to satisfy her curiosity. "Maddie!" She crumbled to the floor in tears be
Avery"What the hell are you doing sitting on that chair?!" she retorted, striding across the large glassy office to the table."Are you blind or plain dumb? This is my chair, of course!" he retorted."I don't believe you one inch. You think people's lives revolve around your scrawny fingers?"she said, dramatically. "Get off that chair and tell me where to find Michael King!"A couple of hours ago, the same stranger had almost ruined her chance at a good day. He'd called her names and hurled insults on her. Rich boys, she concluded, are a rotten piece of arrogant minions, spoilt to a fault.If he had any funny intention of stifling her chance of getting this job, Avery swore that she'd fuck him up in the ass first."How dare you call my fingers scrawny?!" he raved, "Do you know how much it takes me to perfect my manicure?" he said, displaying his fingers as if she cared on bit."Awww, " she pouted comically, "someone's ego just got bruised. Sorry, big baby, don't cry. Mama is on her wa