FINN. Okay. This woman is crazy. This is the most outrageous amount I will ever be paid and I don't think she knows how much ten thousand dollars is or double of it. I don't know what to feel. Happiness that I hit a jackpot? Or great dread as I do not know what I have just stepped into? Pulling my slacks to my waist, I watched as she walked across the room, in my shirt. Her waist sashays as she walks and the short rides up her upper thigh, thanks to her hip. I can not ignore how perfectly carved her legs are. Those legs that easily wrap around my waist as I thrust into her. Think straight, Finn. She went to the mini bar and poured herself another drink before turning to look at me with one hand leaned against the marble island. She was an epitome of a piece of art, waiting to be painted by an artist; confident, aloof. Perks of being wealthy and beautiful at the same time? Maybe. What irked me was why she had to employ me to satisfy her when she could get any ma
SCARLETT. I am definitely devoted to satisfying my desires, but one thing I put my utter devotion to apart from looking for a phallus to satisfy my aching core is my job. I might be the CEO, but I believe in work ethics. I do not tolerate any form of lateness or insubordination from any of my employees and as their boss, I have to lead by example. It gains me more respect. I am awake earlier than usual. Checking the clock, it read 5:45 AM. Throwing back my covers, I climbed out of bed and slipped my legs into my fluffy clogs before padding my feet over the Oriental carpet and into the bathroom. My morning routine was straight and uncomplicated; wash my teeth and my face, pile my hair up before stepping out, breakfast, bath, make-up maybe, dress, shoes and a purse to go with it. My life was that simple. Such irony. I decided to have french toast today with a cup of milk which I absolutely didn't need as I was lactose intolerant. But I was going to take my medicat
FINN. "You will be signing the contract today," Scarlett said as we walked out of the elevator. Her heels clanked against the marble floors of the lobby as she walked and I noticed that she was being stared at by a lot of people. Something I didn't particularly enjoy. I was more of a hermit. Maybe an everyday person. Moving and existing without having the whole world stare at me or define me. But things have changed now. With Scarlett, people had to notice and they were sure going to notice in no time. If they hadn't already. "Did you hear what I said, Finn?" I came back to earth. She had stopped walking and was staring at me in concern. "Yes, I did. The contract," "Is something wrong?" "No, why?" "You seemed lost. Like you were thinking about something," I nodded. "Yes, I was thinking about something. But not lost," "A penny for your thoughts?" I looked at her and shook my head. "I do not have to tell you what's going through my head. Just the same wa
SCARLETT. "He's gay, Fiona. Eyes off him." I said to Fiona as she handed me the file. I had seen the way she stared at him as he walked out of my office. I sent him to get my router from my car as my phone wasn't here with me. Well, it had crashed this morning and I wasn't ready to get a new phone yet. At least, that would help me avoid my parents or Kevin for a while as my father had been calling since last night. I knew what he was going to say but that wasn't my business. For now, I was an adult and out of their life. I had my own life to live and they weren't going to use me as their pawn. Fiona blushed profusely and nodded. "Yes, ma'am," I leafed through the paperwork, skimming through as I read through the contract. I nodded in satisfaction and looked up at her. "You did a good job. You can go back to your duty," Fiona smiled and turned to walk out of the office and before she shut the door behind her, I sang out loud. "Eyes off him. Remember work ethics. No
FINN. Omar was the head of the finance department and he was my boss, I guess. I noticed the way he acted all sweet around Scarlett. She didn't notice but I did. I noticed how he cracked unfunny jokes and talked about her beauty and the quality of her dress. It was either she was ignoring him or she was too busy that she didn't notice. "I want you to show Finn his office," She said, cutting him short from cracking one of his stupid jokes. He composed himself immediately and nodded before turning to me. "You're the new guy," "Stating the obvious, are we?" I replied. He frowned slightly and Scarlett gave me a stern look. "Leave us, Omar. He'll join you outside," Omar nodded and left the room and as soon as he was gone, she turned to face me. "You know you have to create a good working relationship with everyone if you don't want them snooping around when they see us together?" I nodded. "Of course. I am sorry about that." "It's fine," She said and smiled. "
SCARLETT. One thing I didn't notice about Fiona was her inability to keep things to herself. It was the same for Omar. Definitely, gossip was going to spread. Heck, it was a fashion company and gossip was the order of the day. But I had watched them, with quite a myopic view, and I didn't see that part of them that couldn't keep things to themselves. I knew it would look like I was taking things overboard, but I wasn't. She had gone ahead to tell Finn what I said to her about him being gay. I had expected her to fucking keep to herself and not say anything about it, but it didn't seem so. As for Omar, this was going to get him fired. He has violated my new unspoken rule. Going around to tell his colleagues that I had employed someone and kept him in the cubicle. I was all for protecting my image and if this got out, the paparazzi and the public would start looking out for him and I didn't want that. It was going to draw attention to us, which was a bad thing. It was
FINN. Once she took off her jacket, my eyes raked down her body, taking in the shape of her full breasts. Fuck. She had no bra on. That was why I felt her softness against me when she purposefully brushed my shoulder. Her nipples puckered and I could see the outline of its roundness. She had a nasty smile on and when she bit her lower lip, I felt the walls I had built around me to resist her break into pieces. There was something about her biting her lower lip that drove me crazy. I used to find it cringy when other women did it to look elaborately sexy, but she is natural. It came to her. "Don't you stand up from there," She commanded in a soft voice, but it was laced with a firm resolve. I sat back, still, and watched her. Her hand traveled up her belly and stopped on her breasts. She hadn't done anything yet and my groin was starting to tighten. She smiled when she saw my expression change and kneaded on her breasts, softly moaning and her eyes on m
SCARLETT. I went back to my office, sated. A permanent smile was plastered on my face. I opened the door to my office only to see Marsais standing in my office. From her stance, it seemed she had waited for quite a while. "Ahem." I cleared my throat. She turned immediately and nodded politely at me, waiting till I was fully settled in my seat. I turned to the other side of my desk, staring at the floor to ceiling mirror Lucas had gotten mounted there some time ago before he left. Sighing, I remembered the reason why he had done that. I was nearly caught one day. Apparently, the back of my dress had ridden up and I had forgotten to check it out after Lucas had given me one of his best backshots. I had walked into the board room, wondering why I was being stared at in shock. I didn't have a horn on my head, did I? Marsai had saved me. She had whispered into my ears about my situation and, in shock, I pulled it down before laughing and lying that I hadn't redresse