Chapter Nine; Fate is a bitch

In the end, I received a two-week suspension for what happened. Regrettably, I wouldn't get to feature in the official launch of the new fashion line my team developed. As much as it pained me because my designs were the most formidable pieces in the project, I was glad I didn't lose my job.

“Take my cock like the needy bitch you are.”

I squeezed my eyes shut as a shiver ran up my spine, and I almost dropped Chelsea's can of food as the vivid image flashed through my mind.

It had been two weeks, but it felt like it happened yesterday.

Chelsea meowed, her tail brushing my feet to get my attention. I blinked back to reality and shook my head, almost as if to shake the memory off.

But I couldn't forget it; I mean, how could I just brush it off?

I had given my boss a freaking blowjob, ultimately crossing one of the activities on the list.

Give a blowjob. Check.

But I had never expected to complete it with Luke Graham.

My cheeks heated up as I flopped against the couch and squeale