5. Can I help You?

~Vivian~

Monday has come. I decided to apply several layers of foundation to my face to hide the ugly scar. I just want to see myself beautiful again.

"What inspired you to hide the scar on your face?" Debra asked out of the blue while applying pink lipstick to her lips. "Let me guess, was it Sir Steve?" she asked.

"Nothing and no one. I'm in the mood to do my face. You suggested it, so why not?" I replied casually.

"Liar," Debra said with a grin.

I roll my eyes. Debra is a hopeless romantic. She spends all her salary paying handsome masseur men in the massage parlor to have sex with her. She told me that paid sex is better than nothing because she didn't want to die a virgin.

A few minutes later, we are on board the bus going to work.

After arriving at the building, all eyes are on me. The guards and the other tenants of the building can't take their eyes off me. They were probably shocked by my transformation. I have chosen not to wear the uniform provided to me by the company because it's wash day today. I wore skinny jeans accentuating my curves and a floral blouse that enhanced my beauty.

"Can't you see? Everyone's attention is on you," Debra whispered.

"Just ignore them. Their reaction is normal. They are not used to seeing me like this," I said, walking confidently as if I owned the entire building. I'm used to these kinds of stares in the past, nothing new to me. My mother told me that I had a captivating beauty that could mesmerize everyone, especially men.

We arrived on the 30th floor and I quickly got into work mode, ready to mop the floor. I only have 30 minutes to spare before everyone arrives.

After twenty minutes, I was done mopping the floor. I was arranging the coffee, sugar and creamer on the table when they started arriving.

I knew Sir Harold is already in his office. So I made him a coffee and entered his office. "Good morning, sir! Coffee for you," I said cheerily, putting the cup and saucer on his desk.

When I raised my head, he was looking at me as if he had seen a ghost. "Wow, you look so breathtakingly beautiful without the scar on your face, Vivian," he commented, unable to get his eyes off my face.

Wow, he called me by my first name!

I smiled brightly. "Thank you for the compliment, sir. Enjoy your coffee," I said, moving towards the door.

Before I exited the door, I looked over my shoulder and noticed that he was still staring at me. I smiled inwardly.

Alex and the others told me that they could stare at my face all day long and they would never get tired. They also said that my beauty could make them forget about their problems.

I went to the table and placed the tray. I needed to go to the bathroom and check the cubicles that needed cleaning.

When I arrived there, I heard several employees gossiping inside the cubicle.

"That scarface Vivian is a flirt. She seduced my crush Sir Steve last night! That woman is a slut!"

"Yeah, she is! She's trying hard to look beautiful by putting layers of foundation on her face, but she will always look ugly with her scars! Social climber!"

"Shh, lower your voice. Vivian might come anytime soon," the third woman said.

I hide inside the empty cubicle, pretending I'm taking a pee.

After the women left, I released the breath I'm holding. I've always known that women are envious of other women's beauty. I'm an easy target now by those women who are insecure about their looks.

Sigh. If I want to live in peace I must continue to live with my ugly self.

After I finished cleaning the women's restroom I went to the men's room and began to work. A guy entered and did his thing.

Then he saw me and initiated a conversation with me. I humored this guy because he had always been kind to me despite my scars.

Unfortunately, that was the moment his secret girlfriend arrived and saw us talking to each other. She came straight to me and slapped me hard in the face. I was shocked, caught off guard by her mean attitude.

"Slut! Leave my boyfriend alone!" she yelled angrily at my face, nostrils flaring.

The guy quickly intervened and apologized, dragging his hysterical girlfriend outside.

Damn, that hurts! I caressed the area of my face hit by that jealous freak woman.

I looked in the mirror, staring at my own reflection. Damn, had the curse been activated already?

I told myself to stay calm and avoid taking revenge against that jealous freak woman.

Morning passed like a blur. I was grateful that no more incidents happened to me the whole day.

But I noticed that Sir Harold requested a total of 6 cups of coffee the whole day instead of his usual three cups. And each time I brought him his coffee, he would stare intensely at my face as if he was smitten by my beauty. When my scar was still visible, he wouldn't even look me in the eyes even for a minute.

I'm thinking he will get over his initial shock. I will give him three days to wake up from his infatuation.

But five days later, Harold was still enamored with my captivating beauty as though I was a goddess. He was clearly obsessed with my irresistible beauty. Should I be happy now?

"Vivian, I want to promote you," he said casually while sipping his coffee, his eyes glued to my face.

Shocked, I can only say, "What kind of promotion, sir?"

"I want you to become my personal secretary because you have lots of potential. You will take over Debra's position. I will instruct her to train you," he said in a serious tone.

I was stunned. "No, sir. I don't want to be your secretary. Please don't fire Debra from her position because of me. She will hate me!" I protested, begging him to reconsider his decision.

"No, I already made up my mind. I want you to be my personal secretary, that's my decision," he said with finality in his tone.

I left Harold's office in daze. When I passed by in the hallways, the men looked at me with lust and adoration shimmering in their eyes. The women looked at me with undisguised envy and hatred flashing in their eyes. I suddenly became their enemy just because I decided to become beautiful again.

The whole afternoon passed like a blur.

Thank goodness, no further incidents happened that day.

Just when I thought everything would be fine, I noticed the forlorn expression in Debra's eyes when we finally went home.

After we arrived home, I asked her what the problem was. "Are you okay? What's the matter? Why do you look sad today?"

Debra's eyes glistened with tears. "Sir Harold wants to promote you as his private secretary and he will transfer me to his other company. I don't like working at his other company!" she said in protest.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. I told him I wasn't interested in being his secretary. I don't understand why he is telling you that. Don't worry, tomorrow I will submit my resignation," I said, trying to rectify the situation.

Debra looked at me with tears of relief in her eyes. "Are you sure? You would really do that for me? But what are you going to do with your life?" she asked anxiously.

I smiled. "Don't worry about me. I always survive. I'm like a cat with 9 lives," I said, cracking a joke to lighten our mood.

"Are you sure?" she asked again.

"Yup. I have no problem finding a job and you know that. I'm going to rest," I said, moving towards my room.

The moment I entered my room, I felt like I wanted to cry. Anxiety is eating me up right now. I need to go somewhere to forget my problem even for a short time. I need a good foot massage right now. Sex is even better. Yeah, sex never fails to give me a different level of high.

Then I remembered Mr. X in the massage parlor. He was good! I suddenly craved his huge dick inside me.

I grabbed my purse and left my room. "I will buy sanitary napkins in the store nearby," I told Debra, heading to the door.

"OK," Debra replied as she continued watching a soap opera on TV in the living room.

I left the house and was about to hail a cab when a luxurious car stopped in front of the apartment. I noticed it was Sir Steve's car.

He got out of his car and blocked my path. "Where are you going, Vivian?"

"Going to the Therapeutic Massage Parlor for some great fucking," I responded shamelessly, walking away.

The surprised reaction on his face was amusing.

He caught up with me and said, "Alright, get inside the car. I'll give you a ride to the massage parlor."

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"Yup, so get in my car now. Let's go!" he said.

Why not? I need a free ride because I'm itching to get laid tonight. I slid into the front seat of his car and fastened my seatbelt.

He started the engine and drove to our destination.

After a few minutes of silence, he began talking. "Why are you so horny today? What's going on? Why are you acting this way? May I know what your problem is? Maybe I could help you."

"None of your business!" I snapped at him. "I'm horny as fuck so don't mess up with me."

He smirked and said, "Can I help you with that?"

"Only 7 inches dick is allowed to enter my juicy pussy. How long is yours?" I asked, deliberately insulting him.

Stunned, he looked at me as if I was the devil incarnate. "What the hell?"

I burst into a giggle, amused by his reaction.

"Come on, Vivian, don't give me that BS. What is really your problem?" he asked.

"I just want to go wild and crazy tonight to forget my problems," I responded, my tone serious.

"Why don't you let me help you?" he asked. "Is it about money? Name the amount," he added casually.

"Sorry, but I think you don't have much in your account, you can't afford me," I insulted him again to stop him from pursuing me.

He fell silent and focused on driving. He probably thought I was a crazy woman. Right now he was already regretting offering me to work for his company.

Now that he has finally discovered my true color, I'm sure this will be the last time he sees me.

The car was enveloped in awkward silence.

After a short drive we finally arrived at the massage parlor. "Thank you for the ride," I said, quickly exiting his car.

I walked towards the entrance to the building and was shocked to see him following me inside.

"What are you doing?" I asked, glaring at him.

"I'm going to have a body massage too," he replied sarcastically.

"Whatever!" I went to the cashier and paid for a two-hour foot massage session with Mr. X. When I looked over my shoulder, Steve was already gone. Where is he now?

Ah, maybe he already returned to his car.

I went outside and noticed his car was still parked in the parking lot. So he didn't leave? Was he really serious about his intention of getting a body massage?

I continued looking for him outside. Yet, I couldn't find him.

Finally I gave up and entered the building. I proceeded to my designated room.

When I entered the dim room, Mr. X was already there, sitting on the sofa, waiting for me with his black mask on. This time he was already naked, wearing his boxer shorts.

"Sweetie, you came back too soon. Do you miss me already? Can't get enough of my 7 inch cock, eh?" he asked smugly, smirking.

Damn, just the mere mention of his 7-inch cock already made me wet with desire. My core pulsate with great anticipation.