The Day I Married My Boss

Chapter 1

Give It To Me~

OLIVIA

This wasn't the ideal place to unwind, but I didn't give a fuck when I walked in here, ready to give my virginity to the first handsome man I'd come across.

But I've laid my eyes on four men, and still I felt... nothing.

"You seem lonely." The bartender, Ted, passed another drink my way.

"I do?" I grabbed the drink and tossed it down my throat, wincing as it stung.

It was hard to get a pass into this bar. According to Bella, it was the best and elite bar for the rich folks.

I was broke, yes, but for tonight, I intended to taste something far better than poor made Volka.

"I've worked as a bartender for two years, and I know lonely people; I read them like I read labels on unmixed tonic."

I hissed, downing another shot of hot Vodka.

"Be careful, love. Gulping Vodka like that— I'd be cautious if I were you." When I turned around, I wasn't expecting to see a Greek God in human form.

I swallowed back the rebuttal that sat on the tip of my tongue, eyes dilated as I took him in.

The bartender slipped a Martini to the Greek God, and he thanked him before looking back at me.

Blame it on the shots of Vodka I've taken but I wasn't the least embarrassed that I was caught checking him out, instead I was all out on it, my eyes darting the big frame of his muscles and the perfect shape of his jaw, accompanied with two beautiful grey eyes, a structured nose and lashes so long, I'd swear he fixed it but.. somehow I know he didn't.

"And why's that? Because I'm a woman?" I prodded, darting back to the bartender and asking for a refill.

"Because you're too beautiful to be all alone, sitting in a bar and gulping down Vodka too strong for you."

"Was the compliment meant to tone down your sexism?"

"Sexism? I don't have anything against feminists, love. I'm only looking out for you." He replies.

"I came here to unwind, and if hot Vodka is what I want, it's what I'll get." I tipped another down my throat.

I should have walked away. I should have asked for his name. Instead, I found myself staring at those impossible grey eyes and wondering what it would feel like to be wanted by someone like him.

The drink had successfully ruined my thoughts of reasoning; that's why when I looked up at him again, staring at him watch me with those fuck me grey eyes, I told him something I never thought I'd say.

"Let's have sex."

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Lips clashed on mine, hot breath and tongue, ruining my thoughts as he dragged me under the fog and back.

I hissed when his fingers dug into my hair, bringing me closer until there was no space and all I could breathe was him.

The elevator opened, and he doesn't stop, even for a moment, as we crossed the threshold of his apartment, my legs wrapped around him as he devoured every inch of my mouth.

I've never been kissed like this before. It feels so good and so perfect, so in sync as our bodies touch with fervour of deep longing.

"Wait...." I whispered, not because I wanted him to stop, but because I needed a second to breathe.

But he doesn't, and I don't know if I should be grateful or not. He encloses my lips once again, prodding my mouth open as his tongue fights for dominance.

His large hand palm my ass, and he kneaded the soft flesh and then slapped my ass hard.

I whimpered, the sound so raw and soft...I felt so good.

He did it again and again, then massaged the soft flesh before squeezing it.

He walked us to his bedroom and dropped me on the bed.

I wasn't given a chance to glance around as he kissed me again, but slowly this time...as though he was savouring the taste of my mouth.

I wrapped my hands around him and kissed him back passionately.

His mouth left mine, pressing kisses down my cheek and my collarbone, until my dress was pushed down my body and my nipple right in front of his mouth for the taking.

His eyes were on mine as he lowered his mouth and took the pink bud into his mouth, his eyes unwavering.

I moaned, my fingers running through his hair.

It felt so good....so perfect.

"No, eyes on me. Eyes on me as I make you feel so good, you'll always remember me." He said and did it again.

I whimpered, unable to keep my eyes open.

A slap on my pussy jolted my body; my eyes snapped open as a loud whimper left my mouth.

"Good. I said, eyes on me, love." He smirked.

"I can't....." I moaned, our eyes on each other as he sucked my nipples deep into his mouth, squeezing the other and bringing me to a pleasure so new, it felt so unreal.

His mouth left my breast with a loud pop, and he trailed down my belly button, and down where I need him the most.

"I.... don't you think I should wash up first, you know it's been a long day and— oh my God!" I whimpered, my eyes shut as he kissed my pussy through my panties.

"You're perfect the way you are, love." He said.

"Every." A kiss. "Part." Another. "Of you." Another kiss.

His fingers curl around the sides of my panty as he slipped it out of my ass and pulled it down, slowly, his eyes still on me.

I never thought sex would be like this. Was it sex? Or was it him? He made everything so good and so perfect; I wish I had met him sooner to do this.

Maybe it was fate to meet him tonight.

I don't dwell on it, not that I'm given a chance to, as he pressed a kiss on my pussy and sucked so hard, I swear I saw stars

I screamed. I screamed so hard that if this wasn't the penthouse of the building, I was sure people would come to my aid.

He does it again, and I buckled, but his hands on my waist pushed me down.

A chuckle escaped his lips as he began to fuck me with his tongue, pushing his tongue deep inside me. I was beginning to wonder if he was real.

My eyes were wide open, but I couldn't see. My throat hurt from screaming, and I began to wiggle as he brought me to my third orgasm, my legs shaking from so much ministrations; I was sure I would pass out if he didn't stop.

He stopped and got up to undress.

I couldn't move a muscle; I felt spent, tired, but ready for the brewing orgasm that was building up deep inside my belly.

When he undressed his trousers, I gasped in awe of how perfect a man can be.

How can one man embody such perfect shape and muscles?

"Like what you see?" He raised a brow, a wide grin on his lips.

I nodded, dazed and waiting. I'll wait as long as he told me to.

If this was how sex would be, I'd definitely do it every day.

But I don't think sex without him would ever be the same.

After all, he was and will always be a one-night stand.

What are the chances I'll see him again......

TBC