An incident that happened in the past made a huge, embarrassing impact on a lot of people—and in my case, I’ll take it to my grave.What happened in that restaurant was pure catastrophe. It’s been three days since, but every time I see Johnny, my mind just replays how I... squirted on my seat.It was both relieving and disturbing at the same time.A lot of people were there, and we were the center of attention. I even saw an article about it yesterday.As much as I’ve got a lot of things to think about ahead, that night is still stuck right in the middle of my brain. Especially now that Johnny’s given me a new nickname: Squirtie. What the fudge?I stood by the shed under my umbrella, discreetly picking my nose that had been itching from the rainy weather.Saturday—finally. Supposed to be a rest day for me, but nope. Tamara just had to yank me out of my comfort zone."You didn’t mention to me that Johnny wanted you to go with him to Seattle," Tamara said as soon as I got into her car.
"Ouch..." I moaned while pulling on my underwear. I could feel my legs shaking, my body aching, and the soreness down there—yes, I felt it all.Like mashed potatoes. That’s me now.After being my boss’s lunch, snack, and dessert, I think I’ll need all the energy I can get just to survive dinner that is if I don’t pass out from cumming past my limit.Johnny wants me deserted, and I actually let him?Fudge. Him."What’s taking you so long?" Speak of the devil—Johnny suddenly barged into my room while I was still suffering from the wreckage he caused.Oh right, I forgot. He insisted on driving me home so I could change for dinner. Meanwhile, he’s already all clean and dressed up in a fresh, well-pressed silk shirt and pants that smell like a new, expensive car. Looking literally out of my budget. Gripping my skirt—the one I hadn’t worn yet—I used it to cover myself. This man really doesn’t understand the concept of privacy.I must’ve swallowed my yelp. I just stared at him, wide-eyed an
Lunch break’s over, but looks like I’m about to be the main course.“Ahh!” I gasped when Johnny pinned me against the wall of his office and claimed my lips like he owned them.He bit my lower lip, pulling a moan out of me.My hands trembled as I fumbled to unbutton his shirt, trying to focus on kissing him—while my brain was spinning in a thousand directions.He kissed me feverishly, his hands all over me—gripping, touching, squeezing every inch like he couldn’t get enough.The lust? It was too much. I could feel it in my skin. His touch only made it burn hotter, prickling and intense, it grows the fire from deep inside me.My legs were wrapped around his waist, suspended in the air. His big hands cupped my butt, holding me up like I weighed nothing while he devoured me like a starving wolf.He grew even more ravenous, licking and nibbling at my neck, leaving marks I’d have to cover later—if I even cared right now.I didn’t.I just needed him.Running my fingers through his hair, I y
“Respect in the workplace. That’s the most important part of working for this corporation. And that was entirely your idea, yes, Mr. Miles?”Doctor Weathers, a woman in her late fifties, directed her attention toward Johnny. She peered over her sleek rectangular glasses, hands resting gracefully on her lap as she sat on the long sofa.Her strict, stern, serious aura brought out a sweat all over me. I suddenly felt so hot—even with the air conditioner on.“I did?” Johnny replied, unsure. Or basically just clueless about the policies, ethics, protocols, or whatever else. Because for real—it was Tamara and her power moves that shaped the company. Johnny? He just kept it breathing with minimal effort. Or should I say… with his "magic".After what happened in his office, I thought I was going to lose my soul.What those expensive people saw? Scandalous. It was wrong—a really bad sight. Total eye-sore.Now I’m branded as a low-grade woman. And HR-approved behavior? Miss T’s idea. Not mine.
The plane landed safely. What’s not? My sanity. It flew right off my head the moment Johnny locked us in that damn cabin—and it hasn’t come back since.And honestly? It ruined my whole day.Jetlag? Nah. More like sexlag.I had to show up at the office totally sleep-deprived. No time to pick an actual outfit, so I just threw on whatever my hands landed on.“That would be your third cup.”I yelped when someone spoke from behind me just as I was adding ice to my coffee, sending it splashing in every direction.When I turned, I saw Stefano wincing. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” he said.“It’s okay. I’ve had way too much coffee. That’s probably why I’m jumpy,” I chuckled, grabbing some napkins to clean the mess.“You sure you’re okay?” he asked, with that sweet, worried tone as he stepped in to help.I shrugged. “Yeah, why not?”“I don’t know… you just seem a little off today,” he replied, tossing the napkins into the bin and grabbing a cup for himself.“Maybe it’s my outfit?” I glanc
Did I pass out? I saw darkness for a second there.When my eyes fluttered open, I thought I was in hell.I was lying on a fancy-ass soft bed that probably cost more than my entire education. Daniel was fanning me dramatically with a silver brochure while sipping his iced espresso.“And she lives,” he announced with a two-syllable enunciated laugh. “For a second there, sweet Cassidy, I thought your post-orgasm shame took you out permanently,” he teased, grinning widely.“Post—what? Excuse me?” I sat up so fast I almost headbutted him. “I… I fainted because of the sun. Not because of your—your filthy assumptions.”Daniel let out an amused hum, tossed the brochure, and it landed on the floor before he strolled over to the cabinet where the liquor was stored.“Where are we?” I asked, clutching my still-throbbing head.“Fifteen minutes mid-flight,” Johnny answered, and I turned toward him—only to find him lounging on the armrest across from me, wearing that smug, triumphant smirk. “And for
I was already in the lobby before the clock struck twelve. At noon. I'm no princess, there’s no prince on a white horse, and definitely no magic. Just me—and my awkward self. I stood next to a chair, both hands clutching my luggage and everything I bought with Johnny’s money. From where I stood, I could see my faint reflection in the glass wall. I was still wearing that bright maxi dress, but I’d thrown on some lovely printed leggings and a purple cardigan. My hair was up in a neat, low bun, and of course—my glasses. Honestly, I could say I’m a head-turner in this getup. But everyone kept crunching their noses and shooting me judgy looks. People… “Cassidy North!” Ugh. That familiar annoying voice came from behind me. I didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was. Daniel Miles. Johnny’s older cousin. If Johnny’s bad, Daniel is the worst. “Come on, girl. Give Daddy Danny a big hug!” He threw his arms open and wrapped me up in them before I could escape. “I missed you! Yo
I groaned as the buzzing beside the bed yanked me out of sleep.Fumbling around, I found a phone—not mine."Galactic Dic group chat?" I mumbled, blinking and rubbing my eyes. I had to squint at the screen like a grandma.This is definitely not my phone.The latest message, from someone named Captain Extortion, said: "Yo, 'Panty Collector' missed rooftop drinks last night. Who's the lucky girl, Johnny?"—followed by a flood of crying GIFs.Wait... what?I tossed the phone onto the bed just as Johnny been puked out by the bathroom, robe around his waist, towel in his hair.Our eyes met.He grinned, smug and annoyingly satisfied. He looked so proud—dripping with that post-sex confidence. I could already tell he was dying to mock me about finally sleeping with his secretary.Guess I’m getting fired."Sleeping Beauty’s up," he said.I yanked the blanket to my chin, holding it like a shield as he walked over.His scent—fancy hotel shampoo and something expensive—went from my nose then straig
“Where were your clothes, anyway? Weren’t you cold?” I asked as we stepped into the elevator.I was bundled head‑to‑toe, but he stood beside me in nothing but board shorts and a towel slung over one shoulder.What. A. Tease.“I’m the hottest man on earth,” he purred, winking.Right—no wonder I was sweating like hell.Ever since we had left the pool, I had felt his eyes soaking me in. Suspicious? Oh, please, no.The elevator dinged. Two women stepped in. Their gazes glued themselves to Johnny, and they giggled when he flashed a smile.“There’s a party on the rooftop—everyone’s invited,” the blonde chirped, while the brunette blatantly simped over my half‑naked boss. I shrank into the corner.“Sounds fun,” he said.The doors slid open on my floor, and I slipped out like a breeze, bee‑lining for my room. I didn’t even check whether Johnny followed.The jerk had oceans of time for women; he would forget a plain Jane like me in a heartbeat.Man‑whore.I scoffed and shoved my door open—only