ANNATORIA
Could he be the CEO?
Darius Thorne of Thorne Innovations, who has always managed to evade the public eye?
With this much gorgeousness and charismatic aura, how did he hide himself for so long? He is just so alluring.
But wait… What's with my body?
I can feel my pussy heating up with desire. The desire to be touched by this man- a thoroughly, utterly, complete stranger.
I don't know why, I doubt I would figure out why, but I just want to close the gap between us and kiss those pinkish lips till my soul is satisfied.
I want those big, veiny hands mapping every part of my…
God, Annatoria! What is wrong with you?
“You must be Annatoria Smith.” His savoury voice added to the chaos building within me. My legs could have turned jelly if I wasn't firmly holding on to the little shred of dignity I had left.
“You are welcome to the Innovation Team.” Even his smile makes me want him to do things to me. “I am Darius.” He stretched his hand. “Darius Thorne.”
I was right. The radiance of a CEO is written all over him.
But why? Just why am I so primally pulled to this sexy man? Why is my always neglected pussy aching to feel him?
Something must be wrong with me. Or am I finally facing the fate of a woman with growing hormones?
“Annatoria,” Kaelen, the project manager, called, and I turned to him. Like a switch, every desire I was feeling died, so I focused on him. “The CEO’s hand. Shake it.”
“O-oh.” My body reluctantly faced Darius Thorne. As much as I tried to evade his gaze, I couldn't. I saw the amusement in his eyes, and like that, the desire switch turned back on. “Hmm.” I stopped myself from crossing my legs. “Nice… nice to meet you. Oh my.” A sharp pinch held my clit, and my unsteady voice almost moaned. “Oh my.”
“Are you fine?” Darius, with subtle concern in his eyes, asked, and I deduced that he was not one of those snobbish CEOs who look down on people.
What could he be hiding behind that niceness? And why on earth am I more turned on just by thinking about his niceness?
“Miss Annatoria?”
“Of course.” I laughed at my weirdness. “I am just… You know…” My feet were already backing away from the man before I could become a bigger mess. I exhaled hard, and shrugged nonchalantly as I said, “First day jitters? I guess?”
He smiled. “You will adjust in no time. The Innovation Team is-”
“Excuse me!” I screamed when my nipples pressed against my shirt, igniting greater pleasure. With my hands holding my waist as painfully as possible, I announced, “I need to use the restroom.”
“So rude,” someone in the office commented, but I ignored that, and all the stares pointed at me. And rushed to the nearest door in sight.
“Annatoria?” Kaelen’s gentle voice called.
“I can't wait!” I kept rushing.
“The restroom is that way.” I turned. He was pointing in the opposite direction. “You should-”
“Thank you!” I ran in that direction without sparing the CEO another glance.
Once I reached the restroom, I located the last stall, locked the door, pulled up my skirt, rolled down my pantyhose and gasped at the sight of the wetness that had formed within those few seconds.
What on earth kind of sexual frustration am I dealing with here? And why did it choose to show up at this crucial time?! And why the fuck does it only activate when I look at Darius Thorne.
Well, to be truthful, Darius Thorne is my type of man.
His sleek wolf haircut will be perfect to run my hands through when we go on dates and have good, sexy times. His greenish-almost hazel eyes are ones I always wished to wake up to see. And those lips of his…
Ahh… I am doomed. This sexual frustration of mine will be the death of me.
“Annatoria,” I started to give myself a pep talk, “focus. Don't let horniness ruin this for you. You are better than this.” I slapped the tiled walls. “Darius Thorne? He might be your type, but consider him your enemy. You are here to ruin him, to expose the shady deeds of his company. Stay focused. Don't think about wrapping your legs around him. Okay?”
After a grunt of determination, my inner soul found peace. I then urinated, cleaned up, and adjusted my clothes.
In front of the mirror, after washing my hands, I loosened a button on my shirt to see what was going on with my mark.
Shockingly, it was shinier than before. The gold looked like it would make me good money if I carved it out of my skin.
As it is, I think it is time for me to find answers to this strange mark. What if it is some sort of disease, branding itself like a treasure? Also, the way it ached when I saw the CEO was not normal.
Anyway, I am calmer now. Thank God.
I adjusted some loose strands of my puffed afro, straightened my posture and headed out to get acquainted with my new workplace.
“Are you feeling better now?” Kaelen’s voice met me halfway.
I scanned the room, confirmed that the CEO was no longer in sight, then I answered, “I needed to go number two. The stuff I ate this morning must have messed me up.”
“Oh, that's not good. I have some medication for digestion if you need it, I-”
My feet suddenly stopped. I maintained a grim look and stared at the man.
“Mr Kaelen,” I said, “I appreciate your assistance. But it makes me uncomfortable.” Someone gasped, but I ignored it. “I am here to learn how to be better at my job. Please, refrain from being too friendly.”
Kaelen's eyes fluttered with brief sadness. If he had not hidden it fast enough, it would have swayed me a bit.
“I see. Your desk is at the end of the room.” I followed the finger he pointed. “The seat opposite the CEO’s office.”
“Huh?!”
“Have a great day.”
I did not get to ask if he was joking about my seat placement. He walked away without flashing another wide smile.
Thank God he took my message seriously. Curbing his niceness this early is for the best.
That aside, I think I might be in danger.
If my seat is that close to the CEO’s office, what's the point of that pep talk? It won't work!
You know what? Let me confirm it first. I need to see with my own eyes that my seat is indeed where Kaelen said it is.
I moved a few steps past the seated staff, who kept trailing me with their eyes.
When I found my desk, I confirmed that I was indeed in trouble. Opposite my desk was the huge, glass office of the CEO. Darius Thorne was thankfully not there.
But what do I do when he is in his office and I have to work at the same time?
Should I turn my desk to face the wall? Or should I ask Kaelen or whoever to change my seat?
I have to do something. I cannot take risks, allowing my sexual desires to take over me. This mission has to be seamless and problem-free as much as possible.
Speaking about the mission, I have to find a good time to search this office. The chances of finding something useful are low but never zero.
“What are you staring at?” The heavy accent in that voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “Do you have something to say?”
“Are you a dumb human?” she asked, flexing her height, her blue eyes and crimson lips glinting with mischief.
“Of course not,” I calmly responded.
“Then answer when I speak to you.” I might be crazy for saying this, but I think she wants to pick a fight with me. “If you are going to be useless, leave this company before I make a mess of you.”
“I just got here.” Her eyes wrinkled with brief anger at my smug reply. “Why on earth would I leave?”
“Whatever.” Without a glance more, she sashayed out of my sight, headed into the CEO's office, and the glass walls turned non transparent.
Oh well… If covering the glass will always be the case, that would be for the best. If not, I will have to find a means to survive my surprising attraction to Darius Thorne.
ANNATORIAUgh… My head keeps aching.Forcing myself to eat and take medication before leaving the apartment didn’t help. And it’s all thanks to that nightmare, lurking and growing in the shadow of my thoughts, scaring me into worrying that I would experience that piercing iciness again. My lips scrunched in annoyance, I massaged my forehead to relieve my pain. Of course, that didn’t work. So, after the automated barricade before me approved my ID, I decided to ignore the pain. Ignoring my pain is easy stuff. It worked for me during my sixth and most memorable mission. I was shot by an idiot drug cartel leader, but I ignored the sting until I securely tied him up minutes later. So, with a mind determined to survive my headache, I inhaled, exhaled and straightened my posture. Then, headed into the elevator, which slid open before I could press the open button. After someone walked out, it was just me and a suited man standing in a corner. Seconds later, the door slid open again, a
ANNATORIA This particular Friday was faster than I thought it would be. After setting up my desk, I didn’t do much. I just focused on drawing a map of the TI building to draft ways to infiltrate certain rooms. Moments later, Kaelen, with a pout, approached my desk and told me to go home. That I’d be introduced to the staff on Monday when the CEO returns from his trip. Grateful that I would not have to confront my weirdness around Darius Thorne till Monday, I excitedly left, not minding others who, again, weren’t pleased by my presence. But who cares?While humming my favourite tune, I headed to the elevator. It slid open, I walked in and somehow… everything became dark. Pitch dark. I was not only startled, but my entire soul also knotted with immense fear as if something deadly would crawl out of that unexpected darkness to steal my soul. When a simple breath left me, I managed to break free of that feeling. I blinked, and the space became bright again. Huh… What the heck was t
ANNATORIACould he be the CEO? Darius Thorne of Thorne Innovations, who has always managed to evade the public eye?With this much gorgeousness and charismatic aura, how did he hide himself for so long? He is just so alluring. But wait… What's with my body?I can feel my pussy heating up with desire. The desire to be touched by this man- a thoroughly, utterly, complete stranger. I don't know why, I doubt I would figure out why, but I just want to close the gap between us and kiss those pinkish lips till my soul is satisfied. I want those big, veiny hands mapping every part of my…God, Annatoria! What is wrong with you?“You must be Annatoria Smith.” His savoury voice added to the chaos building within me. My legs could have turned jelly if I wasn't firmly holding on to the little shred of dignity I had left. “You are welcome to the Innovation Team.” Even his smile makes me want him to do things to me. “I am Darius.” He stretched his hand. “Darius Thorne.” I was right. The radia
ANNATORIAThe structure of the Thorne Innovations building has always been a hot topic, and I finally understand why. Pictures do no justice to the careful, artistic and structural touch applied to the building. It’s so appealing that I ended up spending about ten minutes staring at the beauty. I would have remained in that spot if someone had not hurriedly brushed their shoulder against mine. After I sneered at the fool who didn't bother to apologise, I hugged my file jacket to my chest, adjusted my skirt, held my head high and headed for the recruitment office where my employment would be confirmed. It's on days like these that I wonder how normal workers endure the first-day jitters. Working in a new environment is never easy. Well, for me, once I find my place, everything becomes fine. I face my job and carry out my spy duties without holding back. “Miss Smith? Annatoria Smith?” The woman I met at the entrance of the office ducked her head to glance through her hexagon-shap
ANNATORIA I am still here. In W.O.O.T. Days have passed, and I am still yet to believe that my experience at the Lycan's den was just a dream or a figment of my imagination. I can recall every bit of memory in that place. I can still feel that piercing cold in my system. My body still remembers how it hated the Lycan's touch. So, how come? Why does no one in the agency doesn't believe me?Okay. Chill, Annatoria.I think I need to retrace my steps. But what is there to retrace? I don't have any recollection of what happened after I lost consciousness while between the Lycan's legs. If the werewolves placed me in that movie theatre, that would be strange. Those beasts never let go of their victims, not to mention a spy who came to infiltrate their system. So, what is the deal here?!How did I go from squirming beneath the Lycan to suddenly appearing in a movie theatre of all places? That too, unconscious. Will I ever be able to solve this mystery? Should I risk appearing crazy t
ANNATORIAA lot of time passed in that darkness. I ended up falling asleep. But the sleep was too short. It did not save me from the Lycan’s intention.And now that I am awake and in another room, I can feel myself crumbling even harder.Right now, my hands are chained above me. Thankfully, the pain from that was bearable. I turned my focus to the room. This one was not shrouded in thick darkness, so I could easily see the layout; simple yet mysterious, a little reflection of the Lycan's aura. All that was in the room was a table at the far end of the stone walls and a large bed. Oh, did I mention that I am on the bed? Yep. The hard, very uncomfortable bed. Truly, I can’t escape this. I am doomed. And about to be fucked by a supernatural being who I strongly feel is not merciful in the slightest way. While my mind tried not to break down, I looked down to see that I had been changed into a black, skimpy gown. It exposed most of my lower body, and nothing I did to hide my thighs wo