CHAPTER 4

Declan couldn't help but lick his lips as his hands began to move up and down from the length of his body.

He closes his eyes as he enjoys the sensation. To release his lust, he must first leave Margaux to accompany the girl into his office.

He had moved to the far end of the cubicle. When he began to move his hands, he felt even more uneasy.

Declan then imagines Margaux, leaning down on his crotch and blowing him up. He became increasingly aroused and smiled as he imagined the girl was making him happy.

Declan opened his eyes abruptly. The thought of Margaux's folly frightened him.

"Oh fuck!" he yelled, and was punched on the side of the wall in frustration. Declan's stomach continues to ache because he hasn't completely expelled all of his juices.

"Margaux is not a woman to even praise; she is not a woman, damn it!" Declan scolded himself and fell silent for a moment as he imagined Margaux's bulging chest oozing out of her spaghetti top.

He was tensed once more. Because of this, his pupils constricted.

Declan stood up angrily, oblivious to the fact that his pain persisted. He exited the cubicle by zipping the zipper shut.

He noticed Kendra raising her hand across the comfort room's doorway and looking at him seductively.

Kendra was one of his employees, and he had several affairs with her.

"Would you like to release the body heat, sir?" Kendra asked flirtatiously, and Declan motioned for the girl to come over.

Before closing the door, the woman smiled. In turn, he gradually opened his pants and gave birth to his stretch.

Declan noticed Kendra gulping twice.

"Large and... ahh! Sir!"

Declan grabbed the girl and pushed her against the wall.

One of his favorite ways to devour a woman her was tooking them from behind.

"Pinned your breast on the wall, lady," he said, and the woman immediately obeyed.

Declan, on the other hand, did not hesitate to sweep her gown and immediately inserted his length into its delicateness.

"... aaah! S-sir, D-Declan, y-yeah fuck me hard, ahhh!" Margaux's face faded from his sight as he began to plunge quickly into the woman's hood.

With his eyes closed, he allowed himself to be delighted by the girl's alluring face.

"—Fuck! Oh, my god! D-Declan, ahhn! More! D-deep!" Declan's treatment of Margaux's delicacy was pull-out, hardly, and rough. When he heard its seductive growl, he became even more ecstatic.

"M-Margaux!... aaaaah, f-fuck!" Declan's lips parted, but he was taken aback when the woman in front of him abruptly left, causing him to open his eyes.

Declan found Kendra's tone angry when his partner asked, "Who is Margaux?" And now he's having a complete mental breakdown.

"W-what?" Declan asked back, asking the girl because he had no idea what the woman was saying.

"Don't respond to me with that furious look, Declan; you mentioned her name instead of shouting my name." His lips parted. He did mention Margaux's name?

Oh, Jesus Grace!

"Is she the woman you're going to bring into your company? Is that flirty woman still wearing the—"

"Don't even dare to call Margaux a flirt, Kendra!"

Because of his enraged yell, the girl took a step back. In turn, he was taken aback by his incredible scream.

"I'm leaving." Kendra was already out of the cubicle before Declan could respond, and he couldn't believe it.

Calling Margaux's name while he is with another associate is a new experience for him.

He frowned before closing the zipper on his pants and leaning tiredly against the wall.

Declan should take action to prevent this from happening again. But the question is, is he capable of doing so?

LOOKING at the strewn papers on Declan's desk, Margaux's eyes narrowed and she thought the man was truly rebellious.

Margaux adjusted her clothes, but when she looked down, she discovered that she was not dressed as a corporate secretary.

"That annoying Declan the bastard!" she murmured softly to herself as she rushed over to Declan's table, sat down, and began to put away his belongings.

Yes, her plans went as planned, but she couldn't quite imagine what she was going to wear on her first day as the man's secretary.

Margaux can see from his reaction that Declan was gradually becoming interested in her, but not fully. When that happens, she will light a lamp on the floor to commemorate the fact that she is the victor of her vengeance.

Margaux sat in the swivel chair for a few more seconds, putting away some of the important papers that appeared to have been passed by a storm due to the amount of clutter.

She then noticed a red object taped to the far end of the table, and Margaux only realized it was lipstick when she brought her face closer to it and stroked it with her index finger.

When the door suddenly opened, she looked up, and it made a very loud noise.

Margaux rose to her feet. Especially when she saw a beautiful woman who was furious at her and quickly walked towards her.

"How dare you, bitch!" Given the speed of events, Margaux did not disarm the woman right away.

Her right hand landed hard on her cheek, twisting her head as a result of the force of the impact.

Margaux's eyes widened as she looked up in surprise at the woman who had slapped her.

She, on the other hand, will not take advantage of the situation. She also raised her hand to return the slap.

The more force she received, the more powerful she unleashed.

"Birth, flirty, whore!" Margaux just raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms, staring at the woman.

"Are you referring to yourself, young lady?"

The woman's face darkened and she immediately raised her right hand to slap her again, but Margaux's reflexes were quick and she quickly caught the woman's arm.

Declan came up with that phrase in the scene to greet the man inside. When his gaze shifted to the hand she was holding on the woman, his attention was drawn to her. Declan rushed over to where they were, while a dark face stared at her.

Goodness! Margaux appears to be the bad guy in this situation!

"Drop your hands, Margaux," Declan yelled angrily as she was unable to move due to her shock.

What difference does it make? Will he defend this snobbish woman more than she, who was the first to complain?

"Are you okay, Kendra?" Declan asked, and Margaux couldn't help but roll her eyes.

As she turned her gaze to Margaux, a woman named Kendra secretly smiled at her.

When Declan caressed the temple, it resurfaced with its face and acted hurt once more.

The two idiots are flirting with her in front of her. How enthralling!

"Get out first, Kendra, and return to your position; I'll just speak with Margaux."

"However, what might she say—"

"I have more faith in you than she does."

Margaux became irritated. Is Declan truly so enraged by her that he will insult her again in front of his woman?

Declan confronted the woman named Kendra as soon as she emerged.

She then noticed his subdued reaction while staring at her adamantly. Then he said something.

Declan has his arms crossed and his hands clasped as he asks, "What happened?"

Margaux, on the other hand, was cast as a character on the air because... Why would she speak if he doesn't make her believe?

"I slapped your girl!" Margaux bravely exclaimed in his face, and she was taken aback when Declan abruptly approached her without taking his gaze away from her.

Declan appeared in front of her shortly after. They are only a few inches apart. Declan then pulls her shoulders back and turns her to face him.

Declan looked her in the eyes for the first time in her life, and he was serious.

After a while, he lowered his face to force them to look at each other. Brows furrowed before he fixed his gaze on her lips.

"Margaux, tell me what really happened when I'm not there."

"That's what I slapped—"

Declan suddenly touched his lips to Margaux's, and she couldn't finish what she was about to say. Margaux's mind immediately blanked out.

Declan's lips moved to savor her delectable mouth, and she felt his hands travel to her body and find his hands at her peak.

The young man turned her around and pressed his body against Declan's. His hands were now massaging Margaux's breast, and she admitted that she was having a great time.

Then she closes her eyes and lets Declan ravish her with all of his might. She expertly wrapped her arm around Declan's neck, and the man intensified the kiss.

Margaux can't stop groaning.

"Shit! Margaux!" Declan exclaimed, her delicacy caressed by his hands. Despite the fact that she was still wearing leggings, the young man inserted his hand into her delicacy.

Margaux embraced the sweetness that engulfed her entire being. This is her first time being touched, and Declan remains the first man she allows to touch her body.

Her lips parted, even though Declan was already caressing her clitoris.

Then, startled, she opened her eyes. And pushed Declan as hard as she could. The young man appeared taken aback by what she had done to his already manly eyes.

Margaux fiddled with her clothes and couldn't bear looking at the young man. And she, on the other hand, hears Declan's slow laughter.

She shifted her gaze to the young man at an inconvenient moment.

And I even saw him licking the finger he used to caress his cl*toris.

Margaux backed away and was about to leave Declan's office when he grabbed her arm and effortlessly converted her once more.

Declan is on her back, and Margaux is on his. He hugged her tightly, as if he didn't want to let her go.

Margaux's hair miraculously healed when she felt Declan's kiss on her neck while he massaged her breasts once more.

"You're not going to be able to get rid of me now, Margaux," he said seductively.

Declan's enticing voice made her hair stand on end.

"D-Declan, l-leave me alone, you beast!"

"Not until you're willing to lie naked in bed with me," he said, her face flushed. There's anxiety, fear, and... excitement. Declan, on the other hand, is not the type of man she will let him break the most stringent rules she has set aside for her future husband.

Her mind began to work at that moment. Margaux raised her right foot and broke what was between Declan's thighs.

Declan was able to free her, and she moved away from him quickly.

As he held the squirming in pain stretch, the young man jumped in pain.

Margaux felt sorry because she knew it had caused great pain, but she felt no remorse in particular, and it appeared that the young man had no intention of letting her go.

She then laughed quietly to herself. She was victorious in the first stage.

"Y-you will pay for this, Margaux, you will pay for this.

"I'm willing to do anything that — aww! It fucking hurts."

Maragux smiled as she held her successful invisible trophy in her right hand. She was about to open the door when Declan appeared in front of her, his silly grin still on her.

Goodness!

"Asshole, release me, help!" Margaux yelled effortlessly as it loaded her like a sack of rice on his right arm.

She slapped his back, but Declan just spanked her butt.

"Declan! Release me!" she yelled again, but Margaux could only hear his loud laughter.

"There's no point in shouting, Margaux; this is my office, and it's completely soundproof."

As a result, she was even more nervous. Especially after he turned left on the road and Declan was still walking down the long corridor while the man carried her on his right arm.

"Declan, where are you taking me, you jerk!"

"In my private room, Margaux. You have nothing to lose now, and we will both scream in pleasure once I'm in."

Margaux's thoughts are wandering all over the place. Declan is the man she despises, but... Why does she appear to enjoy it?

What was the source of her sudden excitement?

What made her think that she would enjoy what Declan would do to her?

B-but....

"Declan... please put me down! Have mercy on me," the young man said as he came to a halt before entering what he claimed was a private room.

Then it lowered her, and when she looked up, his face darkened.

Declan then spoke, and she was taken aback by his icy tone.

"Leave, Margaux, before I do something you don't approve of."

He bowed, and Maragux sighed as he heard Declan's rage.

"Leave now, what are you waiting for?"

Declan yelled, and Margaux backed away. Declan was enraged because she could see it with his eyes.

He'd just realized he was re-spelling the corridor back to Declan's office. She even caught Mr. Conrad's attention in astonishment by looking behind her.

"Ms. Anson, did you happen to see Mr. Heisenberg—" she cut him off and just kept walking out of Declan's office without saying anything.

Shit!

And then Margaux realized something about her plan;

How long could she keep pretending to be Declan's secretary for the next few days?

And will she be able to exact her vengeance so soon?