Chapter 27

Diane's POV

Whoever wants to make my life a living hell more than it already is, I have no idea. I can't stop thinking about who could be behind the anonymous messages, but I have no clue yet.

I roll from one end of the bed to the other. I find it hard to fall asleep, and it could be because I know someone has been monitoring me closely, and the person sure doesn't have good plans for me.

"I have to make sure I lock the door." I mutter and get off the bed.

Some minutes ago, I checked the door and found it properly locked, and I'm on my way to check it again. It's safe to say I'm scared of what might be coming.

This might be a good time to have my friend come stay with me for a few days. Her company might make me feel safe. I get to the door and check again. It's properly locked.

To get to work on time tomorrow, I must sleep early, but what do I do when sleep isn't forthcoming? Drinking to a stupor is definitely not an option. I don't want a hangover tomorrow.

I look all around while returning to my room. It feels like someone is in the house with me, and I'm waiting for the person to show up in front of me. Anxiety is slowly creeping in.

"Is someone trying to blackmail me?" I ask myself after I step back into my room.

"If the culprit aims to get money from me, then he or she is in for a long wait." I reply to myself.

I have no money to give, and I wish the culprit knew. My phone's screen comes on, which means someone has just sent me a message. It could even be the blackmailer again.

I pick up my phone and realize I'm wrong. Conrad has just sent me a message. Actually, he's been sending me messages, but I didn't get a notification sound because my phone has been on silent.

A loud noise catches my ears and makes me drop my phone on the bed. Someone has just knocked on the door of my house. My heart starts to pound, and any moment now, it will rip out of my chest.

I run to my window and take a peep, though I don't know exactly what I'm looking for. I see a car parked outside, and it's a familiar one. I've seen it somewhere before, I'm sure.

The street light lets me see the car clearly, but I can't see its plate number because I only see its side view. Its windows are tinted, so I can't tell if anybody is in it.

"Diane!" I hear a voice scream my name. The voice sounds familiar too.

It takes me less than ten seconds to figure out who it belongs to. I storm out of my room and run straight to the door, not minding that I have only a bra and panties on.

"You could have worn something decent before coming to answer the door." Conrad says after I open it. I know the voice that screamed my name earlier belongs to him.

"That car is yours, right?" I ask.

"Yes, it's one of the cars I barely use." He replies and lets himself in.

I was right that the car is familiar. I've seen it in his compound a few times. I don't bother to go put on a dress that isn't so revealing. Nothing about my body is new to him.

It turns out I got scared for no reason. Nobody is here to harm me as I thought. It's just my boss paying me a harmless visit at this time of night. I think I know what he wants. He desires to have his cock sucked.

"Why are you here?" I ask. I decide to act as though I don't know what brought him here.

He makes himself comfortable by finding his way to the living room, sitting, and crossing his legs while he's at it. I remain in the living room with him, but I don't sit.

"Well, if you had picked up your calls, replied to my messages, or even read them, maybe I wouldn't be here." He says to my face.

"I was about to read your messages when you knocked the first time."

If I get him correctly, he's here because I didn't pick up his calls or reply to his messages. Does he care about me that much? First he dropped me off at home after work, and now this.

"I wasn't ignoring you. I forgot to take my phone out of silent mode after I got home." I tell him. I didn't mean to bring him here at this time of night.

"It's good to know that you're fine." He coos.

If he's only here to check on me, he shouldn't have stepped in and made himself comfortable. He's seen that I'm okay. This ought to be the part where he stands up and heads home.

"Are you sure you don't want something else?" I ask. I decide to make this easier for him. I'm fed up with the silence, with its sprinkle of suspense.

"Now that I'm here, maybe I want something else." He responds.

This will be a lot easier for him. He won't have to stress himself helping me take off what's covering my nakedness. None of this makes me a slut. I'm only an employee wanting to satisfy her boss.

I sit next to him. That's the first step. Our eyes lock, and his lips begin to move. I have a feeling he has words for me. Is he about to sleep with me or have a conversation with me?

If it's the latter, he sure has eyes for someone else already.