"So this is what it came down to?" Anthony remarked and looked at Faith with disgust. As if she was a piece of trash. I guess I deserve it, Faith thought. It was never meant to be like this. She was never meant to stoop so low as to offer her body to this well-respected and powerful man that was standing in front of her. She was supposed to come to the office, work hard, and leave. The only interaction she was supposed to have with him was at the office when she occasionally brought him coffee and paperwork for him to sign. But that's not how things turned out to be. Here she was, standing in front of him, asking him to spare her life. She felt beaten and humiliated by her boss, but she couldn't blame anyone but herself if she hadn't done what she did. If she hadn't stolen, things would've been much different. Faith was the oldest of her two sisters and the breadwinner. Her middle sister Jody went out of state for an internship, and her younger sister was still in high school. In a

Faith got adjusted to her new position within two weeks. To her relief, she didn't have to interact with Anthony as much. Most of the time, their meeting lasted only ten minutes or less. They were small tasks. The coffee here, sign documents there, nothing she couldn't handle. And the pay was good. At least enough to cover bills and medicines for her impatient father. Things were going well until one day. One Sunday afternoon, she heard the dreadful news about her father. She was making coffee for Anthony as usual when the receptionist Lana entered the break room. "Um...Faith, you have a phone call," she said. "What's the matter?" Faith looked at Lana, whose face was pale as a ghost. "Um...you better take this call," Lana quickly said and left. Faith felt nauseous. She had a bad feeling about the phone call. "Hello?" she picked up the phone and waited for the other person to speak. "Faith, this is your uncle Rudy." Uncle Rudy? She hadn't spoken to that guy since two years ag

Guilt. Anger. The emotions Anthony wasn't familiar with before. Not until tonight, anyway. But now they overwhelmed him, all thanks to Faith Williams. He was furious. Furious at himself and angry at her. He never made an impulsive decision like this, but he went through it. In the morning, he woke up feeling even worse. Why couldn't she tell him she was a virgin? He would've sent her home right away. Stupid woman. Her first time was wasted on him. He shouldn't have been so rough with her and treated her like shit, either. This was all wrong. He should've stopped as soon as he realized it was her first time. But desire overwhelmed him, and he kept going. He didn't feel like himself. He was greedy with lust. He felt a rush of electricity running through his veins as her core tightly hugged his member. He wanted to feel her more. He felt his pants tighten as he imagined being inside her again. And her scent... It was sweet, subtle, and beautiful. "Fuck!" he cursed out loud. He w

"Sir?" Anthony looked at Faith's terrified expression and suppressed his laughter. Guess she didn't anticipate him saying yes to her spontaneous invitation. "Again, stop calling me Sir. I said I would love to come over and taste your pumpkin pie. Unless you are withdrawing your invitation?" he raised his eyebrows. "No, no, I am not. It's just that I haven't had a visitor in a while, and my house isn't in good shape," Faith said quietly. "Then, good thing I'm not interested in your house. I am interested in your dessert," he smirked. "Oh, okay," she murmured. "What are you afraid of? Are you not good at making a pie?" Anthony looked at her and narrowed his eyes. "No...I'm pretty good at it," she said quietly. "Okay, then. Well? Aren't you going to give me your address?" Anthony leaned over and whispered. Faith looked startled, but then she gathered herself and rummaged in her purse for a pen and paper. She pulled out a pen and tissue paper and quickly jotted down the address be

"May I cut in?" Anthony DeMarco was standing in front of them with his hand extended."Mr. DeMarco! Yes, of course. You don't mind, do you, Faith?" Mark said quickly."No," her voice was barely a whisper.Anthony placed his hands on her waist and pulled her closer. She put her hands on his broad shoulders, and they slowly moved with the music. He smelled of cologne. Faith wanted to bury her face in his chest. What a crazy thought!"Look at me, Faith," Anthony said in a husky voice.She looked up."I want to apologize for what happened between us," he said.What? Did she hear him co