Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Night Before I Knew Him: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

JuneI’m outside Mr. Grande's office now, hiding in the bathroom on my floor.My knees are still weak, chest still heaving.What the hell just happened?I thought we were just going to talk. I thought he was going to say something like, After careful consideration, I reject your advances. But no, instead, he…My hands move on their own, trailing over my blouse, over my breast where his slender fingers twisted and pinched until I thought I’d scream. I shut my eyes, biting my lip as my palm drifts lower, skimming the hem of my skirt. God—just remembering the way he slid into me, slow, teasing, owning every piece of me—my thighs clench tight.Why didn’t he fuck me again? Why did he just zip up, hand me my blouse, and mutter, I’ll call you again like it was some business deal? My pout almost hurts. I was mad scared when I heard Mr. Paul’s voice outside that bathroom door. I thought it was over, and my internship was done. But then Mr. Grande... He just kept going boldly and unstoppable.

JunePttf…What was that for? He could’ve just said it calmly. It’s not even my fault the damn document got wet. If we had just talked it through instead of him telling me to prove I wanted that secret relationship by sucking his—Oh—June. Don’t go there. You’ll get wet again.Anyways, it’s both our faults. It takes two to tango, doesn’t it?I fidget with my skirt, feeling the stares from the other employees prick my skin. He’s already gone, after yelling at me."It’s not that deep," I mutter under my breath, my little fist clenching in the direction of his elevator.I sigh, dragging myself forward. "Let’s get another copy," I tell myself, heading to my floor.He didn’t have to be that upset over one stupid document. I wonder what was even in it.Oh—mine. It should be replaceable. I’m definitely not taking the fall for this. Nope. I’ll just tell Scott that Mr. Grande misplaced it and requested another one.****It is lunch time. Finally. A whole hour where I can let my mind run free w

June(Recommended song: Selena (Good for you/one of your girls mashup) The Weekend.I swallow hard, my chest tightening, but before I can even form a protest, his hand slides smoothly under the hem of my short dress.Oh god—bare. He feels my pussy.A low hum rumbles in his chest, approval dripping from it like poison and honey."Good. You obey well," he murmurs, fingertips brushing the silky strip between my thighs, so sensual I can’t stop the sharp gasp that rips out of me. "No pants, just like I said."My knees weaken, as my breath hitches. P-please… I don’t even know what I’m begging for."Rule one." His voice drops lower, darker. The pad of his finger drags up my thigh, tracing the V of me, maddeningly slow. "You never kiss me."A broken moan slips out, ahh— my head falling back. I nod fast, anything to keep him touching me. "Yes—" I choke, "yes…"His hand inches higher, teasing, not giving. "Rule two," he says, pausing just at the edge of where I need him most. My wet cunt. His

June.My back slams softly against the cold tiled wall, thud, his body caging me in."Spread," he growls in my ear, and before I can think, my thighs part for him, trembling.His hand slides under my drenched dress, shhk fabric dragging up my thighs, fingers finding my swollen and needy cunt.His slender, long fingers draw circles, slow, relentless circles."Ahh—" a moan bursts from me, sharp and high, echoing off the marble walls."Dripping already," he rasps, lips ghosting my ear, his breath hot, making me shiver. "This cunt was made for me.""P–please…" my voice breaks, head falling back with a thump against the wall.His other hand climbs up my chest, fingers pressing, squeezing, twisting my swollen red nipple through the wet fabric. Pinch—tug. My hips jerk violently."Ohhh—fuck, Mr. Gran—""That’s it," he hisses, tongue flicking over the shell of my ear. "Moan my name. Louder."Slap, slap, slap—the wet sound of his fingers dipping me faster, my slick coating his hand. My thighs q

JuneMy hands roam over the empty sheets, searching for the heat of his muscles, but it's met with only coldness."Uh—" my lips mutter as I blink into the empty room.Where is he?My fingers keep tapping the bed, restless, until it hits me—I don’t even know what time it is.Sharply, I spring upright, panic in my throat as my eyes dart around for my phone.How could he not wake me? Shit.The spiral halts for a beat when I see the screen: 10:30pm.Then—buzz, buzz, buzz—notifications explode across my phone like a virus outbreak. Missed calls: Leila, Kayla, Tobias, Amaka, Mr.—"Shit. Shit. Shit." I mutter as I scroll.Leila: |What the hell, June! Pick your call!!!| .I don’t even bother with the rest. My body jerks into motion, scrambling off the bed, mind racing, then my eyes land on the table seeing a table laid out expensively, waiting, with food.What—?I lift the stainless gold-coated lid, and rich steam rises. It's steak, instantly, I’m yanked back to that day—the lunch with Mr. Gr