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One

“I am calm, sir,” Teresa said evenly, pressing her headset tighter to her ear. “But shouting won’t speed up the process.”The man on the other end of the line was practically foaming, accusing the finance team of theft, incompetence, and everything in between. His voice, loud and jagged, buzzed through her headset like static on a broken radio.“I’ve been on hold for twenty damn minutes!” he barked.“And now you’re speaking to the right department,” she replied, her tone cool as steel. “I just need your reference number to assist you.”“I don’t have a damn reference number!”Of course you don’t.Teresa muted her mic for half a second and sighed. The shrill cry of the answering machine echoed again behind her, like a chorus of chaos. Her fingers danced across the keyboard, her long nails clicking rhythmically as she pulled up the day’s fourth overdue report. Her eyes burned, dry from hours of screen glare and stress.“Sir,” she said, voice clipped but professional, “please hold while I

Two

Teresa harshly slammed the door behind her and tossed her heels into the corner of the room like they personally offended her. Well they did actually. The heels were tight and made her toes scrunch up together. Her heels were red and they hurt whenever she put them down on the ground."Just great."She hissed as she limped to her bed dropping on the soft bouncing bed .The blazer followed suit and was tossed to the couch in the corner of the room. Then the blouse went next and finally her bra. After Each piece felt like she was peeling away the day layer by suffocating layer. She tossed her bra to a corner of room feeling the relief at her breasts being free from bondage. Her milky white breasts had reds stripe marks from the harsh hold of the bra. She held up her breasts massaging them softly. Her fingers traced her nipples and she shuddered as she felt the sharp feeling shoot through her spine. Sje kneaded her soft big breasts, trying to grab in her hand the much that she could.Her

Three

"Terry I come bearing offerings." A loud voice boomed through the apartment.Teresa's head snapped up from the coffee table where she had been for the past hour organize the reports that she had just finished typing and printing out. She was still feeling uncomfortable and so work was the only way she could get distracted.Mariana barged into the room like a loud hurricane, her arms full to the brim with one paper bag bulging with tacos and the other hand tightly holding a bottle of vodka like it was her long lost lover. Knowing Mariana, she would completely agree.“It’s Tuesday,” Teresa said looking at the load she held cautiously, knowing Mariana was going to cause some chaos.“Exactly my point . Tuesday with Tacos. Works so well baby. The coolest day of the week aside from Fridays." Mariana dropped the food onto the center table and carelessly flopped down the couch with reckless abandon like she had just escaped a war. “Come on, I saw the way you shuffled out of the apartment t

Four

Teresa repeatedly blinked at the HR email that she had just received, like it might disappear if she stared at it long enough. Effective immediately, Mr. Chandler's contract with Rexona industries has been terminated. Please report to the CEO’s office tomorrow, Monday morning at 9 a.m. prompt. You will be temporarily filling the role of his secretarial finance assistant. Please do not be tardy.Theresa read it once. Then re read it another time. Then reread it five times. Her old boss was fired, and she the simple,low-level, keep-your-head-down, nobody knows and bothers to talk to Teresa was being sent up to the top floor, the peak of the company where the CEO, Mark Rexona himself resided. And she was going to be his assistant. Teresa set the laptop down on her bed and scuffled a few distance away from it. She was staring into space, still trying to process the information just given to her when Mariana waltzed into her room and plopped on her bed with a stick of sour jerky in her

Five

The office was completely empty. The hallway silent and devoid of any living creature. Only Teresa was around. Lurking in the shadows like a thief.The soft hum of the florescent lights of New York City were the only things that kept Teresa tethered to reality. She definitely should not have stayed back. She didn't know what had gotten into her.Mark Rexona himself had left the office hours and he was usually the last one to ever leave the office. His last words to her were clipped and very brief. A simple," Lock the door behind you."But she was able to leave. Not just yet. Not when her body was still tremendously trembling from every look, every command, every interaction. She had been suffering all week. Going through long hours with a vibrator firmly placed on her clitoris. Having orgasms after orgasms, touching her breasts, pinching and pulling with the fantasy that her boss was the one doing it to her.His intoxicating scent still lingered in the room, clean, undeniably masculi

Six

Mark Rexona was a schedule oriented man. He had a fixed time for a particular activity and made sure not to exceed the time. Many people saw him as weird, others said he had a weird strand of autism but Mark didn't care. He has his own set of rules which he swore to follow to the core.He woke strictly at 5:00 AM. No alarm and no hesitation. Just a mental resolve and his ever punctual biological clock.By 5:05, he was in the gym. Stretching then off to the weights. After that is a treadmill run then a series of push-ups. Every rep counted was , every drop of sweat calculated. He did hid workout without a single bit of distraction, no phone, no calls, no nothing. Just him alone in his underground basement gym.By 5:55 Mark was done for the morning. Then he hit the cold shower. Scalding water was for weak men trying to feel something. Mark didn’t need to feel. He needed control, and to get control he believed he needed to train his body to withstand anything and everything possible.At

Seven

The club was loud and annoying. Sweaty bodies swayed under dim lights, drowning in bass, smoke from pipes, and scent. Red and violet strobes painted half-naked limbs in flashes. Moans mixed with laughter. The air smelled like heat and perfume and desperation.Mark sat in the VIP lounge of The Sanctum, the club which was below Lucas's sex club, completely untouched by it all. His posture was perfect and proper. His expression unreadable. A glass of scotch sat untouched on the table in front of him.“You look like a man forced into therapy,” Lukas said, sliding in beside him, his grin far too knowing and teasing.“I came, like I said I would.” Mark replied flatly.“And I’m proud of you. Growth is good” Lukas said, mockingly raising his glass at him. “Now tell me why you look like you just swallowed a stapler or one has been used on you.”Mark didn’t respond to his taunts. He was too busy thinking how he should tell him about what was going on."What's wrong man, you are actually scaring

Eight

Teresa stared at the blinking cursor on her resignation letter. Her fingers hovered, trembling over the keyboard. Just send it, her mind whispered to her. Run away before everything collapses around you. You will be completely humiliated and destroyed, her mind basically screamed at her.But she couldn’t resign. Not yet at least. She didn't know what he would say about what she had done. The gravity of the situation was seriously dawning on her.She stood from her desk in her room, her legs shaky as she made her way to the kitchen, clutching her arms around her chest. The apartment was silent except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the background sound of the show playing on the television. She couldn’t breathe. Her mouth was dry. Her panties… he still had them.He saw her.Every Single Thing.Her knees buckled slightly and she sank to the kitchen floor with tears streaming down her cheeks like a silent surrender.Mariana walked in a minute later, towel wrapped around her hair

Nine

Teresa stood in the elevator like a criminal that was headed to sentencing. Her hands clutched her bag so tightly her knuckles had turned white, the resignation letter folded and hidden inside.Each floor that ticked upward made her heartbeat louder. By the time the elevator reached her floor at Rexona Industries, she could feel her blouse sticking to her back with sweat. Her heart was racing and had started feeling lightheaded. She didn't eat before she came. Her appetite was very long gone.The second the doors slid open, silence greeted her. Then whispers came in full force.“There she is,” someone murmured behind a raised mug of coffee while gesturing to her.“Did you hear he snapped at four people this morning? Something about a missing file in the office, he looked absolutely furious.”“Yeah, and she’s the only one who had overtime access yesterday. Just saying maybe she misplaced it and is getting others in trouble”"I heard him scream at Melissa asking where she was. She proba

Ten

Mark sat at his desk long after the office had emptied out. The silence was deep and uninterrupted, just the way he preferred it. Or, rather, the way he used to.Now, there was only noise in his head. Constant, static-like noise that kept him awake and distracted all day. He was barely able to manage his work, and that was all because of one person.It had started the moment she stood in the doorway earlier that day, Teresa, with her big, wounded eyes and trembling hands. She had looked like she was about to break in two. He’d seen that look before, in victims, in weakness.But with her, it wasn’t weakness. It was restraint. And restraint… was far more dangerous. He couldn't help but be curious as to why she was restraining herself, why she seemingly lacked self-control in that area.The pen in his hand tapped a slow, methodical rhythm against the mahogany desk, the sound hollow in the cavernous office. His gaze drifted to the locked drawer where her pink panties now lived like a secr

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