All Chapters of The Billionaire's Nympho Secretary : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The glow of the monitors cast long, distorted shadows across the silent office. Mark remained rooted to the spot, his gaze fixed on the blank screen where Teresa’s image had just been. The act of saving the footage, of preserving that moment of her vulnerability and his own dark fascination, felt both repulsive and inevitable. He was a man defined by control, by the precise orchestration of his life, yet this woman, this fleeting image, had shattered his carefully constructed world.He walked back to his desk, the silence of the office pressing in on him. It was a silence that no longer brought him peace but amplified the clamor within his own mind. The rhythmic tapping of his pen had stopped, replaced by the frantic beating of his heart against his ribs. He thought of Teresa’s eyes, wide with a mixture of terror and something he couldn't quite decipher. It wasn't just fear; there was an undeniable defiance, a raw, untamed spirit that resonated with something dormant within him.He pi

After that incident, a decision had solidified in Mark’s mind. He had Teresa transferred to the desk directly outside his office. No reason given, none offered. When she pressed relentless for an answer he gave a bland one. Just a new seat one with a better view and a more direct line of sight. She took the explanation, feeling grateful and pleased that he was concerned about her. It was a strategic move on his part, positioning her within his immediate orbit, a constant presence that he could monitor, observe, and control. The move was a silent declaration of his ownership, an unspoken warning to anyone else who dared to approach.“Sir,” she had said one afternoon, her voice soft, tentative. “Do you want me to schedule the boardroom for your lunch meeting?”“No.” He closed his laptop with a slow, deliberate snap, the sound echoing in the sudden silence of his office. “Cancel it. I don’t like eating with people who bore me.”She blinked, her eyes wide with a flicker of surprise. “Woul

Teresa's POV I needed to control myself, to stay disciplined, structured, utterly composed at all times. I managed to get a hold of my drugs and they could last me a month. If anyone, anyone, ever found out how easily I was aroused, how little it took to push me over the edge, to send my body into a traitorous spiral…They’d think I was just another broken girl who couldn't keep her legs shut. A stereotypical whore who climbed her way to the top by spreading her legs. A cliché. And the thought made my stomach churn with disgust. My entire efforts would be reduced to nothing and I couldn't allow that to happen. I had worked to hard, way too hard.And Mark… Mark was dangerous. Not because he would physically hurt me, not in the obvious way, but because he didn’t need to touch me. He didn’t need to lay a single finger on me to ignite this blasted inferno that raged inside. He just said the right thing in the wrong tone, or nothing at all, and my body, this traitorous, unpredictable vess

Teresa's POV “Okay,” Mariana said, as she flopped onto the couch, with the tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream as a sweet, cold barrier between us. “Spill now.”I blinked, curled tightly in my oversized hoodie, my legs tucked beneath me like a protective shield. “Spill what?” My voice felt small and distant.“Girl, please.” Mariana scoffed, unimpressed by my evasion. “You’ve been walking around like someone unplugged your soul from the socket of life. And you’ve been stress-eating trail mix, which I know you hate. Like, you genuinely despise those dried apricots but here you are munching on them like your life depends on it.” She narrowed her eyes, like a mock-serious detective surveying a suspect. “Something is up.”I stirred my spoon slowly through the melting ice cream, watching the green swirl with the dark chocolate chips. “It’s nothing Mari, it's just… work. I'm really stressed out with this new position and the requirements.” Just stress.The word felt inadequate, a flimsy at

Teresa's POV The room was silent when I finally managed to drift off into sleep, the aftermath of the kiss still simmering in my veins like fire beneath my skin. Unfortunately it wasn't the peace I so desperately desired that greeted me in my sleep.It was an unsettling storm, one formed from my own fears and past memories.It all began in the office, the familiar scent of stale coffee, printer ink and detergent from the floor clinging to the air. My back was against the cool, ice like wall, the plaster digging into my shoulder blades causing me to softly shuffle because I felt uncomfortable. I could have easily gotten up and left but Mark was there, right in front of me. Like a looming dark shadow, his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a sliver of skin, his eyes dark and hungry, devouring every inch of my soul."You really think I want you?" he sneered suddenly, his voice sharp like a razor blade slicing through the quiet.My breath hitched, a painful knot formed in my chest. My hea