All Chapters of The CEO’s FunSize : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~~ FIDELIA ~~ “Do it. Again. Miss Mills.” Vincent's email screamed at me, and I visibly backed away, eyes wide, blood boiling, and nerves high as fuck. Damn that man. Since I took this virtual assistant job three months ago at Hamilton Corp, working directly under the CEO, Vincent Hamilton, I’ve been considering hiring an assassin. He was the most arrogant, strictest, unimpressed, and self-conceited asshole of the century. My boss, yes. But I wonder the length I’d go to kick him off a building and spit on him. If only he weren't a beautiful, eight-pack, gorgeous gray-eyed stud. If only he didn’t look like a hot, nonchalant gangster that just crawled out of GQ magazine, maybe I’d be less mad. “Lia.” My mom’s voice sounded from the bedroom next to my office partition, and I stiffened up. Her voice sounded frail and cracked, but she said my name. After six months of her dementia condition deteriorating, she said my name. I hurried to her, taking the space next to

~~ FIDELIA ~~ Since the time I got off the phone with Vincent, I’ve been thinking over everything and arrived at a decision that I couldn’t get myself into any legal trouble. I had bills to pay. I had my mom to take care of and a future to protect. I was mad and felt violated. Yeah. But I wouldn’t let my emotions ruin everything I worked so hard to achieve over the years. They were my sweat and blood. I’d just do what he wants. Or maybe what the company wants. “Conditions? What condition, Miss Mills? You think you have the right to negotiate in this situation?” He asked, and bile rose up my throat, but I pushed it back. It took a lot of courage for me to make this decision. I wish I had nothing to lose. I imagined suing his ass and his entire precious company. Next, I'll shove my resignation letter through the screen with my middle finger stuck up as goodbye. Then again, even if I had the chance to, I wouldn’t do that because we had a history. “My mother’s surgery is hal

~~ VINCENT ~~ As I said it out loud, it felt like a huge weight got taken off my chest. It wasn’t just because Greg suggested it but the harsh reality of what happened to me last night. After I got off the phone with Fidelia, I’d gotten so worked up that I decided to join Greg for his invitation to a bar. It was nothing like the luxury I was used to, but it was cosy. Rooftop bar. Great music and cold drinks. Good vibes and conversations. Half-naked waitresses and call girls hanging around. Then I had gotten a call, stepped aside and used the opportunity to finish up my drink from a plastic bottle. Just as I dropped it, a woman had screamed from the street, cursing and giving me the finger. I wasn’t supposed to be interested in an angry lady in an oversized fur jacket, mini skirt and long socks around feet covered with platform shoes, but I was. I peered closer and realised I was staring into an impossible dream. It was FunSize. How wouldn’t I recognise her pouty lips, bu

~~ FIDELIA ~~ I mirrored his need as I started fumbling with the buttons of his fly, my hand trembling with impatience as I freed his hard cock. “You taste so sweet. Fuck. I missed you.” He groaned, dragging my skirt up with rough, strong hands that should scare me. But I almost wish he’d bruise me where I ached the most. God, the thought gave me a sharp twist at the pit of my belly, and I whimpered as I felt his bare, hot length pulsing against my palm. I squeezed his erection like I wanted to empty his precum on my hand, and he released an animalistic growl. My nipples hardened as he tore at my blouse, the buttons scattering down the conference desk. When his hands found the clasp of my bra, he ripped the poor fabric off me. Kneading my nipples between his fingers, he stifled a groan as I stroked his thick length. I had seen his size from back then. But seeing is truly believing. He was a big boy. An impressive one at that. “I need to fuck you now. Spread those legs for

~~VINCENT~~ I cursed as I tossed my phone on the desk when my call got forwarded to voicemail for the fifth time in twenty minutes. She wasn’t picking my calls. She’d stop responding to emails and only submit her paperwork and tasks in a businesslike manner. I’d drop a threat letter, warning her to reply to me or I'd terminate her contract, but she’s not even moved enough to react to it. Was it because she left me with blue balls? I didn’t know. But when I got home that night, I pumped myself with the memory of screwing her against my window at least fifteen times, but my wood refused to calm the fuck down. By 4.00am on a Saturday morning, I was staring at the ceiling, my hand wrapped around my erection as I squeezed my cock into obeying my command to not rise again. At that point my stomach ached, and I could barely go up to the gym like I did every morning, so I just washed up and went to my office space. I decided to go over some paperwork, grab lunch because I always ski