Love Me, My Little Assistant

“No. Ivor, please. Stop it.” Lia said desperately, trying to push Ivor out. “I love you, Ivor, but please don’t use my love like that.” Ivor did not care about Lia’s plea. He tore Lia’s suit rough, stroking her smooth skin, forcefully giving her hickeys on her collarbones. “No, Ivor. Let me go, please,” Lia could do nothing but beg Ivor and expect him to listen to her. But this is the dumbest thing to do in this case, begging for a drunk. Ivor was not sane enough, he did everything instinctively. “Damn,” Ivor said. But the reason was not that Lia begged him constantly to annoy him, he found those lips were beautiful. He wants to kiss it, feel its sweetness, make it belong to him, forever. “Uh, Ivor, Uh,” Lia was struck surprisedly. Ivor’s tongue probed every corner of her mouth like he was memorizing her taste. “Very sweet,” he thought. As soon as he broke the kiss, Lia slapped him with all her might. “You’re not docile, but that makes me very excited,” Ivor whispered in her

After work, Lia went to the mall. She wanted to look beautiful when she came to the company tomorrow. Ivor had strict rules about his subordinates’ attire, so Lia always wore a black office suit every day when working at the company. She’s not stupid and reckless enough to wear a specially designed suit, Ivor would ask her to change as soon as he saw. Lia was more focused on accessories, makeup, and hairstyles. The next day, when Lia appeared at the company, Coco had to say, “Oh, my God! Is this you, Lia?” Coco meticulously observed Lia. She still wore the same black office suit as always, but… “Hey Lia, this is the new Chanel, isn’t it? So exquisite.” “Oh dear, Lia. You wear a necklace? And the bracelet.” “Lia, you didn’t put your hair in a ponytail today, you left it untied. Look at this alluring wavy chestnut hair. You look so sexy.” Coco’s positive comments delighted Lia. She wondered if she could also impress Ivor with her new appearance. She said, “All right, Coco, thank

I went to the bar, tried to drink a lot of wine to make myself drunk. Ivor was always very demanding for subordinates, if you show up in front of him in an unconscious state, it would be a bad. So pretty much when I got to drink comfortably, I wanted to make Ivor satisfied. But at that moment I did not care about it all, I’d go crazy if I couldn’t get rid of my frustration.And then I got really drunk, and I couldn’t remember what was going on in particular. I only vaguely remember that, in my hangover, I ran into WC of the bar, called Ivor. When he picked up the phone, I could hear his charming and powerful gasps. I was old enough to understand what he was doing, probably with Elie.I cried out cause of my heartbreak. Ivor told me something, but I was too drunk to understand and remember them. And after waking up, I just realized that I was lying in a soft enormous bed, in an expensive hotel room.And I took my cell phone as a habit, and I panicked when I realized it was over 11: 0

The loud voice coming from behind me startled me. When I turned my head, I saw Ivor. He looked at me with an angry look.“What have you been doing all morning?” He asked.And I realized I had been sneaking up to Elie without Ivor’s permission. I bowed, hesitating at Ivor’s question.Suddenly Ivor came in, grabbed my chin, forced me to raise my head and look at him.“Did you cry?” He asked.And damn it, at that moment, I felt sorry for myself. I pursed my lips tightly, my eyes were filling up with tears, not answering him.Ivor let go of my chin, sighing.“Go back to the company as soon as you can,” he said, then left.“A man..” I called after him. “A man made me cry, I cried for him.”My tears flowed out again, I could not control it. The people in the restaurant were also paying attention to us.I could not see Ivor’s expression because tears blurred my vision.When I stopped crying, he left a long time ago.I used the paper the server gave me to wipe away my tears.Suddenly I felt s

Maybe being like Elie really worked.Right. I could not deny that I tried to be like Elie after that crazy dream.It was obviously just a dream.Things seemed smoother, I felt my relationship with Ivor was better; my male colleagues did not bother me. I also heard that Mr. Johnson, the man who sexually harassed me, was charged with a series of tax evasion and money laundering charges. More particularly, Ivor was less with Elie at night because he became busy solving a few personal problems, although I was not well aware of the problem he was having.One day, Ivor needed to go to an elite party, and I was with him as his assistant.Ivor was interested in a server at the party. As always, he gestured to me about the girls he wanted, and jealousy took over my mind.I ignored his request. I made excuses to leave the conversation with his partner and secretly met that server at the liquor store.As soon as I looked at her closely, I realized she had many of the same characteristics as Elie.