Slave of your body

Harry Green, at the age of thirty-five, has taken over the family business and is in charge of the massive "West Edmonton Mall." As the most coveted bachelor in the Green family, his single life is a good life. However, the family thinks that the man who has everything might have some unusual tastes, such as "loving someone of the same sex." But these are just assumptions, as nobody knows what Harry's pastime is after a hard day's work. Behind the serious profile of the imposing Harry, there is a great weakness that nobody knows about, as he has kept his private life secret for years, saying that oil and water don't mix. His egocentric, cold, and responsible personality is respected in society as one of his attributes. However, at night, his daring and dark side comes to light when one of the employees at the mall discovers the great secret of her boss. Alexandra Morin is the girl who drives the unbreakable Harry Green crazy the moment she enters as a new user of the "Hidden Pleasur

"Alexis, you can't give me a moment, I was..." I didn't finish speaking when I saw my boss with her arms crossed, her lascivious gaze scanning me from top to bottom. I swallowed hard. "Hi, boss," my words came out in a low voice, as I lowered my gaze. Her mother's daughter intimidated me, and I couldn't stand up to her. I didn't want to challenge her, either. "I sent for you... I'm tired of you. I can't deal with you anymore, so I need you to work with our high-maintenance clients." I looked up when I heard that, which meant she was forgiving me for catching me in the bathroom cubicles. "But I need you there yesterday, Alexa. I don't want you lingering around." I didn't wait for her to expect my response before nodding, and before I ran off, I gave my friend one last look. Poor guy had nothing to say; he did everything he could to help me. But thinking about it, my boss didn't give me the punishment she thought I deserved. It felt like she had rewarded me. I left, leaving my boss w

"Yes, and I apologize, but I want to close the topic about always asking for an age when giving advice. I always make sure that my advice is with people who have experience with the topic, whether they are single or married and want to fight for their marriage." I'm trying to close the topic because I don't want you to think that I can get the company into trouble with advice that wouldn't help, but would harm it. "From what I see, you don't need advice, and I want to offer you a job in customer service for a while. Meanwhile, I can make sure you are the right fit for the advisor position." I am stunned by the huge proposal, my throat tightens, and I am undoubtedly breathless. His words are sincere, and his blue eyes show that he is not lying, but it is inevitable to doubt what he says. Why me? Is it because I am one of the best salespeople in the store, or because I have the charisma to reach women? I don't think it's all because I have a beautiful smile or a wonderful body. "I'm

"You have to tell me who the person that invited us is, I have to thank them!" I grabbed my friend's arm and shouted about what I felt inside. "Welcome..." I was surprised to see a girl appear out of nowhere. "Thank you," I said, my voice trembling. "Alexis, you're mistaken, I don't see that she's the right one to be here," I was frozen hearing the unknown woman speak. Now I took the liberty to look her up and down, who gave her the right to judge me and say whether I should be here or not? "Obviously, she's the one paying the entrance fee." Damn it, this is what I get for... "Really?" I asked sarcastically. "Alexis, she invited us, so we should thank her, but if not..." "Shhh... Alexa, she's Rosalía, and what she meant was that we can take our place, yes, that one," he interposed between the two, knowing I wouldn't stay quiet. Ha, she's Rosalía? That woman is an insult to the real Rosalía, she shouldn't be called that. "Pufff, excuse me, but... you can make yourselves comfor

Ah, the client, I can imagine how furious they must be, but wishing for me to lose my job... that's not right. I walk towards the bathroom with the intention of locking myself in and taking the bubble bath I had planned. "Daddy, you are absolutely right to complain and protest, there is no explanation that can justify what I did," I lie. Obviously, I cannot tell him that it was because of my primary job, as this is my second one. "That's not all, I've been calling you and..." He falls silent, still angry. Can I control him and relax him at the same time? "Well, I'll forgive you if you tell me what was so important that you hung up on me and ignored my calls." Fantastic, this seems like a jealousy scene... he's asking for an explanation that I shouldn't give him. "Work, Daddy. Besides calls, I have another job. I'm sorry for everything that happened, I didn't mean to ignore you," I hear him inhale. "I accept if I stop being one of your favorites." Yes, reverse psychology. I hope