Serena’s POV:As we sat on the elevator floor, Mr Vincent scooted closer to where I sat. He seems unsure if he should come a little bit closer to me or not. I have never seen Mr Vincent this nervous.“Well, this is quite the predicament, isn't it”? Mr. Vincent chuckles, “Seems we're at the mercy of this old elevator”.I smiled at him. “At least we have each other for the company”.It’s hard to lock eyes with Mr. Vincent. I don’t know. It’s just I don’t want us to keep making the same mistakes over and over again. But I love him. I do. I’m obsessed! Why I’m I this way!? Should I just tell him how I feel? I know how I feel, probably horny as usual. Stop it, Serena! Now’s not the time to make jokes. Just take a deep breath. How hard can it be? Just tell him how you feel and set a clear boundary between the both of you if things ever go wrong.“ You know, being stuck here like this makes me realize something profound”.“What's that, Serena”?I took one final deep breath, realizing that
Serena’s POV: But just as I thought the night was over, with a half-empty bottle of wine still left to finish. Mr Vincent held my hands and stood me up. He still sat comfortably on his chair, pulling me to sit on his thighs. He leads me further, biting my lower lips first and then kissing me softly with his tongue. Mr Vincent lifted me, I wrapped my legs around his waist. We were still kissing. Mr Vincent kisses my neck and my breasts, biting gently my nipples. “Ah!”. He pins my back to a wall, knocking down a painting. Calm down! No, don't! Don't stop! He sits me comfortably on the kitchen counter. His head is between my thighs. He kisses them not gently this time around. He reaches for a kiss once more. I took off his white shirt revealing his hard-core abs and broad chest. I've missed this view! Mr Vincent buries his head between my thighs once more. Now, looking into my eyes, I could feel his index finger sliding in and out of my vagina. My breathing pattern changes. I couldn't
Serena’s POV:The morning sun gently filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow in Mr Vincent’s cozy bedroom. I slowly stir awake, my eyes fluttering open as I adjust to the new day. I turn to my side and find Mr. Vincent, already awake and watching me with a soft smile.He's still here. I whispered to myself. My heart flutters with a mix of surprise and delight as I gaze at Mr. Vincent, who looks back at me with warmth in his eyes.What a beautiful sight to wake up to.Mr. Vincent reaches out to gently brush a stray strand of hair from my face, his touch sending a tingling sensation through my whole body.Mr. Vincent says softly, “Good morning, Serena”.“Good morning, Mr. Vincent”.Our eyes meet, and there's a brief moment of shared understanding and unspoken feelings.With a smile, he says, “I made breakfast for you. Let's go to the kitchen”.I nod, feeling a flutter of excitement in my stomach as I get out of bed and follow Mr. Vincent to the kitchen.The kitchen is filled
Swrena’s POV:Finally, the Christmas party we flew from California to attend is here. The place is buzzing with workers, guests, and clients. I sat at a table and watched Mr. Vincent and Mr. Carson talk and introduce clients to one another. Mr Vincent just kept on smiling, sometimes he would gaze at me with a smile and I would smile back. I took a moment to absorb the lively atmosphere of Mr. Carson's Christmas party. I observed the scene around me, taking in the sights, sounds, and energy of the gathering.I kept looking around, thinking to myself. The party is in full swing, buzzing with excitement and holiday cheer. The room is elegantly decorated with sparkling lights, festive garlands, and a beautifully adorned Christmas tree in the corner.I notice the diverse mix of guests, each adding their unique flair to the ambiance of the party.The guests are a vibrant mix of colleagues, friends, and acquaintances from different walks of life. Laughter and animated conversations fill the
Serena’s POVIt's been a week since I've waited for a response for the job I applied for. My mind has been on a rollercoaster of emotions, anticipating the response from the company, and finally, I got the job. “You’re looking at the new Secretary at VestTech!”I yelled my excitement at Benita, my college roommate while staring at my email I had received.“I am so happy for you girl! This calls for a celebration. Tonight, we party!”Benita gets up in excitement to join in my celebration. We have been searching for jobs for over 4 months and have gotten nothing so far.“I was just hoping we would get tacos. It's tacos night, Tuesday night is tacos night, remember?”, I hope she doesn't plan on breaking our tradition, we haven't gone a Tuesday night without tacos. It's a tradition that Benita and her then-ex started and it hasn't left us ever since. Seems silly but cute.“Don't be silly Serena, come on. When was the last time we went out and had a fucking drink?”“Uhm… last week, remember?
Serena’s POVWe got up to his penthouse through the elevator. This stranger held me with his two hands, suspending me mid-air, kissing me from the elevator to his kitchen countertops, our lips were locked from the moment we stepped on the elevator. My clothes were taken off by this stranger in the elevator, I was completely naked, and so was he. I only had my glasses on. As he places me on the counterpoint, our lips unlock from each other, he takes off my glasses. He takes his thumb and massages my clit. My two hands rest on the countertops, my head tilted up. The stranger buries his head in my vagina, I could now erupt. I used one hand to bury his head further.“Don't stop”, he better not, this is sweet divine ecstasy.My pussy feels wet. “Fuc…k”He raises his head and grabs me from the countertops and into his bedroom, tossing me like dirty clothing. Who is this guy? The audaciousness. He dives and glides on my ass like a surfboard. I could feel his hard dick pressing against my a
Serena's POV“Know her? Mr. Boyega, this is your new secretary, Mrs Serena Johnson. Mrs Johnson, this is your boss, Mr Vincent Boyega”“Boss?”, no, no, no, no, this can't be happening to me. And why is he unbothered by the fact he had just slept with his own Secretary?“Well, it's nice to meet you, Serena. I'm sure you're going to enjoy working with me, nice makeup”, with a smirk on his face, those were his last words to me before leaving for God knows where. If this were a cartoon show, my face would be boiling red right now.“Am I his secretary?”, making Jerry aware that I wasn't sure what was going on.“That's the job you applied for wasn't it?”, he seems unsuspecting about the stranger, Vincent, and I, for now.“Yeah, but…”“No buts. If I were you, I'd go and attend to him immediately, he doesn't like untidiness. I increased my pace to catch up to him. He walked into his office and I followed him behind.“What are you doing here?”“I erm… I..”, where are my words? He points outsid
Serena’s POV Alexander, my ex-boyfriend. Alex breathes heavily, he looks exhausted and drained of energy. “Alex? What the hell are you doing here?”, shocked to see him, he looks like he has been rough-handled. What has he done this time around? It's always something with Alex. The last time it was the cops, the other time it was the gang members, now what? “Please, you gotta help me out guys”, a strange ooze filled the room. “Eww, what's that smell? Is this you Alex?” I asked to be sure. It smelt like sewers. “You got to help me out, guys”, breathing heavily like a dog, sweating profusely with a bad stench that worsened it all. Alex looked like he had not showered for days, what had happened to him? The only question I had for him. “Hmm… no. I warned you not to return your broken ass to this place last time you came here. Seems you want to be embarrassed. I wonder who you're running from this time around. I'll be happy to let them know your stupid ass is here”, sh