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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
Serena’s POVJerry and I were having a conversation about my hair in the break room. He complains that it's not appropriate for work and that he hoped that it would be gone after a week of working in VestTech. It's been a month and counting and I still had my short blue-tinted hair. Jerry said it made me look like a pixie. Vincent had joined us and I couldn't be more happy to have all this sorted out. “Vincent, Jerry here thinks I should get rid of my hair, that it is not ethical for work”“Why do you think they are not ethical?”Finally, Jerry is getting what he deserves, he has been on this matter all day and I was getting tired and bored of it. “I'm speaking to you, Serena”, what, me?I looked at him with a confused expression, “Sir, it was only mentioned to me now, it seemed like it was never a problem, to begin with”, I made my case as it was.“Well, now it's one”, he grabs an apple from the fruit tray and takes a bite out of it. “He is your boss if he says the hair gotta go, the
Serena’s POV Walking into the office the next morning took me by surprise at what Jerry had done. My office desk wasn’t where it was meant to be, he had moved it to only God knows where. “Oh, there you are'' Jerry approaches me from the corner. “Where’s my desk?” I was a little confused and couldn't realize that this was Jerry’s friendly way of making me change my blue hair. It’s not ethical for the workplace. “You’ll be happy to find that your desk has been moved to a more comfortable location for you to work at your maximum productivity”, he said with a dirty smirk on his face, “Hope you find it truly comfortable”, he patted my shoulders before leaving. What have you done, you dwarf? “What did you do to my desk? You’re compromising my assistance to Mr. Vincent and I'm sure he wouldn't like to see I'm not where I'm supposed to be” Got you, you little piece of… “And I'll be glad to inform you that Mr Boyega won't be coming in today” “What, is he sick?” “That's for me to worry abou