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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
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 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
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: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: It’s past three in the afternoon, Mr. Carson and Mr. Vincent round off the meeting and are about to call it a day. “Hey, what are you both doing tomorrow night? This is Paris, let me show you around, huh”? His suggestion isn’t that bad. But I don’t know. Mr mind’s still stuck with the kiss incident since last night. I can't get my mind off it. It's haunting me! Going out with both of them will only make me spend more time with Mr Vincent and that’s exactly what I'm avoiding. Spending another night with him. “Sure, why not? That's if Serena is down for it”. Why is he dragging me into this? If he wants to go, he should. I mean it should be a boy's night after all. I think that would be better for all of us. I don't want to be around Mr Vincent now. Not after the whole- thing. “I'm not sure guys, I think I'll pass on it”, Mr Vincent’s eyes caught mine, he looked disappointed and stiff. “Oh come on!” Mr Carson wasn't having it. I may have ruined his plan. “Why not? W
Waking up to the sound of her alarm signified waking up to a weird and awkward day between Mr Vincent and me. I groggily reached out to turn it off, then sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes. I glanced at the clock and realized I had a meeting with Mr. Vincent soon. As I start getting ready, my mind drifts back to the events of last night.Focus, Serena. You have a meeting to prepare for. Stop dwelling on what happened. I said in my thoughts.I brushed off my thoughts and continued getting ready, but the memory of the late-night kiss lingered in my mind, refusing to be ignored. Thinking to myself; “Why did he kiss me? And why did I kiss him back”?I shook my head, trying to push away the confusion and embarrassment.It's not like I wanted it to happen. He initiated it, didn't he?I paced around the room, my thoughts racing.But I could have stopped it. I should have stopped it. I knew it was inappropriate, especially considering our professional relationship.I sighed, feeling a pang of gui
Serena’s POV:I lay on her bed, my heart racing uncontrollably as I replay the kiss in my mind. I felt a whirlwind of emotions, ranging from confusion to excitement to apprehension. I whispered to myself, What just happened? I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts as I imagined all the possible scenarios that could unfold after the unexpected kiss.I imagined Mr. Vincent confronting me, demanding an explanation for my reaction. I feared his anger and disappointment, unsure of how to explain my conflicting emotions.SCENARIO 1:Knocks on door.“Why did you do that? You did not have to push me. Man, I hate it when you act like a child sometimes! What's your problem”? I envision Mr. Vincent avoiding me, his embarrassment causing a rift in our professional relationship. I worried about the implications for my career and prospects.SCENARIO 2:Knocks on door.“I'm so sorry, Serena. It was wrong of me to make any advances on you. Gosh! What was I even thinking? I think we s
Serena’s POV:The ambiance is elegant and romantic. I, a poised and ambitious young woman, sat across from my boss, Mr Vincent, a distinguished businessman. We are dining in one of Paris's finest restaurants, surrounded by opulence and sophistication. “To Paris, the city of lights and inspiration”. Mr Vincent raises his wine cup for a toast. I smiled at the gesture. “To Paris”. We clank our glasses and take a sip of champagne, enjoying the breathtaking view of the Eiffel Tower illuminated against the night sky.“You know, Serena, there's something magical about this city. It's where dreams come to life, where possibilities are endless”.“It’s truly captivating”.“I'm glad I could share this experience with you, Serena. It's not often we get to step away from the hustle and bustle of work and indulge in the finer things in life”.“Thank you for inviting me, Mr. Vincent. It's an unforgettable evening”.“Oh! I didn’t invite you, you’re here to work, don’t forget”“Right, right, right. Yo
Serena’s POV: I sat anxiously in the airport lobby, my phone buzzing in my hand. I hesitate for a moment before answering. “Hello”? The voice in the other line, breathless, “Serena, it's Alex. I need your help”. ”Alex? What's wrong? Why are you calling me”? “Look, I got into some trouble a month ago, okay? I'm in trouble, Serena. I got into a fight with Mr. Vincent, and now I'm locked up in jail”. “Yeah, I know what you did. My God, Alex, what's wrong with you? Really, what's wrong? You got into a fight with Mr. Vincent, Alex, what were you thinking? “I didn't mean for it to happen, Serena. It just... it got out of hand”. “Well, it happened and now you're in jail and now you're paying the consequences” “I need someone to bail me outta here, please. I can't stay in here any longer, Se. You gotta help you” “Help you? I'm certainly not going to do that. You can't expect me to bail you out after what you did” “Come on, Serena. You know Mr. Vincent can be difficult. He provoked me”