Chapter Forty Seven: Office Bendover

EVELYN'S POV

As I sat in the office, my eyes were fixed on the laptop in front of me, one hand resting on my cheek. Though my eyes were on the screen, my thoughts wandered far away. Suddenly, the door creaked open, pulling my attention to the figure standing in the doorway. It was Leonard, and my heart skipped a beat as our eyes met. I glanced at the clock—it was past 6 p.m. I adjusted my chair and sat up straight, attempting to compose myself.

As I stared at Leonard, my imagination took over for a moment. He looked like he had just stepped out of an oven—hot and fresh. I could almost pounce on him. A smile crept onto his face as his eyes stayed locked on mine, and I felt my heart flutter.

We hadn’t spoken a word since he entered, but the tension between us was undeniable. I found my breaths shallow and labored—it was like I couldn’t breathe. That was when I finally understood the concept of, “you take my breath away.”

Leonard broke the silence, his voice low and husky. “Evelyn, I’m so lucky to live in a time where I get to meet you. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known.”

He stretched out his hand, and I stood up quietly and walked towards him. When we hugged, a rush of emotions surged through me as his arms wrapped around me. We stood there for a moment, holding each other, before he placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. Pulling back slightly, we smiled at each other.

He asked what I had been doing before he walked in, and I gestured to the laptop. “I was just going through emails, that’s all.”

“Oh, that’s great,” he replied, stepping closer. Then, without warning, he pulled me into a passionate kiss, to which I responded immediately. He lifted me effortlessly off the ground and placed me on the office table. The intimacy we shared grew thicker as he pulled up my shirt and began sucking on my breasts. He caressed my nipples, now standing straight, eager for his attention.

As he sucked on them, I let out loud moans, my body shivering with pleasure. My hands moved to his trousers, flipping open the zipper and grabbing his already hard, erect dick. I broke the kiss and climbed off the table, kneeling in front of him. I held his dick firmly in my hand, stroking it slowly as I sucked on it.

His moans sent vibrations through my body. I stopped momentarily, not wanting him to cum just yet. He pulled me up, and we kissed again, hot and intense. With one swift move, he turned me around, bending me over the table. He slid my dress off and entered me from behind.

I gasped, overwhelmed by the pleasure. It was unlike anything else—the world around us seemed to fade into nothingness. The only thing that existed was us, and the sounds of our shared ecstasy.

When we were done, I went to the freezer and grabbed a bottle of water. We both drank, exchanging playful smiles.

We left the office and walked to the parking lot, climbing into the car. As we drove, we laughed and joked with each other, but as the drive continued, a strange unease began to settle in my chest. Leonard hadn’t told me where we were heading, and every time I tried to bring up Aaron, he skillfully diverted the topic.

“What is he planning?” I wondered silently, though I kept my composure. My body complied with the calm I forced upon myself.

Then, I remembered two pieces of news I needed to share with him: one about Dana, and the other about my dad. I debated which to bring up first and decided to start with the more pressing matter.

Pulling out my phone, I scrolled to Dana’s message and handed it to Leonard.

“What is this?” he asked, confused.

“Just look. You’ll figure it out,” I replied coolly.

I watched his face carefully as he read the message. Surprise flickered in his expression.

“It’s fine. It’s always better to know what someone is up to,” I said, trying to ease whatever was going on in his mind.

“That’s by the way. I have another piece of news,” I added, trying to sound casual even though I knew he was deep in thought. “Dad wants me to take part in an internship course to learn more about the company’s operations. That’s good news, don’t you think? I’m so excited to start already and he would take me himself.”

Leonard glanced up from the phone, his voice lacking the enthusiasm I’d hoped for. “That’s perfect. When do you start?”

“Soon,” I replied, feeling a little deflated. His lack of interest was obvious, and I realized I had made a mistake showing him Dana’s message at this moment. That would have come later.

His eyes met mine, clouded with emotions I couldn’t decipher. Then, he instructed the driver to stop.

I looked up, startled to find ourselves in an unfamiliar area. I had been so engrossed in my thoughts that I hadn’t noticed the unfamiliar surroundings. We were in a deserted location, and I gave Leonard a questioning look.

“Stay calm,” he said softly, trying to reassure me.

Leonard snapped his fingers, and out of nowhere, two men appeared, dragging someone whose entire body was covered. My heart raced with confusion and fear.

“Is that Aaron?” I asked Leonard, though my mind was already screaming the answer. How had he planned this? When had he done it? A whirlwind of questions spiraled through my mind, but I kept silent.

 Leonard said nothing to me, then entered an awaiting car by where we stopped and drove off.

We followed the men in the car, the rest of the drive—about seven kilometers—shrouded in tense silence. Eventually, we arrived at a house on the outskirts of town.

We stepped out of the car, and the men dragged the covered figure inside while we followed. The house was dark, and I clung to Leonard’s hand. He squeezed my hand gently, a silent reassurance that calmed me slightly.

Inside, the men uncovered the person’s face, confirming my suspicion—it was Aaron. My eyes adjusted to the dim light, and I recognized him immediately.

Leonard waved his hand, and one of the men turned on the lights. Aaron flinched under the brightness, his fear evident as his eyes darted around the room before locking with mine.

“Evelyn, what’s going on?” he asked, his voice trembling.

One of the men hit him, warning him to remain silent until told otherwise.

Leonard stepped forward, whispering something to one of the men, who returned with a box. He placed it on the table and opened it, revealing its contents.

My stomach churned as I saw surgical blades, scissors, and other sharp tools neatly arranged inside.

Leonard remained calm, his voice steady and cold as he addressed Aaron. “You know what this is, and you know what will happen if you don’t respond positively to every question I ask.”