Whore For A Secretary

Cephus’ POV

"Come in," I called, hearing a knock at my office door.

Freya waltzed into my office with sluggish gaits, she donned a long red skirt that stopped after her knees, a shirt that fully covered her chest and there was a blazer hanging on her shoulders.

"Good morning, sir." She greeted, scoffing as she gaped at me, thinking I haven't heard her.

"Freya, have your seat." I motioned to the chair before me. "Have you seen the proposal of Derrick's Firm?" I looked up from my papers to look into her eyes.

"Yes, I have and I have gone through it too." She affirmed, trying as much as possible to avoid my gaze.

I have been mean to her since the day I warned her about her revealing dresses. She had tried to seduce me into sleeping with her like I used to do, but her efforts had been futile and she probably wondered what kind of woman I was with that I chose to remain faithful to her.

"What's your take on them?" I demanded, ruffling the papers in his hands. When Freya wasn't acting like