Chelle's grin was wide as she approached the table Bree occupied in the cafeteria. Chelle had texted Bree to wait for her so they could have lunch together because she had some juicy gossip. Bree wanted to roll her eyes at her friend. Chelle was also a contractual employee, just like Bree. They were both hired at the same time, the only difference being that Bree was still in college. She applied for the position as assistant secretary, but Bree didn't expect to be hired. Bree was actually called by Mr. Samaniego's executive secretary to tell her that she was accepted for the position she applied for. The timing was perfect because her landlady had kicked her out of the apartment she was renting because she was behind on her payments. The landlady didn't want to accept her down payment anymore because she owed her a lot of money. Bree had some extra money, so she used it to find a cheaper place to rent. She wasn't disappointed and found one quickly. It was a bonus because her new
Chelle slapped Bree's shoulder again. Bree just glared at her. “That's why I told you, no one else should know. I don't want this to start gossip, you know.” She paused for a moment and quickly ate. After several scoops of food, Chelle continued talking. “And another thing, an hour after Sir Jax came back angry, that famous model, Caroline Suarez, came in. You know her, right?” Bree was about to put food in her mouth, but she stopped the spoon halfway. Chelle had really caught her attention. Bree swallowed. So, the gossip earlier was true. Her heart beat faster. Bree was sure Chelle knew more about Caroline's visit to Sir Jax because they were on the same floor. “Caroline Suarez?” Bree couldn't understand her own voice. The feeling of inadequacy she had felt earlier came back. “Yeah, she's so beautiful. I've only seen her in person now. Her face is so small and delicate, no wonder she's so famous and a lot of people want to hire her. But it doesn't end there, girl.” Bree really
Bree couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her mouth slightly opened at the sight of what was now laid out on her small bed. Chelle shook her shoulders, but she couldn't even acknowledge it. To say that she was shocked was an understatement. "Who are these from?" "Who else? From Sir Renz! Didn't he say he'd take care of what we would wear to the party tomorrow?" Chelle seemed even more excited to wear the dresses that were sent for Bree. Renz had also sent her a dress, so she immediately rushed to her friend so they could go together. They had to go since they had work to do. Chelle was an assistant secretary, while Bree was part of the marketing team. They needed to be there in case there were any issues at the party. "Why three? I only need one dress." "Didn't you check who sent them? Look, quickly!" Bree was forced to open the boxes and check the note inside. She felt nervous, unsure of what to think. She hadn’t even touched the dresses, afraid she might ruin them. Bree ga
“Guys, I’m just going to the washroom,” Bree excused herself from her colleagues who were enjoying the party. She tapped Olga before walking away. Her companions were laughing, but Bree couldn't bring herself to join in. She was too overwhelmed by the place and the celebrities. Bree wanted to enjoy this night because it was her first time attending such a grand gathering. She was literally in awe of the guests' outfits. And then there was Jackson—his distracting presence made her feel like she was drowning in his mesmerizing stares. It became too much for her to handle. She quickly stepped out of the convention hall and headed toward the nearest employee washroom. It felt suffocating inside the hall—not just because of the extravagant outfits, but because of Jackson’s intense gaze. As soon as she entered the washroom, Bree let out a sigh of relief. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her face and neck were flushed red. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks. She tapped bo
Bree went back to the convention hall. It took her minutes to contemplate whether she should go back or just go home. But her colleagues would be surprised if she suddenly disappeared from the party. So she decided to go back, she would just avoid her boss so she wouldn't feel uncomfortable. Jackson was already finished with his speech when Bree returned. The soft music played by a group of musicians could be heard. The event was star-studded, and Bree would always remember this night. A group of wealthy businessmen were laughing happily as they talked to a famous actor. They all looked so elegant and they talked with dignity. Bree wondered what it felt like to be born with a silver spoon in your mouth. “Bree!” Bree was lost in her deep thoughts when she heard her name. When she looked at who called her, it was Renz. A big grin was etched on his lips, he was happy with what Bree was wearing. He approached Bree and looked her up and down. Most of the time, Bree would feel awkward
Bree woke up with a sour taste in her mouth. Her forehead creased from the sudden surge of pain in her head. She was still half asleep. She groaned and tried to open her eyes. When she couldn't open them, she felt around the empty space next to her. The soft and cold mattress felt good on her warm palms. Bree's brow furrowed even more, she was wondering why her bed was so big. Her bed wasn't as wide as this one. And the mattress was so soft, her mattress wasn't that soft. It was thin and about to break. Realization dawned on her. She wasn't in her own bed. Bree immediately sat up from lying down. She grabbed her head when the pain and dizziness attacked her. She groaned and went back to lie in bed. What was happening? Bree slowly opened her eyes and examined her surroundings. She gasped when she realized she wasn't in her room! “Oh my god, where am I?” Bree exclaimed in fear, pulling the blanket on the bed. It was an automatic reaction from her body, to cover herself. On impulse
“Bree, Sir Renz is calling for you.” Bree looked up from what she was doing. She was at the photocopying machine, and it had been hours. Her arms were starting to ache. She looked at Olga in confusion, but the girl just gave her a mischievous smile before turning away. She even whistled while jumping like a kindergarten kid. Bree just shook her head, laughing at her colleague. Olga was one of her closest friends, even though she had just started in the department. She was kind and always smiling. She always had jokes, so Bree easily warmed up to her, like Chelle. Bree was sure the two would get along if they were together. Bree left what she was doing and went to Sir Renz's office. His office was separated within their department. He's a department head, it's only fitting that he would have a separate office from his subordinates. Bree wondered what this was all about. Maybe he just had some research to give her, that's what Bree thought. In the two weeks she had been here, that's
“You wanted to talk to me, Mr. Samaniego.” Bree’s voice was small and uncertain. Bree bit her lip subtly. Her knees were shaking, and she had nothing to lean on for support! She looked at her trembling hand, she had no energy to look at him. Shame and fear, those were the emotions Bree felt now that she was facing the man. He looked so handsome sitting behind his desk. Mysterious and aloof, that's what you could describe him as. But Bree could see sadness behind those very enigmatic eyes. He's hurt, and Bree knows the reason. It wasn't a secret to any of them. Their very strict boss was still suffering the loss of his beloved wife. But there were also times when she couldn't read what emotions were playing in his eyes. In the few months she had been working here, Bree had become familiar with her boss. She may not say it out loud to her co-workers, but Bree was drawn to him. She wouldn't admit it! It even took her a long time to admit it. Bree felt a very tiny pang of pain in her
Jackson stilled and just let himself stare at the naked beauty in front of him. It took him all his self-control not to rush over to Bree and take her roughly.He already had difficulty controlling himself when they were at his office, how much more if he'll see her like this; moaning and begging him to fuck her.Jackson quickly approached the woman on the sofa. Bree is one beautiful woman. Her beauty was unique, and Jackson admitted that he was extremely attracted to her.Her eyes were sparkling and her skin was flushed. Jax had to remind himself every minute that Bree was not her usual self. He shouldn't listen to what she was saying. What came out of her mouth came from the sex drug."Bree. Where the fuck was your dress? Jesus, woman, you're making this hard for me."Jax let out a deep breath to calm himself, especially the monster between his legs. He couldn't guarantee that he could succeed in controlling himself.Jackson took Bree's hand to stop her from playing with her own wom
Bree felt her body temperature rising. For some unknown reason, Bree loved the way the man she was dancing with was touching her. It was like her sanity left her, and all she could think about was how she wanted someone to touch her.Her body was sweating, but Bree didn't stop swaying to the loud music.The man behind her was Renz. He was dancing behind Bree while boldly touching her body. Her dress gave access to his sinful hands.From her waist, his hands moved up to her ample breasts.Renz was overjoyed that he finally had the chance to touch Bree. He had wanted her for a long time, but he couldn't make a move. He wanted her so much. Now, what he had wanted for so long was about to happen, he was going to claim her completely. And once that happened, she would be his.Renz cupped her breasts and gave them a little squeeze. He pulled her closer to his body and pressed his hard manhood against her. He had been hard for a while now. Bree's revealing dress made it all worse."Did you f
Jackson stared at the light brown liquid glistening in his glass. He’d already lost count of how many rounds of alcohol he’d had, but he still couldn’t feel its effects on his body.He’d been drinking a lot these past few days. He felt like getting drunk was the only way to escape his so-called problems—if they could even be called problems.Andrei was being loud—he was already drunk and flirting with the women they were with. Sebastian was also there, accompanied by Claire, his sister-in-law. They were joined by Maddox, who had just returned from abroad after getting someone pregnant.Jackson closed his eyes. His head was aching. The stress was taking a toll on his body. Alcohol and stress were a terrible combination for him.“Bro, how’s that cute girl? Bree, right?” Andrei suddenly asked.Jackson’s eyes snapped open when he heard Bree’s name.Andrei burst out laughing. From the reaction on Jackson’s face when he mentioned Bree, Andrei immediately knew that the girl had a special pla
“Let’s go later, okay? Please?”Chelle pressed her hands together and begged Bree.Bree just shook her head. She had no intention of going because she didn’t want to get drunk. She was sure that if they went to a bar, her friends would pressure her to drink. She was afraid it would happen again—waking up in an unfamiliar room.Bree shivered at the memory that some stranger had brought her there. She was lucky she hadn’t been taken advantage of.What if it happened again? And this time, she wouldn’t be so lucky?Bree continued typing on her computer. She was encoding the list of guests invited to the company’s anniversary party.Chelle stomped back to her desk and noisily rearranged her things.Bree couldn’t help but laugh at her friend’s reaction.Chelle was a party girl. Since she was single and had no family around, she could do whatever she wanted—especially bar hopping.“Fine, I’ll go. It’d be embarrassing to say no to Sir Renz, especially since it’s his birthday.”Chelle squealed
Bree stared blankly at the chocolate moist cake on the small plate in front of her. Chelle, who sat across from her, kept talking, but Bree’s attention was elsewhere.They were in the canteen for a snack. It was their break time, and the two had decided to eat there."Hey! Are you even listening to what I’m saying? You seem out of it, girl. I’ve been noticing this since the other day!"Startled, Bree looked up at her friend. She had no idea what Chelle had been talking about. She was caught off guard by the sudden rise in her friend’s voice.Bree let out a heavy sigh and listlessly lowered her head to the table. She didn’t answer Chelle’s questions."Hey! What’s going on with you? You look like an idiot," Chelle said, even smacking Bree’s slumped shoulder."It’s nothing. I’m just tired." That had always been Bree’s excuse whenever someone asked why she seemed so down lately.Even Aling Oping had noticed it. But Bree couldn’t say the real reason she’d been feeling lifeless the past few
"Fuck!" Jackson cursed as he stared at his own reflection in the mirror.He grabbed his already messy hair and pulled it anxiously. He wanted to beat himself up for what had happened in his office earlier.He had lost control and did things he shouldn’t have done. Now, he didn’t know how he would even face Sabrina Ocampo.But it wasn’t because he was afraid or ashamed of what he did that he was angry with himself. His guilt was eating him up like cancer.He knew deep down that he had taken advantage of her innocence. He knew she was inexperienced. The way she responded to him said it all. Her movements and reactions indicated that she had no experience at all.The second reason was that he felt like he had completely betrayed his late wife. He had been so caught up in what he felt for Bree that he hadn't realized he was slowly drifting away from Kathrine’s memory.And lastly, he hated himself most for wanting Bree even more, despite all these realizations."You’re such a bastard, Sama
Bree was pinned against the wall. Her initial reaction was to prevent Jackson’s body from pressing even closer. She placed both hands on her boss’s broad chest, but it wasn’t enough—she could still feel the heat of his body.A delicious electric current ran through her body, traveling straight to her most intimate part. The warmth of Jackson’s body sent tingling sensations through her entire being.Bree couldn’t help but bite her lower lip to suppress a moan. She wanted to let out a sound because she felt a pleasurable sensation between her legs.Jackson leaned in closer, his breathing heavy, his whole body burning with desire.The feeling of their bodies pressed together was intoxicating. His erection was proof of how much his body enjoyed being near her.Jackson’s desire ignited even more when he saw Bree biting her lip.He wanted those lips. He wanted that mouth on his body.“Please, don’t bite your lips, Miss Ocampo. It makes me want to devour them.”Bree tilted her head up, locki
While a woman was speaking in front of the shareholders, Bree's mind was elsewhere. It drifted back to the night she got drunk at Spartan. She struggled to recall the events of that evening. She had been intoxicated, which was why parts of her memory were unclear.Her eyes searched for the man named Andrei. Bree swallowed hard when their eyes met—he was staring at her with a playful smirk on his lips. It was as if he knew something she didn’t. This only made Bree more uneasy. She was certain that this man knew something.It seemed like he was either refusing to speak or someone was stopping him from doing so. Her eyes flew to where the CEO was sitting.Bree silently gasped when she saw how intensely Jackson Samaniego was staring at her. He wasn’t paying attention to the presenter in front. He was busy following her every move, as if he were watching her closely.Bree lowered her gaze to her trembling fingers. She couldn’t meet his eyes. As to why he was staring at her, she had no idea
“Take those to the conference room. Those papers are needed for the presentation.”Miss Cindy pointed to the stack of folders on the table. Today was the quarterly report, and the board meeting would be held in the conference room. All the shareholders and major investors would be attending.“Alright, Miss Cindy.” Bree immediately complied. She picked up the folders, and even though she was struggling to carry them, she did her best not to drop any. She’d be in trouble again if that happened.It had been almost two weeks since Bree returned as Jackson's assistant secretary, and in those two weeks, she had yet to be scolded. She had made a few mistakes, but Jackson had only given her a sharp look.Of course, Chelle didn't let that slide. She also noticed that Jackson was no longer scolding Bree. And since her friend had a dirty mind, she bombarded Bree with teasing and jokes. Chelle insisted that Jackson was really into her. No matter how much Bree’s mind denied it, deep down, she hope