Chapter 1

I arrived at the Hamilton office desperately looking for work.

Taking care of my sick mother and little sister, it's not easy to get ahead. Mom's illness was never something we could foresee, but having to leave her work meant I had to go out and look for work.

And I got it after an arduous journey through different offices where I offered my services as an advanced student in the Bachelor's degree in philology. I always wanted to work for the publishing world, so getting into a media agency was a real pass at first.

But I didn't get the job in very good faith let's say. But on arrival, while waiting at reception, one of Black Hamilton's customers dropped a newly signed check for a million dollars. What I did was hand it over to my potential boss once I was sitting in front of his executive desk.

He considered it a litmus test for my trust, I thought it as a contingency that God set before me to serve him and obtain this position as an intern.

"Mina." He said to me after seeing my resume. "Your grades are great, but I need you full time. What time do you plan to study?"

"I need the job, Mr. Hamilton. I can pause my studies long enough until I know I have a safe job." And boom! Second test of absolute confidence that he needed to know that I was willing to do anything to serve him and have a fixed economic income.

"Okay," he nodded, leaving my heart in the clouds. "The job is yours as long as you promise me that you will graduate once you get the effective position and can take a leave to take your remaining subjects."

Three months on trial and I'll be effective to graduate. The truth is that I have not abandoned my studies. Sometimes he saw me underlining notes from college, but he ignored it and continued on his way. I try to prove that I am efficient, while I can review the pending task to perform one of my last subjects in the race.

You know I need this. You know two people depend on me. He also knows that my mother is sick and I'm crazy about her.

All the elements that combine perfectly to obtain my absolute confidence, something that he obviously values a lot, considering the magnitude of the business that is baked in here which seems to keep him pretty busy.

The point is I never thought that I would be able to make this work. Help him more than with a few papers or by serving him coffee, but a jug of fresh water or helping him with a strain in his neck.

"You should see a physiotherapist." I said as I'm unable to contain the revolution of hormones that boils inside me while my hands caress his firm muscles and tattooed skin. He's very tense.

"Does it bother you?" He asks.

"It's not that... I just didn't want to accidentally hurt you."

"Please, Mina. Keep doing it."

And he opened a new button on his shirt that shows up to the middle of his abs, then another, and another one. Uncovering to the depth of his navel.

I don't know what he's doing, but the normal work of a secretary doesn't involve this kind of intimacy.

The point is, I'm worried!

Black is someone who always looks very serious, almost angry. But in recent days his countenance has been worrying.

Now it seems that the firm layer of ice and firmness begins to give way asking me to help him with the strain.

The truth is that I have no knowledge of massage therapy at all, except when Mom asked me to massage her feet when she arrived from a hard day's work and I helped her with that, of course but now that her diabetes has advanced she must take extreme care.

"Sir," I mutter, tolerating little silence. "I know I haven't told you before, but... Thank you."

"Eh? For...what?" His voice is almost a purr. All it needs is for me to fall asleep here.

"For the job. I needed it."

"You do your work very well, Mina." He answers and continues. "Oh...there. Can it be closer to my shoulder blade?"

For heaven's sake!

My insides start to burn when he finishes unbuttoning his shirt and exposes his back covered in tattoos.

I pushed my brown hair strand behind my ear to clear my field of vision. I don't know if this spectacle that my eyes have in front of me can be repeated another time.

I rub my hands again and look for strain. I don't know how tense he is and how tight his muscles are with a firmness of dying now.

His skin is also deliciously tanned by the sun. I know he is a person who loves to travel to the beach every opportunity, which should have no other reason than to show his tattoos, his perfectly built body and have a lot of girls drooling behind. It gives me a huge feeling of discomfort. I don't like to think of Black Hamilton with other women.

Fame of him being a womanizer already rumors in the company, I do not know how real that can be. Attribute has.

"Fuck, it's fantastic." He mutters.

Well, it's not the first time I've heard him say a cuss word. "Where did you learn this?" He inquires.

"I think you needed it, I'm worried about you being so busy, Mr. Hamilton. You know that helping is a pleasure for me."

"If...?" He turns his gaze to the side, without looking directly at me. "Come Closer, Mina." He says.

"More?" He mutters again as I move closer.

A warm breath escapes from my mouth as the scene passes and several most important words come out of his mouth after my excuses.

"Can you keep a secret?" He asks.

"I insist, you can trust me." I answer.

"What I need is to relax. Your massages are good, but they are not enough. Not what I require right now." He said calmly.

"I... I'm sorry, sir. I'm not a professional." I stutter.

"But you can still help." He mumbled.

"Yes?" I reply instantly.

"You want to help?" He asks again.

"I want to be helpful, Sir." I said.

"Mina." He mutters my name as his hand approaches mine and closes on my wrist. The touch electrifies everything inside me.

"Do you dare to give me a blowjob right now?"