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Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 34- Don't Worry
Spencer ignored me like a plague for the reminder of the day. He is a weird man to say the least, but I think I've figured him out to some extent and that makes me beyond happy. The sane part of my brain warns me about Spencer, calling him a stalker for stalking me on Instagram. Who knows if he stalks me in real life. But again, the insane part of my brain gets excited just by thinking about him finding me important enough to stalk. Yup, I'm a weird woman as well. “Yes, Owen. Yes, I'm flying business class.” I repeat whatever Owen says excitedly on the other side of the phone with a smile on my face. “Though your class is low, you are flying high.” He just has to poke fun at my name. “Shut up, asshole.” I rebuke him though I'm smiling from ear to ear. You see, I've never flown business class though it doesn't take a genius to figure that out. I've flown a few times only in my life time and never imagined of flying in business class. So, my excitement is justified. However, Owen's
Last Updated : 2024-09-21Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 35- An Experienced Player
“Don't worry.” Are the first words Spencer utter to me after the plane ride, leaving me confused. “Worry about what?” I ask, looking out through the window. Everything seems so unfamiliar that it makes me even more excited. Is it how it feels to visit another country for the first time? My mind keeps plotting all the things I can do. I've already researched about the country and have already picked out places to go, that is if Spencer lets me. “You know…” He struggles with his words, making me finally avert my attention at him. What it might be that is making him feel tongue-tied? I keep my eyes trailed on him, waiting for him to just say it. He has been quiet when we get into the car. I assume it's because he felt embarrassed because of what happened on the plane and I don't blame him. For the first time, I didn't try to be snarky and stopped myself from annoying the shit out of him. Even though I'm excited and want to talk till my throat feels parched, I keep quiet and let him d
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I didn't plan out our trip to go this way. While I was prepared for embarrassing moments, moments where I would be ignored by Spencer and moments where I would sulk in my room. Did I prepare myself for a moment where I will find myself at a beach party with Spencer just a few hours after landing in France? Maybe I imagined something along the line. What makes the difference is that he is all over me. I'm a woman of virtue but when a man as hot as Spencer throws at me, I cannot stick to my virtue for long.“Do we really have to do it?” I ask him, feeling uncomfortable as I can feel a pair of eyes boring into me. I don't know how I should act around that man. But all I know is that Spencer is making it hard for me to hold myself back.“Sorry.” Spencer grunts, “Can't help it.” He sounds uncomfortable as well but his eyes tell another story. I can see a tint of lust swimming around his ocean blue eyes. He snakes his arm around my waist, pulling me closer as we move our hips to the sensu
Last Updated : 2024-09-23Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 37- Daddy's Babygirl (18+)
With his lips on mine I felt like the happiest person in the world. And the horniest. His hands shoot towards my face as he deepens the kiss. For the time being I didn't care about my surroundings, I didn't notice Freddie's amused eyes watching us with a proud smile. All I care about is Spencer and his lips on mine. The kiss isn't gentle. He is tasting my lips like a savage and I let him do it gladly. It doesn't take me even a second to kiss him back with the same amount of desperation. When he bites my lips for an access to my mouth, I gladly grant him the permission as if I've been eager to do so for ages. Well, I'm not wrong. I've been wanting to do it since forever.His tongue roams around my mouth, tasting every corner of it. As he dominates my mouth, I grip his shoulders tightly, burying my nails in his clothes skin.From near distance, my ears pick up the sound of whistling. It's probably Freddie and his wife. No doubt we have made ourselves nothing short of an admirable public
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“You are so tight.” He comments as he inserts the third finger into my vagina. Well, it's not my fault that I didn't have the time to get laid since I started working for him. Wish I could tell him that. He is so authoritative and domineering in the bedroom that my words die down in my throat. Not that I'm in any state to retort. My mind is wandering near heaven and hell. True to his promise, He is literally making me see stars and he just started. “Don't stop yourself from moaning, baby.” He commands, wiggling his fingers inside me. “I love listening to you. I love to hear how I make you feel.” He encourages.I wish my hands weren't tied up. I would love to grab the sheets with my fists. But not being able to hold onto something makes it more exciting. Spencer knew what he was doing. I grab his hair once again as he thrusts his fingers into me, loosening my hole. “Harder.” I demand, gripping his hair. He chuckles. “Feisty.” He comments, letting me keep my hand on his hair. I won'
Last Updated : 2024-09-25Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 39- Face First
The next morning I opened my eyes, and I woke up with a splitting headache. I groan in my sleep, finding a pillow nearby and placing it over my head. “Stop it.” I yell at particularly no one but at an object. It was the wall clock. It is ticking so loudly that it hurts my head. I groan again when the clock keeps ticking. It's getting under my skin and my head is killing me. I don't know how I got such a massive headache. “Fucking hell.” I yell, taking the pillow off of me and glare at the clock. I don't remember buying the clock. It seems like my mind is in some kind of daze right now. I don't seem to remember anything but there is a nagging feeling at the back of my head that is telling me that something is missing. Paying no heed to the nagging feeling, I put the blanket away and get up from the bed. Suddenly, a blow of air hits my body. Is it winter already? Whatever it is, I just need to get rid of the clock to save me from the terrible headache. Maybe if I sleep it off, my h
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Spencer is avoiding me. I can tell. After that unholy incident in the morning, he refused to even look at me. Not that I'm ready to face him either. However, it seems like he and I have totally different reasons for avoiding each other. He looks like he is dealing with inner conflict whenever he comes in front of me. I try to enjoy the weather with a coffee but he isn't leaving my mind. I'm here at a cafe all alone because Spencer had to bail on me. Something tells me he just didn't want to be here with me and by something I mean common sense. A sigh of exhaustion leaves my mouth when I receive a call from my mother. Let's just say she and I aren't on good terms since she decided to hurt me with her mean words. She has been trying to make it up by constantly checking up on me. If only her concern was genuine. “Yes, mom?” I sound bored as I take the call, mentally preparing myself for whatever is going to come. “How are you enjoying your honeymoon?” She asks in a jolly tone, making
Last Updated : 2024-09-27Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 41: It's a Surprise
“Where are we going?” I keep asking him as I follow him to God knows where. “Just keep following me, ok?” He almost begs, sounding too irritated. “I can't shut up if I don't know where I'm going. You can at least tell me where we are going. You may as well talk here because I know what you are gonna talk about.” He stops as soon as I finish talking. “You do? How? Am I that obvious?” He looks genuinely confused which makes me confused. “Of course, I do. And yes, you are that obvious.” I shrug my shoulders, “You are gonna tell me that you are the CEO of a multi-billion company and it doesn't go with your reputation and all.” He puts his palm under his chin, looking at me as if I weren't making sense. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask, getting weirded out by his unusual behavior. “Just thinking what my phone and wallet getting stolen have to do with my reputation of being a multi-billion dollar company's CEO.” Now, it's my time to get shocked. “Huh?” I simply ask. “Wha
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Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 60 - Prejudice
I've known Spencer for more than 3 years now, working under his tight grip and demanding nature. I thought I had it all sorted out. I thought I knew everything about him. Turns out, I couldn't be any more wrong. The man I've subjected to scrutiny and baseless judgement just because I thought he was a spoiled brat who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and was used to having his ways, was far from the Prince I've imagined. “You used to live at an orphanage?” My voice is dry as I speak, eyes focusing on him only. He gives me a curt nod before his chest heaves with a sigh. He looks uncomfortable, out of place and out of control which seems to be bothering him. He looks me in the eyes before replying, “Not something you expected, huh?” As a reply, I just blink my eyes at him. What else was I gonna say to this vital piece of information? I and the other people who worked at his company knew nothing of it. Hell, no one seems to know about it because I haven't read any gossip about
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 59 - Little sunshine
For the entire ride, I sat perfectly still like a rigid wall, not even daring to blink. If I speak, it will be my loss. He knows everything that I wanted to keep a secret, that I needed to keep a secret. So, valuing the art of silence was my only option until he killed the engine and sat still on his seat. “We are here. I'm so sorry it took more than five minutes.” If he is being sarcastic, his tone isn't showing it. Giving him a curt nod, I unbuckle my seat belt and step out of the car without even looking where we are now. “What is this place?” I speak for the first time in a while, scanning the yard where children are playing and running around. There's a 4 story building just behind us. Spencer points at that for me to look at. “It's an orphanage. Little sunshine orphanage.” He says as if I'm too blind to read the big signboard that is hanging in front of me in bold letters. “Why are we here?” My curiosity resurfaces, pushing back the growing embarrassment that I was feeling
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 58 - I'm doomed
I didn't have a favourite coffee shop until I started running errands for Cruiz. It was sent from Heaven when I found a place that served coffee which cooled down his temper and soothed my soul. However, I never mentioned this to him. I knew he would make me search for a new one just because I found this place good. He was as sadistic as this. However, when I catch him sitting at the said coffee with an untouched cup of coffee sitting in front of him, I now realise that he did notice I liked it, he did notice when I bought coffee from this place every morning. I take a minute to take a few deep breaths before I step towards him. He seems to be lost in his own thoughts as he continues to stir the spoon in the cup absentmindedly. Why did I come, you ask? Truth be told, even I can't give you the answer. All I know is that I decided not to show up initially, telling myself that I didn't care. But then I spent the entire day staring at my clean apartment and the letter. The next thing I
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 57- Please
“Willow.” I hear someone call me while shaking my arm. Letting out a groan of annoyance, I turn on my left side, trying to get some sleep. My head feels heavy and it's aching like there is no tomorrow. However, that's not enough to drag me away from my beauty sleep.“Damn it! Wake up.” This person is as stubborn as me. “Fuck off, Cruiz.” I yell in a sleepy tone, not really realising who's name I just took. I don't remember much about last night, but I can't deny that I remember the bit where Cruiz was there, doing what I don't know. I don't even know if it's a dream. Seeing how stubborn this person is, I'm sure it's him shaking my arm which feels like a massive earthquake. I'm aware that I need to know where I'm and what's happening, but just by thinking about it, I'm feeling tired. All of a sudden, I feel myself being kicked out of the bed. Although the force wasn't much behind the kick, I fell face first on the cold floor. It didn't only knock sleep out of my system, but also my
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 56- You Matter
“Willow, are you okay?” The concern in his voice adds salt to the injury. I don't reply to his question, nor do I look around to see the baffled reaction of the people. Just a second ago I was declared a drunkard who was just blurting out nonsense and in the next second Spencer comes parading around, debunking the accusation the bartender kindly set for me. “Why the fuck do you care?” My reply comes out harsher than I intended. He doesn't shake away the concerned look from his face as he approaches me. It just pisses me off more. He is the reason I'm a mess. He is the reason why a bastard named Ronny Kingston thinks he has something on me. But the next time I look at him, I'm ashamed to admit that a little tear escapes my eye. “Why do you care?” I ask again, softer this time, my voice cracking. I don't know if it's the fact that Spencer doesn't care about the fact that we are making a scene in a crowded bar or it's the fact that I'm surprised that he is standing in front of me, g
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 55 - Ronny Kingston
I turn back to the dimpled man and give him the biggest grin I can muster. “Do you want to screw the playboy billionaire’s secret girlfriend and get on his bad book?” I watch the man contemplate his options as he takes a gulp of his Martini. “I love leftovers.” He smirks instead of coiling or turning away from me. Even though I am drunk out of my mind, I recognise the urge to smack someone when the right time comes. A sour expression engulfs my face, my fists turned into balls. How dare he belittle me like that? The loud murmuring around me after my little announcement starts to be fading away as my attention is turned to him only. There is no doubt that I'm fuming in anger right now. I bet my nostrils are flaring.He shakes his head as he laughs, “I'm sorry if I came across wrong. But I meant this.” He takes a hold of my glass and takes a deliberate slip as his eyes drink me. Setting the glass on the counter, he steers closer to me, bending down a little so that he is whispering
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 54- A Big Announcement
I knew where to go after that not so good encounter with my ex-boss. So, here I'm in my natural habitat. If you guessed the pub, you know me well. Though I wanted to mop alone and cry over my predicament, I ended up drunk calling my friends. I could hear them sigh in relief over the phone when they first took my call and they huffed in frustration when they cut the call with the promise that they would come get me as soon as possible. I don't really care though. I'm having a blast and it's been a while. I was done hiding in my bedroom. Maybe I'm having a little too much fun because I feel drunk out of my brain. So drunk that I feel like picking up fights with someone like some hooligan. “How about I buy you another round of shots?” A voice startles me by speaking up all of a sudden. Keeping my hand on my breast for a dramatic measure, I gasp, my eyes blinking at him in surprise. Soon after my eyes twinkle in amusement as my lips morph into a huge smile. “Why not? I see no harm in
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 53-What Does He Want?
Keeping my back pressed against the door, I try my best to control my abnormally beating heart. Thousands of emotions cross my mind in this particular moment, each of them pushing me to open the door and see what's he doing at my door, but one sensible and angry part of me is unwilling to cooperate.A gasp leaves my mouth when the doorbell rings again. What's with him being so persistent? He is never gonna change, is he? Suddenly, my pent up anger resurfaces and dominates all my senses. I'm not gonna let him win this time. “Fuck off already, Cruiz! I don't want to see your rotten face. Just see yourself out before I call the cops on you.” I yell loud enough for him to get my message before stomping towards the couch and throwing myself there. Unnoticed tears make an appearance on my cheeks, bringing unwanted feelings along with them. Last week has been a hell for me, both physically and mentally. While all the articles and news channels were desperate to know who was this lady whom
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 52: Just Like Before
One week went in a blur and this week is following the same lead. I've no will whatsoever to even know what day it is and what the hell I'm doing with my life. I feel so utterly betrayed and destroyed that it overcomes any other feelings in my heart and declines them from surfacing. My apartment is a mess. I would like to call myself a decently tidy person. However, if someone takes a peep into my house now, they will totally get the wrong idea. When my life is a mess, how can I find the stamina to clean my house? Sighing one final time, I get up from the bed to make myself something to eat. It feels like forever since I have eaten anything remotely good. I will myself to get up and get moving. I shouldn't sulk over a bastard who doesn't even care about me. I'm done being a victim and a loser. With that newly found motivation in my head which is now very rare, I head towards my kitchen, looking around my place. It looks like I've entered a warzone. I sigh once again. Mom is out with
